Page 25 of Remiss
“I just can’t abide Tabitha. She was fucking Shine. A Scorpion spy–”
“What up, Prez?” Digger interrupted, breezing to the table as if he hadn’t royally fucked up. “I met Mort on the trail. He said he was heading here for dinner.”
“I didn’t tell you to come, fuckhead,” Mortician growled, storming to the table and glowering at him.
Potter rushed over, carrying a tub filled with ice and beer. “Sorry it took so long, Prez. Crowd just picked up.”
Christopher glanced around, surprised to see how many of the brothers had arrived.
“I got your message, Outlaw,” Val said, walking to the table, grabbing a beer, and taking his seat. He sniffed the air. “Ithought Meggie was cooking. All I smell is grease. Not nothing good like onions and garlic or even cinnamon and vanilla.”
Fuck, that explained the crowd. Someone had erroneously circulated the news that Megan was cooking, a rare occurrence nowadays.
“Megan not cookin’. It’s Fia and Tennysee. Shit should almost be ready. They been in there for almost two hours.”
“Harley and Puff out too,” Val said. “I guess they all together.”
“Guess so.” Christopher tried, and failed, to sound nonchalant. He grabbed a beer, opened it, and swigged, then changed the subject. “Kendall meetin’ with Bash set up.”
“Just let me know the date, Prez,” Mort said, sitting next to Diesel, across from Digger when usually he sat next to him. “She can’t meet him alone.”
“I agree. Perhaps, when her meetin’ done, Ima snatch Bash and dangle him from the roof of the hospital.”
They all snickered.
“Once I get my fuckin’ answers, I’ll accidentally let that motherfucker drop.”
“We can toss him off together, Outlaw,” Mortician said happily.
“Don’t talk too loud,” Val advised. “We don’t want motherfuckers to decide Kendall can’t go.”
“She ain’t a club member,” Christopher said. “We can’t fuckin’ stop her from doin’ whatever she want.”
“A sound argument,” Diesel said.
“Yeah, Outlaw, you couldn’t even stop that bitch when youdidn’twant her doing shit,” Digger said.
Holding that assfuck’s gaze, Christopher drank his beer, hoping his intent for a near-death beatdown registered.
“Mind if I join the fun?” Cash asked as Stretch stalked to the other side of the table and sat. “My husband doesn’t want me here but Fee is out.” He nodded toward the kids’ table, now filled with Ryan, Devon, and Grant, in addition to Cash’s sons. “I can sit next to Knox. He’s at the bar, ordering his wine.”
Preppy fuckhead.
Christopher glanced around and spotted Ransom and JJ at a pool table.
“I-I’ll just hang outside until dinner is ready,” Cash stammered.
No one stopped his departure.
“I called Derby this morning.” Christopher finished his beer and grabbed another one, then signaled Potter for another tub. “I told him to be on guard since Bash and company would be in the area.”
Diesel lifted a brow. “They’re not going on lockdown?”
“Derby said they refuse to fuckin’ think about lockdown until after the next distribution at the end of the month,” Christopher explained. “Dez and company don’t want to stay at Derby’s clubhouse because of their wives and children.”
“Fuck, what the fuck they want?” Val demanded. “Beggars can’t be fucking choosers.”
Truth. “I opened safehouses for them since I was the one who told Derby to bring them in. If those motherfuckers leaveand get fucked up, that’s on them. But Ima be madder than a motherfucker since the locations of those houses compromised. They gotta abide by my rules or die. By Bash or by me.”
