Page 164 of Restless
“I have reports to work on,” Stretch answered. “I’ll be in my office.”
“You also have to watch the Harris house,” Cash gritted.
“No shit?” CJ said, lifting a brow. “You put in cameras?”
“Shit not adding up,” Val said. “Johnnie made the suggestion.”
Brooks choked, drawing everyone’s attention.
Outlaw narrowed his eyes.
“Uh, Dad, Uncle Chris,” Rory inserted, swallowing, “I want to suggest a bylaw that makes the enforcer officially an officer.”
Johnnie scowled. “Absolutely not.”
“I think it’s a wonderful idea,” Meggie said. “Then Mortician will finally be counted as an officer.”
“You’re not a fucking member, Megan,” Johnnie snarled. “Keep your fucking comments to yourself.”
“In a motherfuckin’ minute, you not going to be afuckinlive,” Outlaw roared, somehow jumping to his feetandholding onto Meggie.
Rebel grinned. Mort knew one person who wanted Johnnie to die.
“I want to see Gunner, Christopher. And Johnnie’s right. I’m not a member. I shouldn’t have passed my opinion in mixed company.”
“It’s okay, Momma,” Rebel cooed. “We know you’re still under the influence of pain meds.”
“Maybe, we should go home, Mom?” CJ said. “Gunner is probably tired by now. He shouldn’t be too much trouble.”
“You can see the lil’ motherfucker tomorrow, Megan. Rule, come take the blanket, son.”
Rule rushed forward and did as instructed. The mood went from celebratory to uneasy. Meggie was still pale and Outlaw was on edge as he made his way through the crowd.
“Wait, Christopher!”
He halted.
“I haven’t had a chance to say ‘hi’ to everyone who came to welcome me home.”
“Tomorrow, Megan,” Prez promised.
“Have you toasted Jo’s birth yet?” she pressed.
It was tradition to toast their children’s births with their club brothers.
“Let CJ bring me home and you stay for a half hour to toast our baby girl.”
“The lil’ motherfucker might drop you.”
CJ grinned, almost as tall as Mort these days. “I got your shortie, Dad. I can handle her.”
“Yeah, Outlaw,” Mort said, calmer now that he had a plan of action. He was even looking forward to spending time with Digger. “Meggie girl still the size of fucking Smurfette.”
Prez snickered, allowing CJ to take Meggie.
“Don’t worry, Daddy. If CJ drops Momma, I will stomp him.”
“Bros before hoes, Reb,” Ransom said. “We will stompyouif you touch CJ.”
