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“I’m fine,” Cleaner gritted.
Christopher shrugged. He’d gotten his first piece of evidence by Bash’s reaction to Adette. He was lurking because he wanted something from Megan. It didn’t have anything to do with Kendall or Mattie as Brooks explained. Maybe, they were being used as bait, but this had to do with his wife. Adette and Sadie weren’t as gorgeous as Megan and Kendall but they resembled enough to where Bash could see his wife and sister-in-law in Derby’s two strippers.
He'd already seen to a personal problem. Now, he’d insert a little club business before looping back to the two little assfucks he shared blood with.
“What issues are you havin’ with the Scorched Devils?” Christopher asked.
Dez slid his chair back, angling himself slightly behind Christopher. Eugene, the road captain, and Kenny, the enforcer, looked ready to cry.
“None that concerns you, Outlaw,” Bash said blandly. “They aren’t a Dweller support club or under your protection.”
“Not formally,” Christopher said. “But they are under the protection of Derby’s club, and you know the Burning Hounds is a Dweller support club.”
“Do I? My club’s in Salt Lake City. How do I know what’s going on in your territory?”
Christopher got the cigarette he hadn’t finished earlier, lit it, and enjoyed the menthol taste. “Why the Scorps moved from Virginia to Utah?”
Bash narrowed his eyes. “Because some motherfucker blew up the fucking building when most of our members were there to celebrate our 30thyear. It nearly wiped us out.”
Releasing smoke from his nostrils, Christopher nodded. “Wonder who the fuck that coulda been.”
“I’d say the same fuckhead who killed my daddy and five of my brothers,” he snapped.
“Ain’t hurtin’ my fuckin’ feelins claimin’ none of those assfucks, Bash,” Christopher said. “Cee Cee fucked with Megan.”
Bash shifted, fear flickering in his eyes. “Should I take this as a confession, Outlaw?”
“I don’t give a fuck how the fuck you take it.” He skated between the speech he’d worked so hard to learn and the one he’d grown into and felt most like himself. But he was fucking floundering, so off his game, he was like a duck out of water. He wanted to be with Megan. She hadn’t looked right to him when she went downstairs to see him off.
Fuck, he was going to shake the fuck out of Rule and knock the fuck out of Ryan.
“Brooks told me,” Christopher announced, tired of going around in circles and reaching no conclusion.
The color dropped from Bash’s face, and he choked. “What?”
“Everything,” Christopher stressed, though the motherfucker hadn’t told him anything close to the fucking truth. Of that, he had no doubt.
“We’d like the details of the peace agreement,” Dez inserted.
“Dez—” Derby started.
“No, Derby. Outlaw is standing up for us—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Christopher snarled.
“No, brother,” Dez said, thinking he was doing right when he was fucking up direly. “It isn’t fair your wife, sister-in-law, and niece, are in the line of fire because Brooks and Johnnie can’t reach a peace accord on our behalf.”
Bash glanced from Christopher to Dez, then back at Christopher, who was so fucking furious his pulse pounded. He discarded the cigarette in the ashtray, considering how painful he’d make Dez’s death.
Confusion knit Bash’s brow. “I beg your pardon?”
“The peace accord, Bash,” Cleaner said. “The one Johnnie and Bash visited the club for at the beginning of the year.”
“Yes, I remember.” Bash laughed nervously. “The visit that had to do with us backing off the Devils.”
A muscle ticking in his jaw, Christopher ground his teeth together. He’d been so fucking close to the truth. Until Dez opened his fucking mouthafuckingain.
Motherfucker didn’t need his fucking tongue.Orhis brain.
