Page 130 of Remiss
“Jana, come to the table with us,” CJ offered, and Christopher realized Ransom, Ryder, Grant, Ryan and Devon had arrived, along with Kaia and Biship.
She was trembling and her eyes were huge and teary.
“It’s fine, bae,” CJ swore, tugging her away from Diesel, who almost looked relieved that she was being guided away.
Johnnie faced Christopher. “You motherfucker,” he said. “You’ll do anything for revenge.”
“Dad!” Rory cried.
Christopher got to his feet. “Ain’t got to do a motherfuckin’ thing, John Peter. Your cock did it all.”
Red suffused Johnnie and his eyes narrowed.
“She doesn’t know, Uncle Christopher,” Diesel said quickly. “She thinks her parents are Amy and Sam Reynolds.”
“Know what?” Johnnie demanded. “There’s nothing to fucking know. Except you and your passel of sons are determined to undermine me. You find a girl that looks like me to fuck with my marriage! More than likely, she’s your daughter, Christopher.”
“Her name’s Jana,” Christopher said coldly. “And I hate to fuckin’ break it to you. She belong to you and Hopper.”
If Jana heard, she didn’t react, but Johnnie choked.
“You’re a fucking liar,” Johnnie blared.
“Embarrassing Johnnie won’t change our fucking minds, Outlaw,” Monty, a newer member and one of Johnnie’s staunchest supporters, called. “You’re unhappy because of what that fucking bitch did, so you want to undermine his marriage.”
“You callin’ Megan a bitch?” Christopher asked to be sure.
Monty smirked. “Well, I’m sure not calling Kendall one. She’s a good woman.”
A few members chuckled. Most of them shuffled nervously.
CJ, Diesel, Ransom, and Ryder looked to Christopher for guidance, ready to jump that motherfucker.
Fia stuck her head out as Christopher walked to Monty. “Dinner’s almost ready,” she started, though Christopher barely heard her.
He pulled his .9mm, shoved it in Monty’s ear, and pulled the fucking trigger, not caring at the spray of blood. Or Fia’s scream. Or motherfuckers scattering.
“Who the fuck next?” Christopher snarled, swiping the blood off his cheek, pointing his piece at all the motherfuckers he identified as enemies. “Cuz I’m sick of all you assfucks disrespectin’ my woman. Meganmine. When she come fuckin’ back, if a motherfucker look at her wrong, they fuckin’ dead. And if youtryto fuckin’ vote me out for protectin’ my woman, Ima kill every one of you motherfuckers.”
Somebodymade a fucking face at him. He was too livid to recognize all the newer members and he really didn’t give a fuck. He shot the fuck out of him, too. Meanwhile, Fia’s screams drew the other two out andtheystarted screaming.
Missing Megan and so fucking over all the bullshit, he fired a round in the ceiling. “Shut the fuck up!” he yelled.
Tennysee and Tauriel listened. Fia didn’t. If Torrin hadn’t clapped his hand over her fucking mouth, Christopher might’ve shot her.
He aimed his gun at Johnnie’s head. “I fuckin’ hate you, Johnnie. I want to rip off your fuckin’ head. You know what the fuck you did to Megan. But since she ain’t sayin’ she divorcin’ me, you still on her No-Kill List. I want you fuckin’ dead. Ain’t got a motherfuckin’ thing to do with what the fuck you did to our club. You ran her away as much as me. You made her think shit that wouldna entered her mind. Well, she fuckin’ gone. You did what you set out to do. If she don’t come back, you fuckin’ dead. If she do come back, you fuckin’ dead to me.”
“I’m sorry, Christopher—”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Christopher hollered, kicking a chair against the bar. “You ain’t fuckin’ sorry.Everymotherfuckintimeyou fuckin apologize, you turn around and do more shit to her. For fuckin’ weeks, we been goin’ through this same fuckin’ song and dance.”
“I’m—”
Christopher kicked another chair. “Ain’t I told you to shut the fuck up? You no brother of mine and you no cousin of mine. I disown you as both.”
“Kendall’s gone too,” Johnnie whispered, not moving Christopher because he didn’t give a fuck.
“You fuckin’ betrayed me,” he said, glancing from Johnnie to Rory and then to Ryan, all three suddenly frozen to their spots. “And because you such a motherfuckin’ Logan Jr., you think I wanna betrayyouwith Kendall. I ain’tyou. Get that through your motherfuckin’ head. You wanna fuck Megan. You wanted to when you first met her and you still fuckin’ want to. That’s your whole fuckin’ problem. Your fuckin’wifesaid she accepted bein’ second in your life. What kind of motherfucker make his woman feel like she got to step behind another girl? Another motherfucker’s wife at that? Cuz you can’t have Megan, you turnin’ as many motherfuckers as possible against her. Listen up, motherfuckers. I’m puttin’ you on fuckin’ formal notice.” He made a three-hundred sixty degree turn and met everyone’s gazes. Some stunned. Others fearful. And others—Mort, Val, Diesel, and CJ—relieved. “If I find out one fuckin’ thing you did to Megan, you fuckin’ dead. If she come back and you fuckin’lookat her wrong, you fuckin’ dead. Back the fuck off my wife.”
