Page 226 of Relentles
Tomorrow was Jo’s eye surgery. He wanted to spend the day with Megan and their kids.
“Ryan, that back entrance not for outsiders,” Christopher started.
“Willard and Wally Byrd are my friends, Outlaw.”
Christopher squinted. “Wally. Willard. Wally and Willard,” he said slowly. “Byrd.”
What the fuck was he missing? Rack’s name had been Wally.
Didn’t he have a fucking son named Willard?
Bryd...
Byrd.
Shooting up from his seat, he stalked to the wall with that fat, pig-eyed motherfucker’s picture. He didn’t need to look athim. But the fucking words, although he knew those, too.
He just had to read them for his motherfucking self. Possibly find a fucking mirror to see if a stupid assfuck stared back at him.
Free Bird.
Free Byrd. Cuz the motherfuckers wanted something for the Barts. Couldn’t free a dead motherfucker, sowhatcould it possibly be?
He stormed back to his table, glaring at Ryan, so fucking angry he could’ve shot the fuck out of him and not lost fucking sleep.
Before he did something he fucking regretted, he pulled his .9mm and shot the fuck out of Billy, since he was so fucking hungry.
He ignored Zoann’s startled scream, glad he was blocking Rebel and Mattie’s view.
“Holy fuck,” Eric said. “Prez!”
He didn’t have time for a fucking lesson. “Close your fuckin’ eyes, Bitsy,” he said.
Val didn’t have a chance to get her out of there. Christopher’s patience was at an end.
“Wait!” Eric cried. “I can fucking explain—”
“Fuck you.” Christopher pulled the trigger, unfazed by the spurt of blood or the motherfucker’s eyes rolling back in his head and toppling off the stool.
“Daddy?” Rebel called, tears thickening her voice.
Ignoring his daughter, Christopher studied Potter. “You a good motherfucker.”
“Thank you, Outlaw,” Potter said, not meeting Christopher’s eyes.
“I ain’t ever had a fuckin’ problem out of you.”
Potter swallowed.
“You loyal and a hard worker.”
“Thank you, Prez.”
“Know who the fuck you bringin’ in my fuckin’ club. Underfuckinstand?”
He nodded.
“If you ever fuckin’ know one of the kid’s missin’ and you find them but decide to try to protect grown motherfuckers befuckinfore you call me, I ain’t lettin’ you go with just a fuckin’ warnin’.”
