Page 68 of True Bastard
Groaning, I leaned toward Morpheus. “FYI, I have never seen that one before in my life.”
Morpheus growled. “But I have.”
Slowly getting to his feet, the big guy snarled, “Unless you’ve come to tell me you have the information I need, get the fuck out of my club.”
The stranger simply smiled, ignoring the brothers’ leers as he walked over to our table and was about to introduce himself, holding out his hand toward me only to have Morpheus slap it away.
The stranger threw his head back and laughed. “She yours?”
“She’s ours.” Wanderer stepped up behind the man, flanked by Carver and Vortex.
The man took a deep breath, turned to Morpheus, and said, “I’m here for Bane.”
“No,” Morpheus huffed and walked away, yelling over his shoulder, “Kitten, follow me.”
Frowning, I sighed, getting up from my seat, following the mountain man into church, as did some of the brothers, along with the stranger. Morpheus stood behind a chair and pointed atme to sit in it. Doing so, I looked up at the man and asked, “Why am I needed for this?”
“You’re a Bastard.”
Rolling my eyes, I muttered, “Not a bastard. I had a mother and father.”
Morpheus said nothing as he sat, then pulled my chair close to his, resting his arm on the back of my chair as he ordered, “Go get the fucking bastard.”
Garrote and Heretic left the room as all eyes glared at the stranger, who looked bored. Shaking his head, he asked, “Does her uncle know that she’s here?”
“Uncle?” I frowned, looking from Morpheus to the stranger. “What uncle?” When Morpheus refused to answer, I looked back at the stranger and asked again, “What uncle?”
“This is a small world, Kitten. If you look past the shadows, you might just find a silver lining.”
“Does he always talk in riddles?” I snapped, refusing to look away from the man as Morpheus growled, “Yes,” before turning when Garrote and Heretic walked in, dragging a severely beaten and tortured man. I gasped when I realized who it was. It was the man I had seen a few weeks ago looking for his daughter. The man who gave himself up to protect her. Barely able to walk, the brothers dragged him over to a chair and shoved him into it. The man slumped over, unable to hold his own head up.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” the stranger seethed, shoving his chair back and jumping to his feet. “What the fuck did you do to him?”
“My brothers were bored,” Morpheus simply replied, as if he’d done nothing wrong. “My club. My rules.”
“He’s no good to me if he can’t walk.”
Morpheus chuckled. “Not my problem.”
“This isn’t funny, Morpheus.”
Morpheus leaned back in his chair and stared at the stranger. “Oh, I think it’s fucking hilarious, asshole. Your president did this. Not me. I’m only playing by the rules he enacted all those fucking years ago.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, the stranger sighed. “Alright, Morpheus. What’s it gonna take for me to leave with him?”
“You already know.”
Groaning, he pulled out a chair and sat again, shaking his head. “I can’t give you what I don’t know.”
“Well, someone knows.”
“You’re right about that.” He smirked as Morpheus stiffened. “And you let her go.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about that bitch you had in your grasp and let slip through your fingers. You want to know the truth, then you find her. Bane had nothing to do with that shit, and you fucking know it.”
“His father owes me a debt.”
