Page 129 of Relentles
“Get away from him,” Johnnie ordered.
Rory was staring at the woman’s chest and quarter-sized nipples. He hadn’t even thought to touch her. Unlike Ryan, who was busily sucking on his girl’s nipples.
“Only one way for her to leave him alone.” Bash drank beer. “She’s here to do a job. If she can’t perform, she dies.”
Ryan stood and the girl dropped to her knees, helping him open his fly and yanking out his cock.
No fucking way was Johnnie being a party to this. He was aware that Rory had gotten his cock sucked at the clubhouse, but he didn’t have to sit and fucking watch the nauseating spectacle.
“I don’t give a fuck how they go,” he warned. “You kill them. I kill them, but both these cuntswillget the fuck away from the boys.”
He waited, fully prepared to kill them.
At Ryan’s grunt, he unholstered his gun.
“Wait.” Bash met Johnnie’s gaze. “Go the fuck back to the bar, sluts.”
The motherfucker or Cleaner still might shoot them down. Surprisingly, neither of them did.
“Put your cock up, Ryan,” Bash ordered dryly.
Rory’s flushed cheeks and bright eyes reminded Johnnie of his own long-ago innocence. He should’ve cherished that simplicity.
After fastening his jeans, Ryan dropped into his seat. Bash handed him a beer, then lit a cigarette. “Blame Mr. Spoilsport for your blue balls, kid.”
“I have a long fucking drive back to Hortensia,” Johnnie growled. “Cut the bullshit and tell me why the fuck you summoned me and demanded I bring Rory and Ryan.”
“Rory is here because Ryan told me your cum squirt has uncovered the secrets of the world.”
“You’re a fucking asshole, Ryan,” Rory said irritably, forgetting the girl and his fear. “Just who the fuck are you loyal to?”
“It isn’tyou,” Ryan retorted. “CJ-loving, beta boy, cuck.”
“Fuck you. That fucking head visited you recently?”
Twin spots of color bloomed in Ryan’s cheeks.
“Shut the fuck up both of you,” Johnnie roared. He pointed to Ryan. “You’re a fucking Dweller son. Whatever goes on there stay there.”
“This isn’t Las Vegas,” Ryan spat.
“We’re still surrounded by deserts,” Rory said darkly. “Perfect to bury your miserable fucking body.”
“Youaremy nephew,” Bash chortled, grinning at Rory.
“Is that something I should be proud of?” Not waiting for Bash’s response, Rory took in Ryan again. “You’re going to get fucking killed. Uncle Christopher already beat the fuck out of you.”
Fuck’s sake. Johnnie hadn’t clued them in on his fucking strategy about keeping Bash in the dark about his gunshot.
“I didn’t tell Bash out of loyalty,” Ryan admitted.
Johnnie breathed a sigh of relief they’d gotten off the subject of injuries.
“I-I, uh…” He swallowed, looking at Bash with hesitation.
“Betrayed me.”
“No! I met with Bash and told him to back off.”
