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A loud crash interrupted Meggie’s rambling.
Mort bet his life she hadn’t meant to say that.
“Don’t you say those motherfuckin’ words to my motherfuckin’ face, Megan. You’ve lost your fuckin’ mind, casually fucking saying that motherfucker wanna kill you after makin’ me promise not to kill motherfuckin’ fuckin’ Brooks!”
“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the nurse said. “You’re disturbing my patient.”
“Leave, please,” Meggie said, and Mortician wasn’t sure to whom she spoke. “Let me calm my husband down. This is a private wing. He’s only disturbing me.”
“I cannot. You are obviously in distress.”
“Name your price,” Meggie said desperately. “I’ll call my bank and have them transfer any amount. Just, pleasegoand leave Christopher alone.”
“Fine. Here’s my full name. I’ll pick up the check later.”
“I could snatch my fuckin’ hand away anyfuckintime I want,” Outlaw said after the nurse left. “You might’ve called Mort about Bailey and whatever else, but you was callin’ that motherfucker to talk to him about Brooks, huh, Megan?”
“I couldn’t talk to him about it with everyone listening without you knowing,” she confessed. “Besides, I got distracted.”
“Distracted? By what?”
“Advice to him.”
“When a motherfucker want you dead, ain’t nothin’ else more important. And tellin’ Mort before me would’ve put him in the line of fire.”
“I wanted to tell him because Brooks wasn’t making a lot of sense. I don’t know if he said Bash wantsmedead because of the risk to Kendall and Mattie and throwing me in is the quickest way to remove Bash from the equation. I have absolutely nothing to do with the Scorched Devils.”
“A couple of Dez’s brothers been taken out, Outlaw,” Digger said. “If Johnnie paying Bash to keep the Devils safe, Bash not adhering to the plan. One even had his head in a pillory and his feet in stocks.”
“Rack must’ve schooled them,” Meggie said, grunting.
“You okay, baby?”
“I’m getting sleepy again.”
“No, you in fuckin’ pain. I see it.”
“You can’t see pain, Christopher.”
“On you, I see everyfuckinthing. You in pain.”
“I’m fine. Focus on Brooks and what he said, even if it wasn’t much and didn’t make a lot of sense.”
“It ain’t connectin’ in my head, either, Megan,” Prez said, suddenly sounding more tired than Meggie. “Right now…it might not ever connect.”
“It will, Christopher.”
“If you say so, baby. Just stop movin’ before you go back into a coma.”
“I wasn’t in a coma. I was sedated.”
“You wasn’t with me.”
“I need you to talk to CJ. He’s hurt Harley.”
“CJ said he’s not fuckin’ Molly, Megan. I believe him. Harley still just a lil’ kid and our boy growin’ up. They at two different places. I’m not talkin’ to him about shit him and me already discussed.”
“But—”
