“I wasn’t serious!” Digger called.
“Then you should’ve shut the fuck up,” Mortician said in disgust.
Johnnie studied her. “You aren’t serious, are you, Megan?”
“Quite.”
“What if Dad got to pick one of us, Mom?” Axel scrunched his little face. “Me and Gunner could fit ona seat made for you, but nobody else. Not even the Blonde Viper.”
She was allowing jealousy to rear its ugly head again. Her children were right. Sometimes, Christopher put one of them on the back of his bike.
“Baby, I swear I ain’t puttin’ no other woman in your seat ever again if she ain’t a family member.”
“If I had you on the back of my bike, I’d never taint that space and allow another woman in that spot,” Easton said, his stare just this side of respectful.
Embarrassment swept through Meggie, and she flushed in spite of her best efforts.
“Motherfucker,” Christopher snarled, wrapping an arm around her waist as he stormed to his feet. “Get the fuck outta here before I blow you the fuck away.”
Meggie wiggled until he set her on her feet. “He doesn’t mean that, Mr. Love—”
“That can’t be your real fuckin’ name,” Christopher raged. “Who the fuck hired you? This shit too fuckin’ suspicious. You prancin’ in here, lookin’ likehim, and just happenin’ to know about finances.” He turned to Johnnie. “Find a fuckin’ written math test. If he ain’t passin’ it, he fuckin’ dyin’.”
“Christopher, shut up!” Meggie smiled at Easton. “It’s a peaceful club—”
“The fuck it is!” Christopher kicked a chair. “Anymotherfucker bold enough to flirt with you in front my fuckin’ face, brave enough to face my fuckin’ wrath.”
“What did you just say?” Meggie thought of all the times she’d had to endure the club girls flirting with Christopher right in front ofherface. “Shut up, Christopher,” she fumed. “Before you make me really mad.”
“I ain’t givin’ a good fuck. You tellin’ Rebel how much you love me, then laughin’ and gigglin’with this motherfucker in front my goddamn face. I ain’t fuckin’ havin’ it.”
“Uh, Prez, you might want to dial it the fuck back before Meggie girl clock you,” Mortician advised.
Christopher ignored him and rounded on Easton. He pulled his.9mm and pointed it at the financial advisor’s head.
“Jesus, Christopher,” Johnnie said. “Put that fucking gun away.”
“Dad, you don’t have to kill him,” CJ said calmly. “We can rough him up.”
The words served as an icy reminder of how entrenched her son was already in the club.
“I don’t infringe on another man’s woman,” Easton said, unfazed by the gun trained on him or the threats of violence.
“You’re flirting with her in front of Dad’s face,” Ryder accused.
“Find me that fuckin’ test, Johnnie! Now!” Christopher glowered at Easton, anger and fear and wildness in his eyes. “Motherfucker, you dead. Comin’ inmyclub, tryin’ to stealmyMegan.”
“Uncle Chris, why don’t we retire to the board room.” Diesel glanced from Meggie to Rebel. “This is club business.”
Rebel gasped.
Meggie saw red. She shoved Christopher, catching him off-guard. He stumbled and stared at her.
“Anything you and your sons don’t want me and Rebel to know will be classified as club business, jerk!”
“It is!” Digger said flatly.
Tired of him too, Meggie grabbed Christopher’s beer bottle and lobbed it at Digger’s stupid head. It hit him dead center, bounced, and crashed to the ground, shattering on impact.
