Page 191 of Relentles
Digger sat at the bar, smoking, and deep in thought.
Mortician took the seat across from Christopher, Knox the one next to him. Roxanne brought a bottle of vodka and four glasses. She poured them each a measure, handed out the drinks, and then sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of Christopher.
“That shit didn’t occur to none of them?” he said.
“For better or worse, they take their cues from Meggie. They trust her to get through to you.”
“She did.”
Eyeing him, she sipped her drink and shook her head. “Naw, baby. We all heard you tell her you’d kill your own sons if they betrayed the club. If that’s the case, none of the other sons are safe.”
“Even Grant,” Knox said from behind him. “He’s always had dreams of patching in.”
“I was just makin’ a fuckin’ point. I wanted a reaction from Megan. Any reaction. I ain’t ever seen her so fuckin’ cold.”
“Yeah, well, I never saw you turn into such a dumb motherfucker,” Roxanne retorted.
He scowled.
“I still think Johnnie put all this shit in her head and kicked off the worst fuckin’ days of my motherfuckin’ life.”
“Do you think Johnnie’s betraying the clubtobetray it?” Watching him closely, Roxanne drained her glass. “Or is it because he’s trying to play superman?”
“As much of an asshole as Johnnie is, Prez, I vote for the latter,” Mort said. “He wouldn’t risk Red.”
“If Bash circlin’, he riskin’ her and Megan, and betrayin’ the fuckin’ club since the Scorps our mortal fuckin’ enemies.”
“I got a question, Outlaw?” Digger called, still across the room sitting at the bar. “How you saved me but told your woman you’d kill her sons? That don’t make no fucking sense.”
“Outlaw, I need you to take a breath,” Roxanne told him before he could respond. “Get a handle on everything. Calm yourself, baby. Breathe. You’ve been reacting since November 23rd. It’s almost January 5th.”
He grabbed the bottle and poured another drink. “Megan hate me.”
“She loves you,” Roxanne countered. “Completely.”
“I told her some fucked up things yesterday.”
“She told me.”
Christopher winced.
“I don’t know how to tell you to make it right. I just know it will straighten itself out.”
“Just a few days ago, she told me she’d never forgive me killin’ one the boys even on club business.”
Roxanne rolled her eyes. “That’s her sons, boy. What the fuck did you expect her to say?”
“I don’t mean that. I still fucked up and told her what I did.”
“Because you don’t fucking think before you open your fucking mouth when you’re angry,” she replied.
“I wonder who that reminds us of,” Digger said sarcastically.
“Rebel,” Christopher said, sighing. “You gotta know I’d never kill my sons or my nephews. I would find a way to punish them and let them live. Megan gotta know that, too.” He thought of Zoann. “Bitsy. All the girls.”
“Prez.” Mort stood, grabbed the bottle, and poured the last in his glass before returning to his seat. “Johnnie knee deep in something. It would surprise me if it is about Bash. But I think he trying to protect Red, Meggie girl, or both of them.”
Leaning his head back on the seat, he glowered at the ceiling. “I want to fuckin’ kill him, Mort. All the shit he puttin’ in Megan head.”
