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“Oh, indeed,” Johnnie retorted.“But let’s not get into who knows more slang. You summoned Brooks to set him up. Gabby wasn’t for me. She was for Brooks. Alone, he’d have no choice but to obey. Even if he didn’t get a hard cock under such distress, photographs would tell a different story.”
Brooks went still, dropped his hand away from Gabby’s cheek, and looked at Bash.
“Caught,” Bash said with an unrepentant smile. “But that wasn’t the only reason I wanted to meet with him.”
“The other reason is Kendall,” Brooks said quietly, handing Gabby the handkerchief and turning his full attention to Bash. “And Matilda.”
“Which is why he came to me,” Johnnie said coldly, a hair’s breath from shooting the fuck out of Bash and damning the consequences. “You’re playing fucking games with my wife and daughter over documents that have nothing to do with them and should never have seen the light of day. If I ever discover who sent them to you, I’m fucking killing them.”
“I merely stated I might have to take your wife and daughter to get the attorney’s cooperation,” Bash said affably. “There was no call to arms.”
Johnnie glared at him. “What the fuck do you want, Bash? You have no fucking reason to want the documents exposed. The original charter and bylaws benefit Christopher. The house where Kendall’s sister died was sold years ago. The house Big Joe purchased for his daughter was gambled away by her stepfather. Christopher’s house in Long Beach, along with mine, was blown up. As was Sharper’s mansion and church. Roxanne still has the house K-P purchased for her, but that doesn’t relate to you.Noneof it does, since Cee Cee had nothing to do with the Dwellers. He was a fucking Scorpion.”
“He might’ve been a Scorpion, but without him the Dwellers wouldn’t have gotten off the ground.”
“Bullshit! Big Joe put blood, sweat, tears, and money into the fucking club,” Johnnie countered. “Withouthim, the Dwellers wouldn’t have gotten off the ground. Cee Cee was too busy ruining women to give a fuck about our club.”
“Rack was a charter member, asshole,” Bash yelled. “He was my uncle, which gives me a claim to the Death Dwellers.”
Johnnie lifted a brow. “He had a fucking son, who’s probably long dead by now. Wallace, Jr., would have claim to it. Not you.”
An odd expression passed over Bash’s face, so fleeting Johnnie couldn’t decipher the meaning.
“Leave Kendall and Matilda out of your bullshit, Bash,” he ordered. “I don’t take kindly to my wife and daughter being threatened.” He nodded to Brooks.
Obediently, the attorney opened the briefcase and took out a cashier’s check, then handed it to Bash.
Those green eyes widened.
“I want you to rip the documents and forget you ever saw them.”
Cleaner walked behind Bash and leaned forward, squinting as he looked over the check. His eyes widened, too.
Bash set the check in front of Brooks, then glowered at Johnnie.
“Big Joe put everything inhername.”
Only in Bash’s fucked-up reasoning did the actions of Megan’s father relate to Kendall.
Johnnie gritted his teeth. When he left, he wanted his top priority to be finding the fuckhead who opened this can of worms. He had the awful feeling that would be the least of his worries.
“Everythinggoes to her. The building housing the club. The grounds. Some of the businesses. Everyfuckingthing Joseph Fucking Foy ever purchased he put in Meggie’s name.”
“None of which she knows about,” Johnnie pointed out.
“Meggie is a kind, reasonable woman,” Brooks said. “We can arrange a meeting—”
“No!” Bash interrupted. “Fuck no. Outlaw tracks her. I have to stay one step ahead of him. Somehow! If we move too quickly or too slowly, we’re dead.”
“Outlaw takes no prisoners,” one of the bikers called.
Johnnie scrubbed a hand over his face. He was running out of fucking options.
When Brooks invited him to his office the day after Christmas and showed him all Bash sent, Johnnie decided to investigate the matter before he went to Christopher. At the time, Megan hadn’t been a factor because Bash directed his threats to Kendall and Matilda. Now, she was.
Glancing at Gabby, Johnnie found her sitting quietly. She was pale and the handkerchief still pressed against her cheek was soaked in blood.
He looked at Bash again. “After involving Brooks in a situation he couldn’t have easily extricated himself from, you intended to blackmail him into doing what exactly?”
