Page 225 of Restless
Christopher cocked the hammer. The girls backed away and crowded on the stage.
“You fired first, Christopher,” Bash said, his voice shaking. “It could’ve precipitated retaliation.”
“I ain’t here to go round and round. Neither am I here to conduct long drawn-out conversations before I fuck a motherfucker up. I don’t have time for that. I did it this time in the interest of peace. What you and your motherfuckersnotdoing is jerkin’ my fuckin’ chains. I don’t want to hear Cleanerafuckingainif I don’t address him. Underfuckinstand?”
“Yes,” Bash said. “He understands. He won’t insult you again.”
Christopher snatched his gun away from Bash’s head, de-cocked it, and sat. Once, he’d allowed Megan’s stepfuckhead to walk away and almost lost her. Deep down, he had the feeling he would regret not blowing Bash the fuck away. However, he had to unfuck some shit and put the word out to keep the boys safe.
First, though he needed to check something. Sometimes, he had to play defense to plan his offense.
Christopher sat. “Adette?” He sipped his beer. “Sadie?”
The blonde and redhead walked down the three steps in front of the stage and came to him. His heart pounding, he gulped more beer. Sweat coated his palms; he brushed them over his jeans. Before he changed his mind, he placed his arm around Adette and pulled her onto his lap.
However, Bash and his motherfuckers were operating on a different fucking level, so Christopher had to do the same.
It had been almost two decades since another woman…a memory of Kendall on his lap rose in his head and he scowled.
When Megan was better, he’d tell her. Hopefully, she wouldn’t lock him out of her pussy too long. She…fuck…
Carefully, he tucked hair behind Adette’s ear and smiled at her. Derby’s shock would’ve been hilarious if this wasn’t so serious. Christopher tipped her chin up, made himself leer at her tits, though he only saw Megan’s.
“I’ve always heard you were devoted to that cunt, Outlaw,” Bash said casually.
Christopher pressed his lips together, adding another infraction to the motherfucker’s growing list.
“Never believed them myself,” Bash continued. “You, Dez?”
“Uh…” Dez gulped.
“Outlaw tries to practice monogamy,” Derby said, sounding bored. “He’s faithful more often than not. No man enjoys one slit for the rest of his fucking life.”
Derby had already escaped with his life once for fucking with Megan. Which reminded Christopher.
“Your former brother, Cole, would’ve still been livin’ if he hadn’t fucked with Megan.”
“His former…Cole was really a Scorpion?” Dez asked.
“Ain’t talkin toyou, motherfucker.”
Dez had one fucking job—follow Christopher’s cues. If Dez fucked up the instructions, Christopher would serve him his fucking ass.
“But—”
“Shut the fuck up, Dez,” Derby ordered.
Dez snapped his mouth shut. However, his unexpected question removed the element of surprise, allowing Bash to realize Christopher was trying to ferret information.
“If he was aformerScorpion, his death is no affront to me,” Bash said. “But back to you, your bitch, and your cock, little brother.”
Christopher drew in a breath. His closest support club to help clean away blood and dump bodies was over an hour away, north of Eugene; the closest Dweller chapter was in Medford, a few miles from the California border.
If shit went south and he was killed, he’d just disappear. Derby would do right by him if he wasn’t fucked up, too.
The longer the meeting dragged on, the higher the chance blood would be spilled. Christopher needed to move forward with his plan.
Adette remained on his lap. His tactics left him repulsed. Yet to play Bash’s game, he needed an even field.
