Page 79 of Relentles
“Axel, Ransom, and Ryder,” Bash said with venom. “That little motherfucker thinks he’s David with his goddamn slingshot. And Ryder had a fuckingarrow.”
The words shocked Johnnie so much, he almost released Megan. “What?”
How Bash knew this, he wasn’t sure.
“And Outlaw demanded I leave them the fuck alone. The world needs protection from them!” he yelled. “I’m sick of this shit, Johnnie. Bitches are expendable. Children are legacies. Even those three little fucking plagues. Bring your ass to Salt Lake. I’m moving to the next phase. No more fucking delays.”
The next phase?
No, no, and no! Just fuckingno!
“A hundred grand,” he said, desperation creeping into his voice. “Per month. Give me until April.” He wanted details onhis nephews’ crimes, but what he planned with Megan took on a new urgency.
“Fuck you. No. You’ve jerked me around enough. It’s time for my payment. Kendall because you’re astupid motherfucker. And Megan because that cunt stands between me and my fucking money.”
“Listen to me!” Johnnie snarled, ignoring Megan’s flash of curiosity. If she cared about him, she’d ask and he didn’t know how he’d answer. “Two hundred fifty a piece until April. I’ll have the first amount transferred the day after tomorrow.”
Bash huffed in annoyance. “Bring it personally.”
“I can’t get away until New Year’s Eve.” It would give him a few more days to heal.
“If you’re a fuckingdaylate, motherfucker, I’ll cut her fucking head off for being such a prissy little bitch.” He disconnected.
“Johnnie, are you all right?”
Megan’s voice penetrated Johnnie’s fear and shock. He took in her creased brow, her blue eyes, and her flawless skin. Even without makeup, she was gorgeous.
She’d been the bane of his fucking existence from the moment he laid eyes on her; a thorn in his goddamn side that he’d never fully extracted.
As much as he loved Kendall. And he did adore her.Shewas his woman, his wife, his world.
Megan was his cross to bear.
Whether he was obsessed with her or Christopher, he wasn’t sure. But Christopher was right, and it shamed Johnnie.
He’d had the college education, the charm, the suits, the car, the credit cards,everything. He’d straddled both worlds, the bad boy and the businessman, while Christopher was the fallen angel.
They’d adored tall women with big tits, bitchy attitude, long legs, and close to their age. Christopher resisted both Kiera and Hopper for years because he’d deemed them too young for him.
But then…her.
Megan.
The complete opposite of everything either he or Christopher liked in a woman.
Her.
Big Joe’s daughter. Snake’s sister.
K-P’s niece and Bailey’s cousin.
Fuck that intrusion.
Megan had gorgeous tits and curves for days. She was small, fragile-boned, and forgiving. For the sake of the club, she sheathed her claws, overlooking a lot on Christopher’s behalf.
“Johnnie, what do you want?”
Her voice seeped into his brain, drawing his attention to her face, wishing her sadness would go away.
