Page 237 of Remiss
Easton could always drive her to the office and go tell Kendall he’d returned Molly. Or not. If Bash was unhappy with the meeting and Easton disobeyed him, a bloodbath could happen.
Bash was so fucking difficult to read. Vulnerable and murderously insane didn’t make for a good combination. Easton tried to reach inside him and tap into the part of himself he onlyshowed Aunt Celia. It worked as long as Cleaner didn’t get in Bash’s head.
Sighing again, Easton grabbed his phone and dialed Rory’s number.
“Easton?”
“Is there any way you can get to Kendall’s office, kid?”
“Molly’s there?”
Easton didn’t want to get the kid hurt. If he gave up Molly’s location and Bash returned while Rory was there, he might not respond in the best way. This was such a clusterfuck. “Bash is just as planned. If you can get there and talk to him, he might have answers for you.”
“I have…do you think he’ll be there in an hour?”
“I don’t know, Rory.”
“If I could, I’d leave now, b-but I…my sister and me are trying to cook a meal for Mom. And…fuck. I’ll try to speed things up.”
“Do that, kid. See you around.”
Easton didn’t wait for a response before he ended the call and shoved the phone back into his pocket.
Someone pounded on his door.
“Fuck.”
It was either Cleaner or Wally, Jr., since they both knew his location. Easton didn’t want to see either of those fuckheads.
Another pound disturbed Molly.
Scowling, he moved his arm from under her head and stalked to the door, throwing the thin wood open and glaring at Cleaner.
“I thought you’d stay with Bash,” Easton grumbled, allowing the motherfucker to enter, then turned and headed back to the bed, leaving it up to that asshole to close the fucking door.
The slam was unnecessarily hard. “He sent me away,” Cleaner said, anger threading the words. “He said you’d probably think I would intimidate that cunt.”
Easton sat on the edge of the bed, angling himself in front of Molly. “You would.”
“Fuck that cunt.” Cleaner mean-mugged Easton. “And fuck you. Bash has lost his fucking mind. Between you and Celia, you’re turning him into a sad sap.”
“If you don’t like it, talk to him.” If he allowed the asshole to intimidate him, he’d never fucking have peace. “Bash does what the fuck he wants. You know that, Cleaner.”
“What I know is that cunt behind you wasn’t even a fucking consideration. We fucked her when we wanted and how we wanted. Suddenly, you had something to say and he shot the fuck out of Tom, then gave her toyou.”
“What the fuck did this girl do to you, motherfucker?” Easton snapped. “Not a fucking thing. She never should’ve been there.”
“Says you.”
“Fuck. Yeah. I fucking say it. Somebody had to stand up for her.”
Cleaner didn’t respond. He just contemplated Easton in silence.
Easton hoped the motherfucker would leave and wait for Bash somewhere else.
“Bash is going to thank me for this later,” Cleaner said with a long-suffering sigh.
“What…?”
