Page 13 of Restless
“Brooks can alter the documents,” Johnnie said. “Half of everything will be yours.”
“No! The originals are still out there. I received copies.”
“I’ll hunt for the originals—”
“Until they’re found, there can be no alterations, so I reject your alternative.”
“It really sounds as if you just want a fucking problem, big brother.”
Wildness crept into Bash’s eyes. “I don’t! I want what’s owed me. That’s it, Johnnie. I’ll do whatever I must to get it, preferably without Outlaw’s knowledge.”
“I’ll send money to you to keep Kendall and Matilda safe and I’ll…I’ll…” What? Johnnie wasn’t sure. He was making up shit as he went along. “I-I’ll drive Megan away and pay you for her life, too.” It had worked for many years with Cee Cee and Logan. Johnnie would make it work, as well. “If…when…she goes, you let her live in peace.”
As if she’d have any without Christopher. At least, she’d be alive.
Who was he kidding? Nothing could ever separate them.Maybe, though, he’d buy time.
“Money every month for your bitch and six months to drive Outlaw’s cunt away.”
“Fifty bands a month and a year to drive Megan away,” Johnnie offered. Sliding a hand inside his cut, he backed away from Bash and wrapped his fingers around the handle of his blade.
“A hundred,” Bash expectedly countered.
“And the year?” Johnnie asked.
“Done,” Bash responded.
At Johnnie’s nod, Bash indicated Gabby with a wave of his hand. Johnnie snatched the blade and threw it before Cleaner moved a muscle. It landed in Gabby’s throat. She shuddered and gasped, gurgling.
Walking to her, Johnnie pulled the knife away, reveling in the spray of blood. He leaned over and slit her throat, hastening a death only minutes away, ending her life quickly rather than leaving her at the mercy of Cleaner and Bash.
He wiped the blood on his leathers, ignoring Brooks’s screaming sobs. Maniacal laughter boomed over the attorney’s hysterics.
“Kudos, little brother,” Bash congratulated.
After stuffing his blade back into his pocket, Johnnie closed the briefcase and took it in hand. “Stone spat on me, an insult that won’t go unanswered.”
A moment of silence went by.
“I see,” Bash said finally.
Snatching his watch from the table, Johnnie bared his teeth. “Excellent.”
Cleaner snickered.
In response, Johnnie put his watch on, grabbed Brooks by the collar and dragged him away. In the parking lot, dusk was falling and the temperature had dropped.
He shoved Brooks into the passenger seat of the Mercedes, jogged around to the driver’s side and slid in. Once he started the engine, he grabbed his Glock from the inside of his cut.
At the gate, he waited until Stone opened it, before he rolled down the window, shot the motherfucker between the eyes and sped away.
Chapter One
10 months later
Glaring at the photo of CJ grinning at his “lab partner”, Harley Banks shoved her phone inside her blazer pocket. Leaves crunched, and she pressed her lips together to hold back her tears. Turning, she smiled at her costar in the school play.
“Wassup, Harley?” Nardo Grevenberg greeted and grinned, his dark eyes sweeping her with a look from head to toe.
