Montana grumbled as he stormed over to Shadow and punched my brother in the face. Pointing his finger at him, he roared, “ENOUGH! I can only handle one asshole at a time. Behave!”
“I’m not a fucking dog, you son of a bitch,” Shadow snarled, and he shrugged off Ghost and Sandman as he lunged for Montana, only to have Kansas jump in front of him.
“Go walk it off, brother,” Kansas ordered, pointing at Monk and Angel to go with him.
“He goes near my sister, I’ll kill him!” he snapped as the two Diamondbacks shoved him out of the clubhouse.
Rounding on Slaughter, I seethed, “Just what in the ever-loving fuck were you thinking?”
Montana chuckled. “I know the answer.”
Kansas groaned, slapping his brother upside the back of his head. “Not the time, dipshit.”
I glared at fucknuts, who eventually held up his hands and walked back over to the attorney with Kansas slowly shaking his head as he followed his brother.
Giving Slaughter my full attention, I stared at the big man, waiting.
“I know this looks bad, Reaper,” he began. “You know me. Julie was my world. Ain’t no one ever gonna replace her. I don’t know how it happened. One minute we were talking, the next... well, shit happened.”
“He caught you fucking his sister!” I roared as several of the Diamondback brothers chuckled, and Ghost growled.
“Yeah, that’s a problem,” Slaughter admitted.
I growled, stepping close to the big fucker. Pointing my finger in his face, I sneered. “Stay the fuck away from Hope.”
“I can’t, Prez.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“’Cause I married her.”
Silence fell over the room as every eye turned to Slaughter, mouths agape, as the weight of his confession settled in the air. Even Montana, usually quick with a sarcastic jab, was momentarily stunned into speechlessness.
I blinked; certain I’d misheard him. A cold, hard knot twisted in my gut as I let his words sink in. Loud whistles from a few corners quickly died out, tension thickening the air. My hands curled into fists at my sides while I fought to keep my composure. But before I could even formulate a coherent response, Ghost roared, shoving me out of the way as he tackled Slaughter to the floor, beating the ever-loving shit out of him.
Leaving Slaughter to Ghost, I walked over to Montana and the others and groaned, “I’m getting too old for this shit.”
“Not easy wearing the crown, is it?” Montana chuckled. “Better you than me.”
I stared at the annoying fuck. “Says the man who caused most of the problems. Where are we with the pedophile?”
Kansas growled. “Pence isn’t a pedo.”
“Really?” I scoffed, glaring at the Montana look-alike. “Remind me again how old the girl was when he fucked her and got her pregnant?”
“Like I was trying to say,” the attorney piped up, looking a little nervous. I would be too if I was hired to defend a man who clearly screwed a young girl and got her pregnant while his wife waited at home for him. Then, to make shit ten times worse, said fucker was still currently paying the young girl to keep quiet. Shit did not look good for the current VP of the Diamondbacks. “Oklahoma law is very clear regarding this matter. Pence is looking at doing hard time for this. Right now, I’m trying to get a judge to grant bail until trial. If I can’t sway the judge, then Pence will stay behind bars.”
“I say let him rot,” Montana clipped as Malice and Sandman growled behind him. “Fucker clearly knew what he was doing and thought he wouldn’t get caught. And from what Shadow said, every time Pence showed up with payment, they fucked.”
“Fucknuts is right,” I said, holding up my hand, stopping Kansas from what he was about to say. “With everything going on, we need to clear this shit up fast. With Pence in jail and out of the way, he’s no longer a problem. I say let him rot.”
“He’s my VP,” Kansas growled. “And like everyone else in this fucked-up country, he is entitled to due process.”
“He’s entitled to a bullet in the head for fucking a minor,” Montana said stubbornly as Sandman and Malice both nodded in agreement.
“Where is the wife, Vivian, right?” I asked before Kansas clocked his brother again.
“Vivi.” He nodded. “She’s with my wife at the house. She’s a mess. Refuses to see him. Kali’s flown in a big-shot lawyer from New York to help Vivi expedite a divorce. Vivi wants nothing to do with him.”
