Page 31 of Remiss
He kicked Digger’s forearm, making sure the steel toe connected.
“By the fuckin’ way, you know that was my fuckin’ account, huh?”
He dragged him to his knees and punched him back to the ground, then yanked him up again and shook him before letting him drop in an unconscious, bleeding heap.
Christopher ignored the shock and fear on many of the younger members’ faces. They’d never witnessed one of his beatings. They’d heard stories. Rumors. Fucking gossip, but judging by the attitude of the past weeks, they hadn’t fucking believed it.
“Mortician?”
The enforcer looked sick,resigned. “Prez?”
“I want five million dollarstofuckinmorrow.” Megan wouldn’t accept it. Christopher would keep it safe for her.“I ain’t givin’ a good fuck if you keel the fuck over writin’ that motherfuckin’ check. Digger lost his motherfuckin’ mind, playin’ with my fuckin’ wife. Playin’ withme. And if you ain’t wantin’ me to cut this motherfucker head off, get him the fuck in line. I’m fuckin’ tired of repeatin’ that.”
It was a fucking personal matter that played out in front of the club. He couldn’t have motherfuckers thinking they could get away with the same bullshit.
“You fuckin’ lucky he stole from me and Megan personal account,” Christopher went on, still so fucking livid he could taste Digger’s blood and see his brain on the fucking floor. “If this was a club matter and I let him fuckin live, he’d be out bad. And if itwasa fuckin’ club matter,you’denforce our rules.And,if it was a club matter with someone other than Digger, Megan wouldn’t hold sway. Motherfuckers don’t think she worth protectin’, so I wouldn’t give a fuck if she asked me not to kill you.”
“Not us, Outlaw,” Narci cried. “We voted with you.”
When Johnnie arrived, so too did some of his fucking minions.
Christopher didn’t respond to Narci, but it warmed his heart to watch how greatly they’d fucked up dawn on Johnnie’s motherfuckers.
“Can I see to Digger, Prez?” Mortician asked.
Before Christopher answered, his phone began ringing. “Probably Megan.” He glanced at Digger. “I wonder if she’d care?” he asked no one in particular as he dug his phone out of his pocket.
Sloane Mason’s name flashed on his screen, and Christopher frowned. He walked to Stretch, since he wasn’t talking to Cash, who was Sloane’s brother-in-law, and handed the phone over.
“Talk to him, Stretch. Tell him Ima call him back.”
“Put it on speaker,” Cash ordered.
Stretch looked at Christopher, who nodded.
“Mortician,” Christopher started as Stretch answered with, “Outlaw will call you back, Sloane.”
“I was hoping he knew where our wives went,” Sloane said.
Christopher froze and stared at the phone in Stretch’s hand. “What the fuck you mean?Ourwives at the fuckin’ spa. I ain’t got a fuckin’ clue whereyourwoman at, Sloane.”
“Georgie is fucking gone, Outlaw. I found a note on the pillow, saying her and Brynn needed to get to Meggie and Rebel as soon as possible since they left you.”
“Megan left…the fuck you say!” Christopher snarled, digging in his pocket for his cell phone, then remembering he was talking to Sloane on that motherfucker. “My wife ain’t leavin’ me—”
“Is she there?” Sloane yelled. “Whatever is going on with you two, Georgie is taking her side! My wife and daughter are wherever—”
“Give me a second,” Stretch said, his voice a little shaky, setting the phone on the table.
“I’ll call the spa, Uncle Christopher,” Diesel said, standing and walking to the bar.
“I’m texting Mom,” CJ volunteered.
“Me, too,” Ransom said.
“I’ll text Ax,” Ryder said.
No one spoke in the minutes it took for Diesel to make the call and Stretch to check the trackers. Though Sloane hadn’t disconnected, he was silent. Christopher, meanwhile, could barely breathe and it felt as if his heart would pound out of his chest.
