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Bash moseyed to a barstool. “Couldn’t shoot you anyway.” He smiled at Johnnie. “Outlaw would annihilate us. Can’t trust a motherfucker insane enough to shoot his way out of unfavorable odds and walk away without a fucking scratch.”
Johnniewanted to burst into tears.
“Holster your fucking gun, take these two nut seeds, and get the fuck out of my club.”
Johnnie walked out with his, Rory and Ryan’s lives, but as a traitor to the Death Dwellers for killing two of his own brothers at the orders of a rival.
And even more uncertain of Bash’s motives and timeline.
Chapter Nineteen - Christopher
“Hey, baby.”
Megan lifted her head from her pillow and glanced in his direction.
“I found another jumpsuit like the ones the boys fucked up.” He held up the dress bag. “You want to try it on?”
“No.” She laid her head back on the pillow.
Which was what she’d done for the past three fucking days. They’d spent the night at the hospital once Jo was out of surgery, then come home. Rebel was still pissed with him. She felt he’dbetrayed her ma. He had to admit, if he didn’t know the truth, he’d believe it too once all the facts were laid out to him.
If Kendall was still a psycho cunt, he’d blame her. This stank of her fucking schemes. He’d never forget how she’d paid Daphne to fuck with him. However,shewas no longer the psycho cunt.
Johnnie was.
Stretch was digging deep to discover who’d sent Megan those fucking videos. Several showed him staring at Torie. Her face. Her ass. Her tits. He had, but he’d never actually seen her. Not in that way.
But the most damaging was when they’d shared that cigarette.
Of all the fucking bullshit, other fucking woman drama, when him and his cock were innocent, was not something they needed.
There were two culprits. Bash or Johnnie, and Christopher would bet his motherfucking life on the brain dead, fucked-up, blond fuckhead.
Why the fuck Johnnie wanted to die, Christopher didn’t know. Nor did he know what the fuck Johnnie was fucking covering up to even do this shit.
It could’ve been Bash.
Bash was a killer, though. Johnnie was a torturer. And the fucking psychological torture that motherfucker was subjecting Megan to deserved an in kind response.
Christopher needed information. He wanted to know if Johnnie was hiding something personal. Or club related.
Christopher couldn’t put all the fucking pieces together, but one fucking thing he knew was Megan was at the fucking center. And Bash was involved. It was the only reason Johnnie was trying to get her to fucking leave. And it was the only reason Bash was fucking lurking. The missing pieces frustrated the fuckout of him. Showing his ass up late to the fucking party disgusted him.
He'd been so fucking consumed with Megan, he hadn’t paid attention. But he needed to whip his ass in shape. He was the only one standing between her and bullshit.
“You can put the jumpsuit in my closet.”
Fuck, he’d forgotten about this motherfucker. He laid it at the foot of the bed, then walked to his side and sat.
“You up to goin’ to the party at the club tonight? Welcome in the New Year. See the fireworks.”
“You go.”
Johnnie was so fucking dead. That motherfucker was deader than dead. Christopher’s children thought he was a weak dickhead for seemingly forgiving Johnnie. He was resurrecting old shit? Christopher could do the same. He’d once rewarded Kendall to lure her into letting her guard down.
Johnnie did nothing worthy of rewards. Christopher acting as he once had would do the trick.
Behind him, Megan stirred. He waited for her to wrap her arms around him or kiss the back of his neck.
