He handed Rebel the phone.
“The video isn’t pretty, Christopher,” Meggie said, embracing him and laying her head against him.
Digger, Narci, Torrin, and Bishop stiffened again.
“But don’t watch it right now. It’s over. The brothers deserve to have girlstheylike.”
“I ain’t lookin’thistime,” Outlaw swore.
Meggie kissed his chest, pulled away, and turned to Rebel. “Come on, love. Your daddy will handle everything.”
A vicious smile kicked up the corners of Rebel’s mouth. “I’m not canceling my flamethrower.”
“You can’t burn people to death,” Meggie said in exasperation.
Rebel smirked from offender to offender. “Traitors aren’t people. They’re enemies, and enemies need to be dealt with.”
“Reb—”
Diesel scowled and interrupted Meggie. “Rebel, as your big brother and a man who had a vicious mother—”
“Motherfucker, I will punch you in your goddamn mouth,” Rebel inserted coldly. “You’reone of the reasons that bitch thinks she owns every man in the club. Now, fuck with me after she’s fucked withourmother. Not that bitch who doesn’t deserve your fucking consideration but the woman who has loved you and looked after you. I fuckingdareyou. I will fucking stomp you.”
For once, he believed her. He raised his hands and shut the fuck up.
“Outlaw?” Val asked after Rebel took Meggie’s hand and dragged her away.
“What, Val?”
“Maybe you might reconsider Rebel’s involvement in the club. She’s more brutal than any of the boys.”
Outlaw nodded. “I was thinkin’ the same fuckin’ thing.”
“We already gave her a name,” Axel said proudly.
The Blonde Viper. That was so fucking fitting.
Chapter Thirteen
Mortician arrived at the burger joint almost ninety minutes late.
It was near closing time. Normal Tuesday nights were slow. Now, it was damn near deserted. He saw no sign of his wife, though her Escalade was outside so she was there. Probably in the ladies room.
The server on duty had abandoned their post, so Mort headed to his favorite booth. He still chose Symphony’s area. He missed the former waitress. Not because he had a thing for her, but because she was good at what she did, and he appreciated competence. He grabbed a menu from the holder and glanced at the empty booth across from him. He was in the same booth he sat in when he and Harley had their infamous discussion about her not dating until she was sixty; the same booth he sat in when he met CJ and Symphony took her shot with both of them.
How times had changed.
“You really need a menu, Mort? We all know which burger is your favorite.”
Symphony’s voice startled him. He hadn’t been expecting to hear itandhe’d been lost in his own world.
He lifted his gaze to her and smiled. She was still the same gorgeous young chick with long dreads, dark chocolate skin, and long legs. He pretended her pretty tits weren’t almost in his fucking face.
“What you doing here, girl?”
She flipped some of her braids over her shoulder. “Tee called me and said he wanted to rehire me. Said the place wasn’t the same without me and that he couldn’t keep anyone. I’ve been pulling double shifts, he missed me so much.”
“He right. It wasn’t the same without you.”
