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“I haven’t processed every fucking thing that happened to me,” she spat. “I was waiting to escape.”
A week later, Sharper Banks sent his warning. Pastor Arceneaux summoned her to a meeting to discuss her behavior during the church trip to LA. Rack’s presence didn’t alarm her. More fool, she.
Her mother had already torn her new one for losing the clothes she’d used hard-earned money to purchase. Her pastor’s berating added insult to injury, especially sincehe’dbeen the reason she lost her fucking clothes.
Midway her dressing down, Rack pulled a .357 and shot her minister three times in the head.
“Sharper sends his regard,” Rack said and grinned, her last memory before she fainted.
Part Three - What These Bitches Want
Chapter Twenty-Two
When CJ called and told Mort about the situation at the Harris household, he’d been talking to Digger over coffee at the clubhouse. Once Mort hung up and immediately called Rory, he knew he had a major fucking problem. A dead body and a half dead girl were dire enough, but having CJ, Rory, and Ryan involved turned it critical. It left them vulnerable in several ways. If Tom Harris, the dead-motherfucker-walking-suspect returned, the boys could be injured or killed. If he stopped CJ on the road in the guise of law enforcement, then other bullshit would ensue. He could accuse CJ of hurting Molly. He could shoot CJ down and claim he was trying to escape. He could…
Fuck, he could do a lot.
Then, there was the Rory problem, and CJ’s worry the little motherfucker might try to steal the corpse topractice on.
Therefore, Mort ordered Digger and a small contingent to accompany him to the Harris house. Then, he called Cash and Stretch.
“What about Johnnie?” Digger asked once they were outside and the brothers were pulling on gauntlets and helmets a few minutes later.
“Fuck him,” Mortician said, for Digger’s ears alone. Johnnie needed to get his act together before shit reached a boiling point. “We’ll call him once we there. Right now, I don’t have time for his bullshit.”
He had enough bullshit to wade through. He hadn’t been home since he’d walked out Saturday night. Bailey had contacted him, although she’d gotten angry when he called her out for disturbing Meggie and making her believe CJ was dead.
Cash and Stretch joined Mort and Digger.
“Where’s Val?” Stretch asked.
“Already at the house,” Cash responded. “He was still close by, since he’d dropped off Ryan a few minutes before the discovery. After I talked to you, I called Val and he filled me in, Mort.”
“Thanks, brother,” Mortician responded.
“And Johnnie?” Stretch asked.
“Leave him where he’s at,” Cash advised. “We don’t need two chiefs. Mort’s doing just fine.”
Stretch jerked on a gauntlet. “Shocking coming from you, Cash. You’ve sided with JohnnieagainstOutlaw more times than not recently.”
“Johnnie wants peace,” Cash said flatly. “Is it so bad that I do, too?”
“Yeah, it is.” With both hands gloved, Stretch snatched his helmet. “If the officers are fractured that trickles down to the membership. Factions develop and the club weakens, until we implode.”
“Better we implode, then for me to one day get news you or Ophelia or one of our kids have been killed,” Cash said.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that, son,” Mort said as casually as possible. “I haven’t given most of my fucking life over to the Death Dwellers only to have it ruined because of a few scary assholes.”
“So now I’m scary, motherfucker?” Cash growled.
“If the yellow belly fits, wear that motherfucker, bruh,” Digger said.
“Can you really call me yellow belly when Outlaw is suffering from the same disease?” Cash shot back. “There was a time when he wouldn’t have given a fuck what was voted. He acted without anyone’s permission. If he’s abiding by how the club votes, he wants to.”
“No, it’s ‘cause of Meggie,” Digger said.
“You’re both assholes,” Stretch said.
