Page 229 of Restless
Cleaner looked away.
“Daddy wanted to form an alliance with you,” Bash said into the silence.
“Do you gotta refer to that motherfucker asDaddy, assfuck?” Christopher asked with a snort. “You fifty-eight. By now, he should’ve moved toDad.”
Bash glowered at Christopher. “Very fucking funny.”
“You see me fuckin’ laughin’? Listen up, Bash, I ain’t givin’ a good fuck if you call him Daddy Dearest, I was just askin’ a fuckin’ question. I’m gonna have Brooks send you an agreement between our clubs. You clearin’ the fuck out of the region. You leavin’ Dez, Derby, Brooks, Johnnie, Ryan, and Rule the fuck alone. I’m gonna send you a quarter rock. You sign and accept my fuckin’ money, then fuck over me like you doin’ Johnnie, Ima fuckin’ cleave you in two with the fuckin’ chainsaw, then blow your club the fuck up.” Christopher sipped his beer, calmer. Maybe, he’d just cut the tip of Dez’s tongue off as a warning.
“Suppose there are other motherfuckers I want revenge on?”
Finally. They were getting to the heart of the matter. “First, I wanna know what my woman did.”
Bash jumped to his feet and stared at Christopher, his mouth dropping open in shock.
“She hasn’t done anything,” Cleaner said.
Christopher didn’t take his gaze from Bash. “According to you, Cleaner. Bash feel different.”
“He’s never met—”
“He saw my woman in that blonde. Adette. He wasn’t angry at that bitch. He saw Megan in her.”
They were all staring at him like he’d grown two fucking heads.
“Tell me I’m fuckin’ wrong. I ain’t the most educated motherfucker, but I ain’t a stupid one.”
“Outlaw—”
“Shut the fuck up, Bash. If you thinkin’ about fuckin’ with Megan, consider that shit very carefully. I’m fuckin’ thinkin’ you wanna fuck with her cuz of Big Joe.”
“Jesus Christ,” Bash breathed.
Christopher got to his feet and stalked to Bash. As expected, his brothers rose and flanked the motherfucker.
“Get your fucking asses over here,” Derby ordered, arriving at Christopher’s right side.
A moment later, Dez, Eugene, and Kenny slinked over.
“You wanna die, slow and painful?” Christopher asked. “Or you want me to shoot you like I did your fuckin’daddy? He was already fuckin’ dead when I got him to the meatshack. Cuttin’ him up wasn’t as much fun without his fuckin’ heart beatin.”
Bash started trembling.
“Look me in the fuckin’ eye, motherfucker, man-to-man, and tell me what the fuck you got against my wife? What the fuck Big Joe did to you?”
“Nothing, Outlaw,” Bash whispered.
“If you fuck with Megan, you know how I’m gonna kill you? Slow. Stick an icepick in your knees. Rip out your fingernails. Slice away a hand. Maybe, a foot.” He squinted. “You fuckin’ hearin’ me, Bash?”
“Are you declaring war, Outlaw?” Cleaner asked.
“Nope. I’m declaring my recipe to fuck up Bash if he fuck with Megan.”
Bash cleared his throat. “I have nothing against your woman,” he said evenly. “She, Kendall, and Mattie seemed like the perfect targets to scare Johnnie to make him continue to pay me to keep the terms of the peace agreement.”
“That you fuckin’ broke,” Christopher pointed out. “You killed two Devils.”
“I didn’t realize you had such an interest in them.”
