Page 15 of Relentles
“Bash,” Christopher said coldly. “Sebastian Caldwell, Jr. Motherfuckin’ Cee Cee’s son. My motherfuckin’ half-brother. The motherfucker I allowed to walk the fuck out of a meetin’ cuz of you two motherfuckers,” he roared, pointing to Ryan and Rule, his eyes wild. “The president of the American Scorpions. The motherfucker who fucked with my fuckin’ wife a fuckin’dayafter I allowed him to live. The motherfucker that my sonstabbed to save my fuckin’ nephew.” The more he spoke, the angrier he became until he was like a rabid dog.
Johnnie and Cash exchanged glances. Cash shifted while Johnnie pulled at his collar, suddenly so overheated, he thoughthe’dfaint at any moment.
“Mort? Digger?” Christopher called into the silence, his voice resembling a spawn from hell.
“Yeah, Prez?” Mort said calmly.
Digger, though, pressed his lips together. He’d been talking shit about Megan.
Christopher’s immersion in Megan’s recovery saved Digger from exposing his resentment.
“You heard me, assfuck?” Christopher roared, staring at Digger.
“Yeah, Outlaw.” Digger pasted a smile on his face. “I, uh, I, uh, I-I was j-just wondering how you would explain fucking up one of Meggie’s sons to her? Er, f-f-for that matter, she not going to be too please about Ryan, either. He her nephew.”
“That shit between me and Megan.Youshut the fuck up,” Christopher announced.
“But—”
“Shut it, son,” Mortician warned. “What you need from us, Prez?”
“You know a motherfucker named Cleaner?”
“Shouldwe know a motherfucker named Cleaner?” Mortician asked.
“He’s a Scorp,” Christopher answered. “Ain’t too sure, since Riley and his bitch on vacation until the 8thof January, but just by lookin’ at that motherfucker yesterday, he either your fuckin’ brother or a fuckin’ cousin.”
“If he a brother, we have to fuck him up,” Digger said. “We went through too much bullshit to probate Sharper’s estate to have another motherfucker who might got a right to a share.”
Johnnie was so fucked. Somehow, he needed to stop this trainwreck and divert Christopher’s attention before that speeding locomotive made a stop at Johnnie’s station.
Megan was on the mend. Unless another curveball slammed into them, Christopher’s brain would start focusing on club business again.
Jesus.
He’d figured out the truth after seeing Cleaneronefucking time.
“There are a lot of people who resemble, Christopher,” Johnnie called, infusing as much indignation and derision in his tone as possible. “Without a DNA test, you can’t definitively know—”
“I got fuckin’ eyes, motherfucker,” Christopher snarled. “But if I was you, I’d shut the fuck up.”
Johnnie forced himself to his feet. “Make me.”
Without hesitation, Christopher picked up his gun andfired, hitting Johnnie’s shoulder. He dropped back into his seat. Dazed, he watched as Christopher aimed for his head.
“Dad!”
Rory’s simultaneous scream and standing from his seat saved Johnnie’s life.
“Don’t fuckin’ move, Rory,” Christopher ordered, lowering the gun.
“But Uncle Christopher—”
“Ain’t toleratin’ disrespect or fuckin’ traitors.”
Sobbing, Rory returned to his seat next to CJ.
Through a haze of pain, Johnnie saw CJ put an arm around Rory’s shoulder and talk to him. He could only place a hand over his wound.
