Page 74 of Remiss
“Mom sent a letter to Kendall Donovan. Either it was intercepted or she received it and ignored it. I think I have a better chance of surviving if I talked to Johnnie and let him break the news to Outlaw.”
“And what fucking news is that?”
“I have a copy of Big Joe’s final will. A woman named Marion has the original. And the real owner of the house has the final copy. Orhadthe final copy. She might be dead by now.”
“She? A woman does own the club? Who? And why did she never come forward?”
“She didn’t know. Someone left a bunch of documents at her place and never clued her in. My best guess is Sharper since he had a soft spot for her.”
Fuck. It was Aunt Celia. All this time, Bash was going after Meggie when he virtually owned everything already.
“I want to see the fucking will. Stay with Molly until I come back from talking to Bash, then we’ll figure something out. I have a fucking idea, although I don’t like it.”
Rory and Ryan were a safer way in then any of the Death Dwellers. Fucking with their women was a big no-no, but those two had involved themselves in club business in more ways than one.
“I can get her some meds.”
“She needs a hospital, but medication, especially antibiotics would help.” At the door, Easton halted. “Keep this fucking door locked. Don’t leave her and don’t let a motherfucker in.”
“I won’t.”
Once he locked his bedroom door, Easton made his way downstairs. As he approached Bash’s office, Cleaner barreled toward Easton from the direction of the bathrooms.
“Where is she?”
“Who?”
Cleaner shoved him. “Don’t play fucking dumb, Pounder. That cunt. Molly.”
“Get the fuck out of my way,” Easton spat. “You no longer have to worry about her. She’s mine now.”
“The fuck she is. She’s one of my favorite wet cunts. You’re not taking her from me.”
“Fuck you.” Easton pushed past Cleaner, ignoring the hit to the back of his head meant as a warning. Otherwise, he would’ve been knocked the fuck out.
“Your time’s coming,” Cleaner growled behind him.
Ignoring him, Easton forgot to knock on Bash’s door and just walked into the fucking office, then crashed to a halt.
Bash sat at his desk, eyes on his laptop, tears streaming down his cheeks. Sounds of a stampede and dramatic music filled the room.
“Mufasa,” Bash sobbed. “That’s my daddy.”
Easton gaped, unable to do anything else.
“AndScar? Scaris Christopher,” he spat, wailing like a little kid. “I’m little babySimba. A lost little lion without his daddy.” His fingers trembling, he paused the movie, grabbed the box of tissue on the edge of the desk and blew his nose. “What do you want, boy?” he asked, more in control. “That fucking movie always tears me apart. I don’t know why the fuck I watch it. I just…” He sniffled. “I visited Tio, glad I didn’t have to fuck him up. If he’d succeeded in killing Diesel, the boy would’ve ruined my fucking plans. I would’ve missed him but that would’ve been the breaks.” He grabbed more tissue and dried his cheeks. “That cunt, too. She should’ve shut the fuck up. Then Celia would’ve been upset. What then? I couldn’t have killed Tio twice.”
“So, uh, watching theLion Kingdid what exactly?”
“I don’t know, Easton. Every time I watch the movie, I wonder why. It’s devastating.”
“Because of Cee Cee?”
“And Christopher. I often think about what would’ve beenif only. Scenarios I’ve been over time and again, and they all end with my father alive. With Christopher and me associated. Daddy loved the Death Dwellers but hated Logan Donovan.” More tears slid down his cheeks. “I, my feelings for that old fuckhead are as complicated as Johnnie’s. I once told Ryan he was a great man. But not greater than my father. No one was. Did you know he once beat Celia?”
“Cee Cee?”
“Logan. She told me a little while ago after confessing to going to Christopher to beg for my life. He didn’t shoot my little sister like I would have had a strange bitch come on premises. When she undressed to show she wasn’t wired, he didn’t let anyone touch her. I owe him. I owe him, Easton. Other than Daddy, my little sister is the only one who loves me and he didn’t take her away from me. Like I would have done. Why did he have to kill Daddy? Why? I don’t know how to feel about that motherfucker.” Bash laughed bitterly. “Daddy went to deal with Logan and that motherfucker offered Christopher’s life for Zoann’s pussy.” He jumped to his feet, snatched his laptop and hurled it against the wall, screaming at the top of his lungs.
