Page 141 of Remorseless
Rule’s eyes widened. He opened his mouth, then closed it, floundering at his ma’s vehemence.
“What the fuck, Megan?” Johnnie barked. “You can’t order mass executions, especially for a private family matter.”
“What about Nyx, Momma?” Rebel asked. “She needs to be on the list. So does Narci and Potter. Don’t hurt Bishop, though. Like Turbo, Nitro, and Alchemy, you might decide Bishop’s guilty by association.”
“No, no.” Megan shook her head. “Nyx needs to live. I want her to suffer. I want her to beg for mercy. As for Narci, Bishop, and Potter, they can be jackasses but I like them. They live.”
Christopher felt as if his breathing stopped. He stared at his wife, searching for a crack. A chink.Something. But he only saw anguish and fury, one emotion as prevalent as the other, and destroying her right in front of his eyes. Turning her not only into Ma Caldwell, but Elizabeth Bathory, and drenching herself in blood.
Allthose motherfuckers would pay. Those fucking cunts, too. It wasn’t a situation where he could sayif Megan wasn’t demanding their executions. No, whether she was his sweet angel and tried to talk him down or the hell goddess who agreed with his methods, therewould berepercussions.
Still…
Megan.
His sweet sweet angel, who didn’t want insects hurt, despite her fear of them. He’d wrecked her. Ruined her.
If she told him to scoop up as many motherfuckers as he saw fit to avenge CJ, that was one thing. She’d leave thewhoup to him. But she was naming names and issuing pardons. She was losing her soul after trying to save his for so many years.
If his boy couldn’t be revived…he looked at Megan, thencouldn’tlook at her his shame ran so deep.
He hung his head in his hands. A moment, asecond, later, she stepped between his thighs, wrapped him in her embrace, and kissed his temple.
“It isn’t your fault,” she whispered, raw and vulnerable andhis. “You’ve been the best father any boy could have. No matter what happens, CJ has always been proud to be your son and I’ve always been proud to have you as my children’s father.”
He held her tightly, enveloped by her love and her warmth. “He gotta be okay, Megan.”
A tremble traveled through her.
“I knew…I knew you was in there somewhere and you ain’t mean to order eight motherfuckin’ hits.”
She tipped his head back and gave him a soft kiss on the lips, then stepped back and looked him up and down. Her eyes narrowed. “I meant every word. No one hurts my children. Whoever’s responsiblewillbe dealt with.”
Diesel paled. Noticing Christopher’s line of vision, she glanced over her shoulder.
“Not our son. If Diesel’s involved, beat him with your steel-toed boots. I didn’t beat him up right. If he dies after you beat him, that’ll be on him. The rest of them?” she went on, ignoring his gaping, “I want them dead, starting with Joplin.”
“She a girl,” Christopher said carefully, realizing he could’ve heard a pin drop. “The club don’t killgirls.” It was the only thing he could think to say to bringhisMegan back.
She threw him a filthy look. “Joplin drugged my son!”
“You not carin’ no more if I fuck up bitches?”
“I don’t care if you fuck up the world! I don’t care. My children, mysons…” She covered her face and sobbed. “Please, God, just help CJ. Please, please, please. Daddy, Momma, God,anyone, just hear me.”
“Blas—”
Megan rounded on Rule. “I dare you.”
“If you don’t shut up, Jesus Boy, Mom’s going to tell Dad to fuck you up,” Axel said. He looked at Megan. “I’ll do it, Mom. I’ve been practicing my aim with my slingshot.”
Ransom clapped his hands over Axel’s mouth. “Shut up. We don’t want to rile up Mrs. Outlaw.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell?”
At the sound of the ER doctor, Christopher stood and pulled Megan to him. Together, they walked to the man. Behind the doctor stood Mortician, looking wrung out and exhausted.
“My boy?”
