Page 224 of Restless
“Little brother,” Bash greeted cheerfully, holding out his hand and wincing.
“Ain’t here for a family fuckin’ reunion, so put your motherfuckin’ hand down,” Christopher ordered.
A Black dude stepped next to Bash and glared at Christopher. “Show some fucking respect to your elders.”
Christopher opened his mouth to speak, but the resemblance to Mortician and Digger caught his attention immediately. He narrowed his eyes.
“Cleaner,” Bash said, “it’s fine.” He looked at the two girls behind the bar. “You two bitches, come suck Cleaner’s cock—”
“No,” Christopher said. “Those two for me.”
Bash paused, then nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“Suppose I want one of those sluts?” Cleaner sneered. “The little blonde.”
Derby shifted his weight. The overhead light gleamed off his sweaty face.
“You can want who the fuck you want,” Christopher said. “You get the bitches I fuckin’letyou have.”
“Of course,” Bash’s jovial words interrupted whatever Cleaner might have said.
Christopher glanced at the Devils. Dez and the other four men were no more than thirty-five. The club didn’t take risks or get out of their comfort zone. They strove for neutrality, offering no benefit to anyone. It made them too weak to support the Dwellers and sitting ducks to clubs like the Scorpions.
“Dez, send your VP and RC out for food.” Christopher dug in his back pocket and got his wallet, pulling out five hundred-dollar bills. “Thanks for the job last week.”
Surprise marched across Dez’s face. Christopher swore if the motherfucker fucked up, he’d put him out of his goddamn misery.
“I expect my cut, Dez,” Derby inserted.
“O-o-okay,” Dez stuttered, his ruddy complexion reddening further. He handed each of his boys a hondo. “Heath, Otis, you’re on food duty.”
Once the two men left, Derby played host and got everyone drinks, then introduced each of the girls. Adette was the blue-eyed blonde, taller than Megan and nowhere near as beautiful but she’d do. Sadie was the brown-eyed redhead, shorter than Kendalland nowhere as beautiful but she’d fucking do.
The others were Bea, Ava, Violet, and Dot.
Bash finished his bottle of beer in three gulps. “Three presidents, a sergeant-at-arms, and an enforcer. I’m here with only myself, my enforcer—” he nodded to Cleaner— “and three regular members. I’m wondering if I should feel threatened, Outlaw.”
“Feel anymotherfuckingway you want,” Christopher said, sipping his beer. “You either a bitch-ass fuckbag if you don’t feel equal to other fuckin’ presidents withyourenforcer and Dez’s enforcer.”
Cleaner got to his feet and slid his hand into his cut.
Before the motherfucker moved, Christopher jumped up, piece in hand and aimed at Cleaner.
“I ain’t came here to spill no fuckin’ blood, son of Sharper fuckin’ Banks, but you workin’ on my last fuckin’ nerve with your bullshit. If Bash ain’t tellin’ you, letmy assclue you the fuck in. You disrespect a fuckin’ president, friend or foe, you disrespect the fuckin’ club. I got every fuckin’ right to kill you.”
“What makes you think you’ll get out alive?” Cleaner said, not denying that he was Sharper’s son. “Only Derby seems ready to back you up. Dez and his motherfuckers are about to piss themselves.”
Christopher pulled the trigger, hitting Cleaner in the shoulder, then shoving the barrel against Bash’s head. “You like fuckin’ livin’? Cuz I might not make it out the fuck alive, but Ima take you and fuckin’ Cleaner with me.”
“Cleaner, sit the fuck down and shut up,” Bash ordered on a swallow, his hands up.
“And he ain’t talkin’ about your fuckin’ moanin’.”
Hand on his shoulder, Cleaner dropped into the seat, pain etched on his face.
“Tell your motherfuckers to show their pieces, Bash,” Christopher said, jiggling his gun against Bash’s temple.
“Fuck you, Outlaw,” Cleaner said. “We’re not showing you a goddamn thing.”
