Page 74 of Relentles
“Then what the fuck do you need me for?”
“I need you to make sure another firewall hasn’t been put into place. If there’s any type of software that might detect my location, disable it. I have a VPN, but I never know what these motherfuckers got.”
Thinking of Mortician made Ryan shiver. The enforcer didn’t put up with bullshit. Even when Ryan tried to stand up to him, the man hadn’t backed down. If Ryan fucked over Harley and Mortician found out…
“Willard, take my advice,do notfuck with Harley.” He already knew the plan was to have her strip anddo thingswhile she was being recorded. Whether it was Bash, Willard, or Big Wally’s idea, Ryan didn’t know. It was just fucked up all around.
“Don’t ruin the fun, Ry,” Wally said, his eyes lighting up. “Willy said I can get to watch whatever he makes her do.”
Ryan scrubbed a hand over his face. “She’s a minor.You’realready eighteen, Willard. Dude, I’mtellingyou they will fuck you up.Gruesomely.”
Bash had told him several stories, although it mostly pertained to Cee Cee, Big Joe, K-P, Logan, Sharper, and Rack,shit like that didn’t just go the fuck away. Their legacy was the men who ran the club. Their legacy was Outlaw’s fearsome reputation.
“You don’t think I’m your friend, Willard?” Ryan asked, trying to reason with the dickhead. “I am. Otherwise, I wouldn’t try to save your fucking life. Don’t do this.”
“I’m doing it and you’re helping me to make sure everything’s in place or I’m telling them you removed the firewall from her computer in the first fucking place.”
Ryan gritted his teeth. His mother would fucking stomp him, then turn his beaten body over to Outlaw, who’d shoot him but leave him alive so Mortician could finish him off.
“Fuck, fine!” he growled.
“Ry, do you want to watch a movie at out house?” Wally asked, a little puppy lapping at his fucking feet.
“No, I don’t want to watch a movie at your fucking house.” He didn’t want to doanythingat that motherfucker. Not with their mother lurking, waiting to force herself on him.
Willard smirked. “I think you do.”
“You either want me to get my pops’ computer and check Harley’s firewall or you want me to fuck your mama, Bart. Make up your fucking mind because I’m not doing both.”
Wally’s eyes widened.
“You fucking prick,” Willard snarled.
“So sorry. Was your little brother not supposed to know your old man watched while I fucked her?”
“You’re a fucking pussy ass bitch. Not fit to be one of our soldiers to take down that joke of a fucking club.”
Ryan wasn’t sure if he still wanted to take down the club just to get to CJ. There were other ways of burying that arrogant motherfucker without risking Zoann. And Val, too, since she loved the motherfucker.
“I wasn’t there to watch!” Wally sobbed.
Sure he wasn’t hearing correctly, Ryan blinked. “You’re upset because you didn’t see your mama…my cock in…” Fuck, he couldn’t even finish it.
Being tied up and forced was the single worse experience of his fucking life. Even if she’d been a hot girl, they hadn’t given him a choice. Fuck, they hadn’t even given him a fucking chance to get away. Now, this motherfucker was wailing because he hadn’t seen that fucking spectacle.
“Do the VPN,” Willard said, irritation harshening the words. “I’ll tell Pa you don’t want Ryan in her pussy. Okay, Wally?”
Swiping his arm across the snot, Wally nodded. “Okay, Willy.”
Jesus Christ…
Swallowing, he remembered Rule’s warning not to take the Lord’s name in vain.
Er…goddamn…
Still blasphemy.
Um…fuck. Much better. Rule wouldn’t dismember him while sending up Alleluias.
