“What the fuck you want me to say, Skip?”
“What can you say, Outlaw?” Skip cleared his throat. “You a good fucking Prez, but the way Johnnie laid it out…he’s worried about you. He says Bash almost killed you once. Digger left you vulnerable.”
Fuckhead fucking Johnnie! Lying like a motherfucker and turning Christopher into a scary bitch during his secret meeting with Bash and Cleaner in Roseburg.
“The fuck I did!” Digger yelled, jumping to feet, while Christopher wrestled his temper under control. “I take umbrage to that. Step out that little fucking screen and say that to my fucking face.” He looked at Mortician. “Tell him.”
Mort glowered at his brother, so Digger sat down and threw Mort a dark look.
“Even now, I’m fucking quaking in my boots,” Skip continued, “wondering if Bash has someone here and they’re listening to me.”
Grumbles of agreement rose up.
“CJ’s overdose was a fuckin’ crime of opportunity,” Christopher said.
“But it was because they were our enemies,” Rip reminded him. “No motherfucker in their right mind would target our president’s sonandhis wife, yet Bash did that. He’s a cokehead maniac. When he’s high, he’s ten times worse. We don’t stand a fucking chance if he had the balls to fuck with you, Outlaw.”
“What the fuck’s the disconnect here?” Christopher roared, losing his patience and his temper. “We ain’t standin’ a motherfuckin’ chance cuz we a bunch of divided bitches, tremblin’ like bleedin’ fuckin’ cunts. We vote to attack. I blow those motherfuckers the fuck out of existence. If I even fuckin’ suspect a shadow club, I fuck them up, too, and we live in motherfuckin’ peace. End of fuckin’ story. Case fuckin’ closed.”
“But—”
“No fuckin’buts,” he snarled to whoever the fuck said that. “Let’s leave Megan the fuck out of this. What about you motherfuckers? Your bitches? Your lil’ motherfuckers? Bash already fucked up some of our members. You wanna sit the fuck around until this motherfucker get tired of playin’ fuckin’ games and really start pickin’ us the fuck off?”
“Johnnie said Bash is bored,” Skip insisted. “And in need of money.”
“Ain’t no motherfuckin’ way that motherfucker gettin’ a cent of club money or my money,” Christopher growled.
“Why not?” Rip said again. “CashandJohnnie said you sanctioned a fifty grand a month fee without club approval.”
These motherfuckers wanted to sue for fucking peace overgossip?
Unfuckinbelievable.
Christopher forgot to ask Rip if he was out his motherfucking mind believing Johnnie and Cash before he stormed to McCall and punched him in his fucking mouth.
“If you wanna be a pussy ass cunt, get the fuck out my fuckin’ club, motherfucker. You fuckin’ underminin’ me puttin’ all us indanger just cuz my sister pushed out a kid to carry your fuckin’ name?” He punched him again. “Fuck you.”
Breathing heavily, Cash wiped his bloody mouth and nose and leaned his head on the table.
“I ain’t—”
“Johnnie produced receipts,” Skip inserted.
“Outlaw, we appreciate you and want to stand by you, but we’re running scared.”
“Bash—”
“Gave the order to kill CJ because you ordered Johnnie to stop paying,” Rip interrupted before Christopher explainedJohnniewas a lying motherfucker.
“If Megan in danger, then it’s my fuckin’ problem,” Christopher spat. “I’ll take care of those motherfuckers.”
“I’m with Outlaw,” Potter said.
“Me, too,” Narci said, which was echoed by Bishop, Torrin, Zephyr, Pike, Slipper, Orange, and Huck.
“Let’s take the fuckin’ vote,” Christopher growled.
The vote was split almost fifty-fifty, butsomehow, Cash and his motherfuckers won.
