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He was so tired of that goddamn question, he planned to retire it from the fucking English language. But since Kendall went to the conference room and Christopher couldn’t hear the meeting, he still didn’t know why that motherfucker lurked.
Celiawanted peace. Motherfucking Bash might want war.
“Tell me now, Ryan, or forever hold your fuckin’ peace.”
“I don’t know what Bash wants.”
That was hard for Christopher to believe. “Eliza Bart ain’t come to this motherfucker lookin’ for you out of the fuckin’ blue.”
“We had…I had s-sex with her—” He sniffled.
“No, she forced herself on you,” Christopher grumbled, softening his tone. “That cunt got what the fuck she deserved. What she did you wasn’t your fuckin’ fault.Howfuckinever, you shouldna been fuckin’ around with those motherfuckers in the first fuckin’ place. They don’t value no fuckin’ life or a motherfucker’s rights. Not a kid’s and not a woman’s.That’s the fuckin’ reason I feel Megan in danger, but I can’t prove it. If I try to take them out on my fuckin’ own and get fucked up, Megan dead, too. Your ma. Your cousins. Your aunts. Only a few motherfuckers would stand by me or give their lives to protect our women.Yourold man one of them.”
Ryan covered his face, close to breaking. Christopher considered shoving his gun against Ryan’s head and see if that got results.Orhe might fucking faint and clam up when he woke the fuck up.
Instead of shaking the fuck out of Ryan, Christopher spoke again.
“What the fuck—” Distaste burrowed into him before he pushed the words out. “WhatthefuckBashwant?” He blurted the words so fast, the motherfuckers ran together.
“He thinks Aunt Meggie owns the club,” Ryan said, swiping his cheeks. “He wants his portion.”
“He think she ownhisportion or the entire fuckin’ club?”
Ryan hesitated.
“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”
“The entire club,” he whispered.
“And he ain’t come to me why?”
“Because you killed Cee Cee.”
Christopher frowned. “I ain’t followin’ you.”
“In Bash’s eyes, Cee Cee was invincible. No one could take him out. You did. He thinks…he thinks…you’re Scar, Cee Cee was Mufasa, and he-he’s Simba.”
“Come fuckin’ again?”
Christopher had to have misheard Ryan’s mumble. Bash equated himself to the motherfuckingLion King?
“Sometimes, when Bash was high and I was visiting Willard and Wally, we’d watch theLion King. He always sobbed through Mufasa’s death.”
Laughter exploded from Christopher. Bash identifying with theLion Kingwas as high in ironic fuckeduppedness as Snake’s shopping addiction. “The motherfucker shoulda just watchedHamlet. It’s a better goddamn look.”
“Not many people know the connection.”
“Where you watched it? Here or Salt Lake City?”
“Both.”
“When was the last time you visited Salt Lake City?”
“December 30th. With Uncle Johnnie.”
“When was the last time you talked to any of those motherfuckers?”
Ryan squirmed. “When CJ was in the hospital after his overdose. I was at Turn Creek. I thought they had Molly. At least according to what Willard alluded to. It was Diana, though. Wally, Jr. killed her.”
