Bash signed. “If Kendall drafted it, then Iknowit’s fair.”
Outlaw smiled, then pinned his intense green gaze on Easton. “You got a finance degree?”
Easton nodded.
“Don’t offer my wife no fuckin’ advice or your fuckin’ services. Even if she fuckin’ ask. Underfuckinstand me?”
“Meggie—”
“Off limits to you. That’s the only fuckin’ time I’m repeatin’ that. You came to fuck her. You lucky I ain’t fuckin’youup.”
He was right, so Easton nodded curtly. “Fine. Can I at least talk to her?”
“If you compliment her, askheradvice, tell her your life story, or ask for water–any fuckin’ drink–I’m cuttin’ your fuckin’ tongue out and lettin’ you bleed to death.”
“Is ‘hello’ okay with you?”
Outlaw frowned. “If youdon’tgreet my wife, Ima fuck you up. That’s fuckin’ disrespect.”
“Greet Meggie. Noted,” Easton said blandly.
“Look, motherfucker, if you ain’t usin’ your fuckin’ brain, you ain’t needin’ that motherfucker. Greet Megan, Kendall, Zoann, Bunny, Ophelia, and Roxanne.” Outlaw glared at Easton. “I suppose they your fuckin’ aunts and I expect you to respect them. Except Roxanne. She like the grandma or some shit. Ask Megan…fuck,don’task her nothin’. That requires too much fuckin’ interaction. Now, if Celia there, greet her. Sometimes, Doc Will and Georgie Mason there. Greet them too.”
“You really are about family, aren’t you?” Bash asked.
“And my fuckin’ club, Bash. This not the outcome I expected. I thought I could kill you.”
Outlaw almost sounded disappointed.
Bash hooted with laughter.
“Shit change, assfuck. Instead of rippin’ you the fuck to pieces, I’m welcomin’ you and Easton to the fuckin’ family.” Outlaw looked at Easton again. “Imighthave a position open for you. I ain’t too sure yet. I gotta fuckin’ see how trustworthy you are.”
“What position do you have in mind for Easton?” Bash asked.
“Runnin’ Ridge Moore.”
Outlaw’s answer shocked the fuck out of Bash and Easton.
“Diesel had to fuck up the last principal cuz he was a motherfucker. I ain’t too fuckin’ sure where the fuck to put your fuckin’ ass so you’d get in on the family side of shit and not just the club side.”
“Is there a difference?” Easton asked.
“With Megan and her numbers,” Outlaw said. “Her tradin’ or whatever the fuck she does.”
“I’m family,” Bash inserted.
Outlaw ignored him. “It’s the administrative side of things, Easton. Unfortunately, you got to know how to handle kids. Unless I kill Johnnie, then you can head my pharmaceutical company if I approve of you.”
“Do these positions come with a salary?” Easton asked.
“No, fuckhead, Ima expect you to work for fuckin’ free,” Outlaw spat, briming with hostility. “What the fuck you think?”
“How much?” Easton wanted to know.
Outlaw and Diesel frowned at each other, then shrugged, throwing numbers back and forth.
“I think Marvey was gettin’ one hundred fifty Gs,” Outlaw announced. “Don’t fuckin’ quote me. It might’ve been two fifty.”
