Page 158 of Ruptured
Fury from the failed attempt to move against Bash still lingered in Christopher. “You really fuckin’ riskin’ your boy life by handin’ me that fuckin’ line?”
“Rory, son, he won’t pull the trigger.”
Christopher jiggled the barrel against Rory’s temple. “I think Megan in danger from Bash. Ain’t too sure why when not a motherfucker findin’ nothin’. You, motherfucker, playin’ fuckin’ games. Fuckin’ fine if it ain’t involvin’ my wife.”
“You involved mine!”
“Fuck you. Kendall the motherfuckin’ attorney and she got more fuckin’ brains than you ever fuckin’ hope to have.”
“I’ll never forgive you for this. I don’t know what fucking letter you’re talking about. Get the fuck out with your fucking showboating. I—”
Christopher cocked the gun. “You really wanna risk Rory life on what the fuck Imightdo? He involved cuz of you.”
“Christopher—”
“What the letter said, Johnnie?”
“It mentioned Randolph. He contacted Bash—”
“You already said that shit. Tell me what the fuck Bash want.”
“Money,” Johnnie said, tears in his eyes, his breath coming in harsh pants, finally realizing the fucking seriousness of the situation.
“Do he think Megan own the club?”
“No. Hopper said he doesn’t know.” Johnnie gave him a beseeching look. “Don’t do this. Please. We went through this, too.”
“In fuckin’ case you ain’t realized it, I don’t fuckin’ believe you.”
Johnnie’s sobs matched Rory’s. “Christopher, please, don’t hurt Rory. I’d never live with myself—”
“You ain’t got to worry about that, motherfucker, cuzyou’dget fucked up, too. Club business. You both disobeyed me. You both fuckin’ lyin’ to me.”
“Th-think of Kendall. It would break her heart. Would you kill her? What would become of Matilda, JJ, and Blade?”
“Think ofmyMegan. What would happen to my kids,me, if Bash kills her?”
“She’s not in any danger,” Johnnie cried. “I swear! God, I swear. Just don’t hurt Rory. Please.”
Growling in frustration, Christopher moved the barrel from Rory’s temple, and de-cocked the gun. Rory covered his face, bent over, and sobbed into his hands. Furious that his gut saidone thing but evidence pointed to something else, Christopher stalked to the other side of Johnnie’s bed.
“Look at me, Rory,” Christopher ordered.
“Uncle Christopher—”
“Lookat menow.”
The minute Rory complied, Christopher shoved the gun in Johnnie’s mouth.
“Uncle Christopher!” Rory yelled, weeping pitifully, and jumping to his feet. “Don’t hurt my dad.”
The thought of pulling the trigger crossed Christopher’s mind. Then, he saw Kendall and Mattie’s faces. They’d never understand why he took Johnnie away. Perhaps,Kendallwould, but it would still destroy her. No matter how angry she was with that motherfucker, she loved him. She’d almost lost her shit when Christopher shot Johnnie earlier. Then, there was Rory. Playing both ends against the middle. Trying to protect Johnnie and appease Christopher—CJ. Those two goals could never find a common ground. Even if he didn’t kill Rory and fucked up Johnnie, the kid would turn into another Rule.
“What the fuck the letter said, Rory?”
His wet gaze flickered away, then met Christopher’s. “I told you, Uncle Christopher. I swear.”
“You ain’t torn that motherfucker up, did you?”
