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“There is, huh? Never mind. Your shocked silence tells all. In case you aren’t aware, Uncle Johnnie stormed out of his house. Aunt Kendall is a wreck.”
“CJ mentioned Johnnie left.”
“You’re lucky CJ isn’t me because that motherfucker would be dead.”
Christopher was trying to put together what Rebel was telling him. Because it sounded as if… “Johnnie comes in the hospital through the private stairwell? And Mort know?”
“He’shiding outin the private stairwell, and Uncle Mort isn’t really sure. He just found that sack of shit in Momma’s room and threatened to fuck him up. We were more focused on you resting.”
“If Mort not sure where Johnnie at, how the fuck you know?” Christopher demanded.
He wished he had his head on straight. Sometimes, he missed the drama and excitement of the club. However, such a life risked Megan more than anyone else. On the one hand, it was good motherfuckers knew who the most important person in his life was. It kept his children safe. On the other hand, she was the go-to fucking target.
His instincts felt rusty. Perhaps, itwasjust stress and fatigue. More than likely, though, he’d never be the same prez he once was.
“Rebel?”
“There are cameras,” she admitted with a sigh.
“Stretch givin’ you reconnaissance information?”
She hesitated.
“Fuck, Reb. You ain’t hackin’ shit, are you?” She wasn’t as good as Mattie, but his girl was still bad ass at her hacking abilities.
“I’m worried about Momma. CJ and Uncle Mort don’t want to stress you out more. I needed concrete proof before I came to you. When you leave Momma’s room, Uncle Johnnie goes in within five or ten minutes, depending on if a nurse or doctor is with her. I bet he’s using the camera to monitor the situation. By the way, Momma’s room should be directly across from the nurse’s stationora couple of the guys should be stationed outside her doororboth.”
Christopher walked out of the nursery, without reminding the baby he’d return soon. He stormed down the hallway, ignoring Potter, Slipper, Orange, Bishop, Hunt, Huck, Billy, Eric, and Pike when they all jumped to their feet.
“Hold on, Reb. Slipper, I’m going to call Stretch and have him do a sweep of the building. Take Orange and do a walkthrough of all the stairwells. Potter, Billy, Huck and Eric, guard all the entrances and exits to the floor. Pike, don’t let a motherfucker pass these fuckin’ doors if they ain’t got the proper credentials. Bishop and Hunt, come the fuck with me.”
He punched in the code and the double doors swung open.
“Stand outside Megan’s door,” he ordered as he passed the room, stalking toward the private access door, intended for club use during extreme emergencies to evade capture. He punched in his pin and shoved through the doors.
Johnnie startled awake.
Christopher barely registered drawing his SIG at the same time Johnnie pulled his G20. Their gazes met and clashed. His hesitation might’ve gotten him killed had he faced off with any other motherfucker. In the time it took Christopher to assess the threat, Johnnie lowered his gun, set it on the floor, and stood.
Drawing in a deep breath, Christopher shoved his .9mm back into his cut.
“I can explain, Christopher.”
Rebel snorted, the sound loud in his ear.
“Ain’t interested in your explanations, Johnnie. You fuckin’ with Megan.”
He stiffened. “I am not! She must be hallucinating. She—”
Growling, Christopher punched the motherfucker in the eye and he crashed against the wall. If it had been a different angle, he would’ve tumbled over the railing.
“Christopher—”
Not wanting to hear Johnnie right now, Christopher snatched a handful of the motherfucker’s T-shirt and slammed him. His head banged the concrete, knocking the motherfucker the fuck out.
“I’m going check on your ma, baby,” he told Rebel because he hadn’t hung up and he was certain she hadn’t.
“Okay, Daddy,” she said. “Don’t forget to get some sleep. I love you.”
