Page 11 of Remiss
“To get my rocks off,” Bash said with sarcasm, and rolled his eyes. “Why the fuck do you think?”
“To play with me!”
“You’re finally getting a fucking clue, though that’s not the reason.”
“You’re fucking confusing me.”
“Shocking.”
“Motherfucker—”
“I want you to expose the plant, the bitch I put in the club to fucking spy, and divert attention from Easton’s mission, fuckhead. Is that clear enough for you?”
“No, because you’re not telling me who the bitch is. There may not even be a bitch. It’s probably a motherfucker.”
“Perhaps, but I guarantee it’s also a cunt. Or two. Or three,” Bash swore. “She hates Meggie. She has orders to fuck with Meggie in every way possible. She has orders to get Meggie to a place where I can have my wicked way with her. Come in her pussy, her face, her ass, her mouth, on her tits. Choke her with my cock. Drown her,” he said thickly. “Plunge her in freezing water, yank her up, and douse her again.”
“It’s Tabitha.” She was the only one who wanted Megan to go to a secluded cabin.
Confusion knit Bash’s brows, and Johnnie saw that he’d never heard of Diesel’s wife, even before he said, “who?”
Bash couldn’t fake that level of perplexity.
“Never mind,” Johnnie said.
“It’s not whoever that is.”
“I’ll find her,” Johnnie swore, his heart hurting, wondering again how Bash had wrested control of the situation from him, when he’d had it at some point today. “Don’t hurt Megan.”
Bash’s smile was chillingly serene. “Not in my current plans, little brother. Don’t disappoint me.”
Swallowing, Johnnie glanced at Easton. “I’ll introduce you this week. Give me your phone number.”
“I have all your information, so I’ll give it to him,” Bash said calmly. “Meet with him tomorrow to finalize the plans.”
“Tomorrow is Sunday. How the fuck can I explain my absence to my wife? Fuck you.”
“The same way you explained it to that bitch today.”
“You’re a fucking asshole!”
“You don’t fucking learn, do you?”
“I learn very well, so what’s that supposed to mean?”
“A new mission for you.”
There was absolutely no fucking way Bash was roping Johnnie into fucking with Christopher any more than he was forcing him to do. But he was curious, so he lifted a brow.
Bash took the bait. “Someone wants to meet Cousin Mortician’s wife.”
It still blew Johnnie’s mind that Mortician and Digger were his and Christopher’s second cousins. Over the years, Johnnie and Mortician grew apart. Johnnie didn’t like how close Kendall was to the enforcer. Mortician had also replaced Johnnie as Christopher’s best friend. Sometimes it also felt as if Mort had more power than Johnnie, and the position of enforcer shouldn’t have given anyone officer status. Yet Mort had it because of how much Christopher admired, respected, and trusted him.
“When I give the word, bring Bailey to my clubhouse.”
“Are you fucking insane? Absolutely not! No. Fuck no.”
Bash smirked at Johnnie. “Methinks you’re afraid of Mort.”
