Page 231 of Restless
“Meggie know you killed her—”
Christopher heaved in a breath. Cleaner was poking, trying to get Christopher to lose his temper. He didn’t doubt if he pulled his piece again, Bash and his motherfuckers would, too.
“Megan know,” he said flatly. “Either you accept my terms so we can get the fuck out of here. Or don’t so we can get the fuck out of here.”
“I’m not ready to leave. I want pussy,” Cleaner said.
“We don’t fuck Black guys,” Dot said with disgust.
Christopher glanced over his shoulder. Dot was a tall, slender woman with pale skin, big blue eyes, and black hair. She also was glaring at Cleaner, her lip curled.
“You don’t want to be with me?” Cleaner asked, hurt pulling down his features.
He didn’t have dreads like Mort and Digger, but he had their height and a resemblance, though he favored Sharper with darker skin, darker eyes, and a cruel mouth.
Almost like Bash’s.
Christopher snapped his brow together, barely paying attention as Cleaner got to his feet and went to where Dot stood. But as he neared her, her shoulders straightened and she stood taller, thrusting her tits out. Something about Cleaner’s deliberate movements made Christopher stand.
He got halfway to the stage before the other girls screamed and Cleaner backed away just in time for Christopher to see the river of blood pouring from the slit in Dot’s throat and her body falling to the ground.
“What the fuck?” Derby yelled.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh—” Cleaner’s bullet to Kenny’s head stopped him mid-sentence.
“No!” Eugene screamed. A bullet hit his temple and he fell back.
“Fuck, asshole,” Bash yelled as everyone got up and pulled their weapons.
Christopher jerked his .22 from one pocket and his .9mm from the other, about to pull both triggers.
“Hold your fucking fire!” Bash cried, flailing his arms. “You want peace, Outlaw—”
“Fuck peace,” Christopher snarled. “Ain’t fuckin’ around with women killers.”
He was going to shoot Rule and Ryan. He wouldn’t kill them. Just fuck them up. For Johnnie, he’d rent a freezer at a meatpacking company and hang that motherfucker from his toes.
And Brooks?
Because of them, he…fuck!
He opened fire, shooting two of Bash’s motherfuckers.
“Christopher!” Bash screamed. “I accept your offer! We surrender! I accept your offer.”
“I want fuckin’ Cleaner, Bash.”
As white as a sheet, Bash heaved in a breath and shielded Cleaner.
“We surrender,” Bash said. “If Cleaner and me don’t return, do you really think your sons and nephew will be safe?”
Of course fucking not. That’s why he wanted to shoot Ryan, Rule, Ryder, and Ransom. Axel was only ten. He’d get his ass beat.
Christopher shot Bash’s other club member. “Now get the fuck out of my face before I change my fuckin’ mind,” he snarled.
Cleaner and Bash hurried out.
They had to clean up the fucking carnage, and he had to get the fuck home, knowing there was more fuckery to come.
