Page 128 of Relentles
Scorpion brothers sat at several tables, enjoying plates piled with sausages, eggs, potatoes, ham, and toast. Naked women were sprinkled amongst them. Not much conversation went on. It was mainly utensils scraping plates.
Bash whistled.
Obsessedby Mariah Carey piped in from hidden speakers. Johnnie’s gaze flew to Bash. He actually looked pleased with himself.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” Johnnie growled.
“That hurts so much, little brother.”
Johnnie glared at him.
“Have you fucked her?”
“What the fuck is the point of this bullshit?”
“You don’t need clarification, do you? Youareobsessed with Outlaw’s bitch.”
Ryan choked. Rory’s eyes widened.
Gripping the back of the wooden chair, Bash nodded. “When I heard her in your room, it finally made fucking sense why youdidn’trun to Outlaw.”
Anger burned in Johnnie. Bash rehashing this wouldn’t have been as galling if he’d been alone or with Brooks. Chances were high the attorney would’ve fainted by now.
Johnnie nodded to Rory and Ryan to sit. Rory followed his lead, pleasing him. Ryan remained standing.
Johnnie grabbed one of two beers from a bucket in the middle of the table.
Cleaner left his sentinel post and stalked to Johnnie.
“Get up.”
“Fuck you.”
“I don’t remember Bash giving you permission to sit.”
“I don’t remember asking the motherfucker permission to sit. I’m a guest. He’s exhibiting extremely poor hosting skills.”
Cleaner reached for him.
Johnnie sipped beer. “I fucking wouldn’t.”
“Don’t.”
At Bash’s one command, Cleaner stepped back.
“I fucking owe you.”
Bash waved the bartender over. Two girls walked from the other side of the bar, accepted the buckets of beer, and hurried to the table. They were both petite blondes. Neither compared to Megan.
Finally, Bash sat.
One of the girls smiled at him. He bared his teeth. The other girl went to Ryan as Bash slid a beer to him.
“Show some love to my nephew,” Bash said. He meant Rory.
Johnnie wanted to be anywhere but there. Bash was making a fucking mockery of him. He’d accused Christopher of being soft for the way he reacted to CJ’s circumstances at the Scorched Devils clubhouse, but he understood now.
The girl sat on Rory’s lap. Big titties, a small waist, voluptuous hips, juicy lips, and long hair could tempt almost anyone. A horny teenager didn’t stand a chance.
