Page 208 of Remiss
“She came as a friend. You came as a foe.”
“She came to save my fucking life.”
“I need someone to save my dad’s.”
“Talk to Meggie.” Cleaner snickered. “I forgot. She’s gone.”
“No, she’s back, and she didn’t care that Uncle Christopher killed those fuckheads. This entire evening has been fucking unreal.”
“I’m going to straighten it out,” Bash swore. “I got a message from your mother asking for us to meet this Sunday.”
“Come correctly, Bash. Please,” Rory croaked. “My dad’s life depends on it.”
“Do you know a Charlotte Redding?” Bash asked, sighing and changing the fucking subject.”
“Grandmother?” Rory’s voice shook. “That’s Gramps’s wife. Why?” he asked suspiciously.
“You call Brooks Redding ‘Gramps’?” Bash asked.
“I do, so do my brothers and sister.”
Bash grunted. “How does Kendall feel about that cunt?”
“Mom loves her. She’s known the Reddings for about twenty years. They’ve helped her through a lot. Why?” Rory asked again.
“No reason, kid. Disconnect the call, Easton.”
“Later, Rory,” Easton said, not wanting to agitate Bash.
His hands shaking, Bash lit a cigarette and sidled his gaze toward the gorgeous blonde, still at the bar, taking in everything. “Tio’s nurse and your cocksucker, Easton.”
“I’m not sharing with him, Dad,” Tio spat.
Bash’s gaze flickered to his gun, and Tio snapped his mouth shut. “One cunt at a time, I suppose.” He looked at Charlotte. “Tell me about this offer and then get the fuck out of my face before I decide to fucking kill you because I don’t like your fucking smirk.”
“As barbaric as Outlaw, Mr. Bash,” Charlotte said with disapproval.
Bash frowned. “Mr. Caldwell.”
“Lady, if I were you, I’d speak my peace and then get the fuck out,” Randolph told her.
Charlotte sniffed and wrinkled her nose as if a foul odor wafted into her delicate nostrils. “I love Brooks. I know he has run afoul of you more than once. What if I can deliver Megan Caldwell to you in exchange for my dear husband’s lasting life?”
First, she’d shocked the fuck out of Easton by showing her fucking ass there. Now, she left him fucking speechless.
“Is that motherfucker immortal, Lottie?”
Charlotte scowled and folded her arms.
“We’re all dying one fucking day. I was just thinking about helping him along.”
Her hands flew to her mouth. “So you do intend to kill him!” she gasped.
“It’s crossed my mind,” Bash said as if he was discussing which fucking sauce to order for his chicken nuggets. “But I’m curious. Would you hand Meggie over for me to fuck, kill, or both?”
“Whatever suited you. As long as you don’t hurt my Brooks.”
Leaning back, Bash contemplated her. “Suppose I only want a chance with Kendall?”
