Page 10 of Remiss
“I think so. Bitches who went to his shows were much more enthralled by Easton Love.” A thoughtful expression crossedBash’s face. “We’ve recently gotten into videos.” He snickered. “Maybe you should record Megan and you fucking, Pounder.”
“I can’t say that name with a straight face,” Johnnie pushed out.
Bash shrugged. “Lucky you, you don’t have to say that fucking name. If you did, you’d say it with a straight face or piss me the fuck off.”
“If a motherfucker looks at Megan wrong, Christopher fucks them up,” Johnnie pointed out.
“Do you really think she’ll go for that right now, considering the bitch train she’s been riding lately?” Bash demanded.
Johnnie stiffened. “Your reports are very comprehensive, I see. I demand to know who it is.”
“The answer’s right in front of your fucking face, idiot,” Bash said.
“Are you implying it’s me?”
“Are youreallya motherfucking bitch? Did I not say it was a cunt?”
“Fair enough,” Johnnie said with a sigh.
“Are you gullible enough to believe everything I say, little brother?”
Glaring at Bash, Johnnie huffed. “Nyx is the only fucking person I can think of who dislikes Megan.”
“Then you’re not only a fucking idiot, but blind, too,” Bash responded. “I’ve heard Nyx isn’t a fucking club girl yet because Meggie won’t let her be. She hates Rebel and she sucks good cock. Especially Diesel’s.”
“Diesel’s betraying the club? That motherfucker!”
“No, asshole.” Bash released a growl. “Two plus two equals five to you, huh, Johnnie?”
“Any idiot knows that’s four!”
“You’re the exception,” Bash retorted.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“That you can’t see the fucking obvious,” Bash snapped. “Diesel would cut out that cunt’s tongue through her cheek, then slit her fucking throat.”
“I can’t think of anyone,” Johnnie confessed, drawing a blank outside of Nyx. “What color is her hair?”
“Hair.”
“What? Her hair color is hair?”
“In other words, any shade you want it to be until you figure out who it is.”
“When I do?”
Bash smiled and scratched his jaw. “Kill them.”
“What reason would I give?”
“What the fuck do you mean? They’re betraying the club. That’s reason enough.”
“But…what? I’m not following you. How could I say she’s betraying the club if I don’t know who’s betraying the club?”
Bash scrubbed a hand over his face. “Christopher failed you as his protégé. He should’ve just been honest and said a motherfucker with shit for brains can’t follow in his footsteps. It’s not a good look for him.”
“You’re just yanking my cock!” Johnnie fumed. “Why are you giving me hints about the bitch?”
