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At Rory’s cry, Christopher barreled toward him, but Kendall jerked her son behind her.
“Wrap Johnnie’s hand,” she cried, her eyes still ringing. “Please! He can bleed out.”
“Fuck him,” Christopher barked, unfazed by Johnnie’s moans and Rory’s sobs.
She grabbed Christopher’s arms. “Please,” she begged, tears pouring down her cheeks. “Please, please, please. Don’t let him die! Please.”
Growling, Christopher nodded to Stretch and pried her fingers from his arms.
“I’ll see to him, Kendall,” Stretch promised, jumping to his feet and rushing to a storage closet. “Fuck, it’s empty!”
CJ took off his shirt and held it out to Stretch, which he quickly wrapped around Johnnie’s hand. Mortician fashioned a tourniquet from Ryan’s boot lace and tied it around the bloody material.
Once Johnnie was seen to, Christopher reached around Kendall and snatched her son. “Listen up, Rory,” he said, his voice sounding like it was from the depths of hell. “You fuckin’ knew that was club fuckin’ business. You knew what me and your ma workin’ on. Yet, you hid that from both of us and took it to motherfuckin’ Johnnie. You disobeyed a fuckin’ direct order. You barred from the club for a month.”
“What?” Rory cried, panicked. “No, please! I’m sorry.”
“Johnnie’s the adult, fuckhead,” Kendall spat, determined to protect her son but still wanting to save that fuckface, idiot, brainless fucking twat known as her husband. “Don’t you fucking dare put that burden on my son’s shoulders.”
“You want me to kill this motherfucker, Kendall?” Christopher indicated Johnnie with his gun, ready and willing to pull the trigger with a fatal shot.
Afraid to provoke him, she shook her head.
“Then I suggest you shut the fuck up. We both knowRorybeen involvin’ himself in shit. He went with Johnnie to fuckin’ see Bash. I didn’t put him in this predicament.” He glared at Rory. “You want to be a member of this club? You follow rules. Johnnie break those motherfuckers repeatedly. The consequences I want to give him, I don’t cuz he family. Your ma and you and your sisterlovehim. But you got a choice to make in situations like this. You loyal to him. Or you loyal to the fuckin’ club.” He holstered his gun. “Now, Ima ask you and I want you to be fuckin’ honest. Did Hopper mention your Aunt Megan in danger?”
Rory heaved in a breath. Swallowed. Glanced at Johnnie, then met Christopher’s eyes and shook his head. “No, Uncle Christopher,” he croaked.
Kendall wasn’t sure if he believed her son, but he turned away.
“When you want to meet with Bash, Kendall?” Christopher demanded, ignoring the possibility of Johnnie going into shock with such a major fucking injury.
She frowned. “Uh—”
“Answer me, or I’m lettin’ him bleed to death. Cuz we all know he ain’t got the proper shit to completely staunch the flow of blood.”
“As soon as possible,” she blurted.
“I need a fuckin’ number for Hopper or Randolph. She must be usin’ a burner so I don’t track her. But, first, Ima call emergency church.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Club business. After it’s over, Ima let you know if meetin’ Bash a go or not.”
Johnnie’s eyelashes fluttered and he was losing his color, on the verge of fainting.
“Uncle Christopher—” Rory murmured.
“You get a month-long suspension or an ass beatin’. Your fuckin’ choice.”
“The beating. At least I’ll be able to come to the club.”
“You’re a grown man! You can’t beat Rory,” Kendall cried, stumbling to Johnnie and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Stay with me, Johnnie. Please.”
“Iain’t beatin’ him,” Christopher grumbled. “CJ is.”
“What?” CJ straightened. “But—”
“You his equal. He involved himself in club business.”
