Page 247 of Remiss
She clamped her jaw.
He leaned back and folded his arms. “Your move, princess. How badly do you want that fucking number?”
She wouldn’t fall for his fucking bait. “As badly as you want the money this fucking jewelry will get you, motherfucker.”
“I can always call in Cleaner and sic him on you when you least expect it.”
“That fuckhead can always die.”
“Your pussy and ass will already be abused and your throat fucked raw.”
She couldn’t refute that. “Fuck you.”
“You’re a gambling woman, princess.”
“And Christopher’s sister-in-law,dear.”
“Interesting you didn’t say Johnnie.”
“My husband doesn’t hold the power of life and death like Christopher does. As I recall, you were warned not to fuck with anyone in his club. That includes me.”
His expression didn’t change. “Score one for you, gorgeous.”
The moment he leaned over and reached for his phone, Mortician and Val stood and trained their guns on him. Calm, Bash slid his phone to her so she could show it. Which she did.
Promptly.
“I thought you liked me. You’re trying to get my ass shot off.”
“They are just concerned for my safety.” She didn’t know they were paying such close attention.
Bash grunted and dialed the number, smirking toward Mortician and Val.
“What the fuck do you want now?” a woman yelled into the line, drawing his attention away.
Bash snickered as Kendall signaled to the guys that everything was fine.
“Is that any way to talk to your favorite pussy licker?” Bash asked.
“Motherfucker, you auctioned my ass, pussy, and mouth to half your fucking club and my son still isn’t off the hook. What do you want?”
“Well, Hop, seems I’ve brought trouble to your doorstep.”
She snorted. “That would be that little fuckhead I gave birth to,” she grouched. “I’m in the middle of something, Bash. Please, babe. What do you want?”
A soft expression settled into Bash’s features. Realizing Kendall looked at him, he flushed.
Kendall chortled, laughing harder at his evil eye.
“Of course you’re with one of your sluts,” Hopper said resentfully.
“No, babe. I’m with Johnnie’s slut.”
Kendall’s laughter abruptly died, and he smirked, so she flipped him off.
“I don’t remember a Scorpion named Johnnie.”
“He’s not a Scorpion. He’s a Dweller.”
