Page 228 of Restless
“If your club’s in Salt Lake City, why the fuck you movin’ in on the Devils?” Christopher asked, mentally flipping a coin to see if he’d relieve Dez of his tongue or brain first.
Tails.
Fuck, it was the tongue.
“The Devils are a small outfit that bothers no one,” Derby said, inserting himself deeper. “They are in our region, Bash. Yet, you’ve killed two of their members. Do you want our territory?”
Christopher leaned forward. “Or do you just want my fuckin’ attention?”
“The last thing I want is your attention, Outlaw,” Bash said calmly.
“Fuck you,” Christopher barked, losing his patience. A little over three hours separated him and Megan. He needed to hit the road to see her and make sure she was fine. “If you ain’t wantin’ my fuckin’ attention, why the fuck you was stranglin’ my fuckin’ nephew?”
The second time Bash displayed a combination of shock and fear.
“You aftersomething, assfuck, and I’m involved some fuckin’ kinda way.” Christopher slammed his fist on the table. Bottles slid into each other, but none toppled. “If my boy ain’t fuckin’ stabbed you and knocked you the fuck out, you woulda killed my nephew.” As well as Rule. “Ain’t no motherfucker afraid of me if he fuckin’ stalkin’ my fuckin’ family. That’s the quickest fuckin’ way to get you hurt and brought to the meatshack to be dissected.”
Dez, Derby, Otis, and Kenny shifted uneasily.
Bash leaned back in his seat and studied Christopher. “I met you when you were a baby. The last time I was face-to-face with you, you were about four and I was twelve.”
“You coulda been face-to-face with me last fuckin’ night. Ain’t changin’ my position.”
Bash’s mouth turned down. “You don’t miss a beat, do you? Most motherfuckers would’ve been shocked to hear of meetings years ago with their brothers.”
“Ain’t most motherfuckers, Bash.”
“I’ve always heard you were devoted to your bitch,” Bash said, flipping the script, still trying to throw Christopher off-kilter. “I wonder how she’d feel if she knew you intend to fuck Adette and Sadie.”
“Betrayed,” Cleaner said, laughing.
Christopher had given them the ammunition, but he’d needed some of his own. “Megan Big Joe girl,” he said casually, deciding to address the fucking bed he’d made for himself.
Distaste marred Bash’s face and anger lit his eyes.
Christopher pulled up a photo of Megan on his phone. She wore a short red leather dress with red stilettos, showing so much of her beautiful skin that his cock hardened.
He was committing so many egregious offenses against her today. He held the picture in front of Bash’s face. When he laid his phone on the table, the combination of lust and hate lighting Bash’s eyes startled Christopher. Lust he’d expected and he’d seen the anger when he looked at Adette. But fuckinghate?
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Another reason I called the meeting was to tell you all contact with Ryan endstofuckingday. Same with my boy. Rule was defendin’ his cousin.”
“He stabbed me and gave me a fucking concussion.”
“It fuckin’ ends tofuckinday,” Christopher reiterated. “You got beef with my boy? Take it up with me. If you wanna retaliate, stab my fuckin’ ass?”
“What?”
“The exact fuckin’ spot Rule stabbedyou, motherfucker. If you go deeper or fuck me up, your entire fuckin’ club fucked. Whether you motherfuckers picked off one-by-one or fucked up together, it will fuckin’ go.”
“They’d have to find us first,” Cleaner said, still not fucking passed out.
Fuck, Christopher should’ve used his other gun.
“Wouldn’t be fuckin’ hard,” Christopher said with a shrug. He knew it was in Salt Lake City. That was enough.
“Dead men can’t talk,” the motherfucker said. “You think we’d let these motherfuckers walk out alive? Or the bitches?”
“First of fuckin’ all, I ain’t knowin’ exactly where the fuck your club atnow, Cleaner. Second of fuckin’ all, other motherfuckers know the location. Ryan. Johnnie. Brooks. You opened your fuckin’ mouth and said those last two motherfuckers visited you at your fuckin’ club.”
