Page 158 of Remorseless
“The kidis my son and he is currently in a coma.” She let out a sob. “One more word from you and you’ll be even worse,” she vowed viciously.
Digger hung his head.
“He’s going to kill half the fucking club, Megan,” Johnnie said. “He’s fucked up Digger, Stretch, and Diesel, and already killed three fuckheads.”
“Don’t care, not there. It’s club business.”
Johnnie swallowed.
“Meggie,please,” Digger called. “Tell Outlaw—”
“My son is in a coma because of how you all feel aboutme. Any goodwill…anymercyis gone. You jumped into the frying pan. Get yourself out of the fire—”
“Aunt Meggie—” Pain filled Diesel’s voice. “I’m so, so sorry, Aunt Meggie. Please, forgive me. I swear I’ll spend my life making this up to you.”
Her weeping traveled through the line.
“If I could takehis place—”
She was silent for a moment, then she drew in another breath. “I don’t want any of you dead, son. Not you. Not Rule. Not…not C-CJ. Christopher?”
“What, baby?”
“All I know is Joplin gave CJ the drugs after Gail and Diana needled him, and Diesel, Narci, Potter, Digger, and Mortician saved him. It’s your club and I can’t interfere, but I ask you to show the ones who helped CJ some mercy. I ask that you remember Rule wants to be a priest and has a lot of good in him. Stretch sent out the SOS.”
“Stretch been wipin’ fuckin’ footage. Last two or three times, he forgot to erase it from the main server so I fuckin’ saw what happened—”
After Torie’s death, although a good twenty minutes was interrupted. After Megan arrived to cook. And from the moment CJ and Diesel walked in, to the minute Diesel ran out with CJ limp in his arms.
“It’s whatever, Christopher,” Megan said tiredly. “I just wanted to let you know that CJ still isn’t awake.”
Another sob escaped her, then she disconnected.
Instead of calling her back, Christopher yanked the knife out of Diesel’s hand and shoved him away. He fell to his knees, holding his hand, now dripping with blood.
“Mort, see to the motherfucker hand. He need to get to the meatshack and kill those two cunts.”
“Uncle Christopher—”
“Shut the fuck up. Don’t think I ain’t knowin’ when you fuckin’ found Torie, you ain’t told me that cunt was back cuz you was fuckin’ her. You still stickin’ your cock in the club bitches, despite your fuckin’ wife? Despite those cunts hatin’ on Megan? Fuck you. Kill those cunts or fuckin’ else.”
Diesel nodded.
Christopher picked up the switch and pulled the trigger, the nonstop firing tearing apart Dementor,Nitro, Bedhead, Alchemy, Turbo, Pixels, Tyre, Jar, Ham, and Eraser, all motherfuckers who’d fucked over Megan or CJ, either by word or deed.
“Church over,” he declared and stormed the fuck away.
Leaning forward and resting her head near CJ’s shoulder, Meggie wondered when her son would open his eyes. She hadn’t slept and she hadn’t eaten in the hours since he’d been brought up to ICU in the room reserved for her. Just down the hall from Jo.
She couldn’t describe how she felt in one of the most horrific moments in her life. It was as if she was trapped under water and would never resurface.
Through the window, she saw that it was dark. The rain stopped hours ago, and a crisp winter night sky stole away the dusk. But the world was muted. Her life was a dull gray. Only her son laid in vivid color.
Sun kissed skin, though not as tanned as Christopher’s dark hair. Long eyelashes. A face as beautiful as his father’s.
An hour after her phone call, Christopher came and checked on CJ. He’d also tried to coax Meggie to eat.
She didn’t care about food.
