Page 154 of Remorseless
“I’m a member.” Sloane ignored more fucking snickers. “Nomad.”
Not long after Cash brought Georgie to the club and Christopher met Sloane, he’d been made an honorary member. A few years ago, he’d joined officially, although some of the requirements had been waived. Most specifically, taking out a rival. In recent years, however, in the interest of the peace Cash, Johnnie, and other motherfuckers wanted, other options were made available to patch in.
“Father Wilkins, Knox, Cam, and Sloane, get the fuck back to the hospital,” Christopher amended. “We got support clubs there, but Reb and our old ladies need friendly faces. I needed to do a fucking head count. See who the fuck showed up and who the fuck was sniveling cunts.”
“I would like to take Rule with me, Outlaw,” Father Wilkins said. “Younger than us with more energy.”
Christopher had a lesson to teach that motherfucker, too. “Take Grant, Devon, and Rory. Rule and Ryan stayin’.”
“I want to stay, Uncle Christopher,” Rory called.
Christopher shrugged. He didn’t have an issue one way or the other.
Father Wilkins glanced at Rule and his brows furrowed. Clearing his throat, he looked at Christopher. “He’s your son, Outlaw.”
“Ain’t sayin’ this butone more fuckin’time, get the fuck outta my fuckin’ club and go the fuck to the hospital. I said who the fuck can go. Take that or fuckin’ not.”
Rhino leaned over and whispered to Dementor. Both those motherfuckers laughed, while not a motherfucker made a move to follow his fucking orders. Picking up his.9mm, he aimed it at Rhino’s big, pasty, bald fucking head and pulled the trigger. If the bullet traveled through him, another motherfucker would get fucked up, but they’d tried to kill his son andMegandidn’t give a fuck who Christopher killed.
Blood sprayed from Rhino’s head and he slumped onto Dementor. Horror washed over the motherfucker’s face and he pushed back, though it was so crowded, he couldn’t move far.
“Jesus Christ,” Johnnie breathed.
“Fuck, man,” Digger said, still facing forward.
“Outlaw—” Father Wilkins started in a shaky voice.
Christopher shot Planet. Those two motherfuckers, along with Pixels and Tyre, came to the club to assist all the fuckheads responsible for his son’s overdose escape.
“We’re leaving, Outlaw,” Cam said. “We’re going to the hospital. Innocent men don’t have to die—”
“Innocent?” Christopher snarled. “Innocent?” Fury seeped through his veins and spread out through his entire body. “Stay. Leave. I ain’t givin’ a good fuck.”
Grabbing his guns, he stormed from around the podium. He wanted to snake through the crowd, and take out every motherfucker who’d fucked with Megan, Rebel, or CJ over the past weeks. It was justtoo fucking crowded, so he started pacing, glowering at the room at large, ignoring how frozen Cam and Father Wilkins looked and how pale Sloane and Knox were.
“Motherfuckers got shit fuckin’ twisted. Since fuckin’ when a regular cunt rank higher than an old lady? Especiallymymotherfuckin’ wife?”
No one answered.
Dementor, Exorcist, and Nitro tracked his movements, getting a fucking clue they didn’t have long for this fucking earth.
“Megan came to this fuckin’ club to cook for you motherfuckers and you fucked over her like she was some random bitch?”
No wonder Rebel was so fucking mad. Hearing the watered down version of events and watching fucking videos…
He glowered at Digger. Motherfucker looked ready to cry. Instead of talking, he stared,glared, silently swearing a bloody end if he didn’t straighten the fuck up.
Howfuckinever…
He returned to the podium long enough to set down his guns. Walking to Digger, he punched him so fucking hard he flew against the podium and crumpled to the ground.
Christopher’s trigger fingers twitched. Half the motherfuckers in the room needed to either fucking die or suffer lifelong injuries.
“Stretch?” he snarled.
Cash jerked. “Outlaw—”
“Shut the fuck up, Ghost. If you want this motherfucker to live, shut up.”
