“Look out for me outside this fucking room.” Bash nodded to the door. “Get the fuck out. I need to talk to my kid.”
Glowering at Easton, Cleaner stood and stalked out.
“That sent a bee up his asshole.” Snickering, Bash took the seat Cleaner vacated. “How are you, Eastie?”
Bash and his fucking nicknames.
Easton let it go and shrugged. “Still in a lot of pain.”
“And up here?” Bash tapped his temple. “Straightened shit out in your fucking head?”
“If you mean me sleeping with Molly, I’ve had other shit on my mind. Like healing. When I’m better, I’m sure—”
“You’ll let that shit go. You achieved what the fuck you set out to do. She’s free,” he said, sing-song. “She’s back in Dweller hands.”
Easton hadn’t known that. No one would tell him. This was the first day they’d really scaled back on his pain meds, even though they’d forced him out of bed the day after he awakened. “I’m glad. I can die happy.”
Leaning forward, Bash rested his elbows on his knees. “Who the fuck shot you?”
“Excuse me?”
“Think long and fucking hard before you fucking lie to me, boy.”
Telling the truth wasn’t a fucking option. If Cleaner escaped Bash’s wrath, that motherfucker would hunt Easton for exposing him. Cleaner’s friends at the clubhouse would torture Easton. On the other hand, Wally, Jr. only had his sons in his corner. It was better to take on three, rather than half the fucking club.
“Wally, Jr.”
Bash stared at him, then a small smile tipped his lips. “Same fucking thing Cleaner said. Just wanted you to confirm it.”
Easton cleared his throat. “Glad I could be of help.”
“Don’t really believe either of you motherfuckers, but I’m a fair man and Cleaner’s family. Daddy took him when he was eight and I was twenty. I won’t just fuck him up unless I got a reason. Daddy thought of him as another son, so that would be a betrayal if I shot the fuck out of him on suspicion alone.”
Not knowing how to respond, Easton remained silent.
When the jingle of spurs reached his ears, he realized Bash wasn’t wearing any. A moment later, Outlaw walked in, followed by Diesel and a handsome, well-dressed man that Easton didn’t recognize.
Panic flashed across Bash’s face, but he pasted a smile on his face and stood.
“I’m touched that you brought a little crowd to visit my kid, brother,” he said.
Had Bash snorted coke? He’d just fucking admitted—
“Ain’t rippin’ your fuckin’ head off, Easton,” Outlaw snapped. “You look fuckin’ sick cuz you know you fuckin’ played me.”
“I can explain—”
Bash smacked his head. “Don’t offer explanations to a motherfucker, especially if he didn’t fucking ask for it, fuckhead.”
“I know, but—”
“Ain’t nothin’ a fuckin’ explanation’ll do except piss me the fuck off, so I suggest you listen to your old man and snap your trap the fuck up.”
Trap duly snapped.
“This is Cox.” Outlaw nodded to the man who’d been standing next to Diesel. “Hospital staff and a liaison between the Dwellers and the hospital suits.”
“No shit?” Bash sounded truly awed.
