“Where’s Christopher?”
Digger and Cash widened their eyes and looked at each other.
“Bruh, you thinkwe’dbe sitting in this motherfucker if Outlaw was around?” Digger demanded. “I’d prefer to kick it with Satan then to ever cross swords with Prez again. And I definitely won’t even think about being around him until I can at leasttryto fucking run away.”
Swallowing, Cash nodded, then moaned. “What Digger said,” he pushed out, mimicking Digger’s words.
“Onlyyou, Johnnie,don’t have the sense of a fucking leaf,” Digger told him. “You constantly fuck with Outlaw. Now, you a seven-finger motherfucker. Next, you going to be a one lip fuckhead. One ear. One eye. One knee. One nut. Piece by piece until nothing left to your dumb ass.”
Digger was right, and a sick feeling rose inside Johnnie. Instead of showing fear or weakness, he scowled. “I don’t appreciate your fucking tone of voice.”
“I don’t give a fuckwhatyou fucking appreciate. It’s ‘cause of you, me and Cash so fucked up.”
“Oh, I like that. I didn’t make you—”
“You fucked with Meggie,” Cash said. “If she’d been here, Outlaw wouldn’t have went ham on us, fuckhead.”
“She was still in town when he shot my fucking fingers off,” Johnnie barked.
“Was she at this motherfucker?” Digger yelled. “She didn’t want to be around Prez becauseyoufucked with her, which fucked with their marriage. You’d still be a ten-finger motherfucker if Meggie and Prez had been straight.”
“You stole from her, asshole,” Johnnie sneered. “I didn’t make you do that. You did it because you’re a stupid motherfucker who don’t know how to handle fucking money.”
Sunshine streamed inside as the door opened and Roxanne rushed in. She stopped midway to the table and looked frantically around as if she saw nothing and no one.
“You look like you seen a ghost, Roxanne,” Digger called, snickering.
Instead of a comeback, she stumbled toward them.
Seeing the tears in her eyes, Digger lost his smile. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Where’s Mortician or Outlaw?” she asked.
“Not here,” Johnnie said slowly.
She closed her eyes, then opened them and pinned her watery, light brown gaze on Johnnie. “I need your gun.”
Johnnie got to his feet and settled his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her. He halfway expected her to shove him away. She didn’t. “Talk to me.”
“H-Harley texted me. Ned punched her,” she rambled.
“Who?”
Ignoring Digger’s question or too shaken up to process it, she continued. “I can’t find her. I’ve been calling and it keeps going to voicemail. I went to the school and Marvey said she left without permission. I can’t find…” She hugged him and a little sob escaped her. “If anything’s happened to Harley…”
Ignoring his guilt over his instruction to Marvey, Johnnie took Roxanne’s face between his hands. “Listen to me—”
She shook her head. “Where is everybody, Johnnie? It’s too silent. Something terrible must’ve happened. Is Harley alive or has N-Ned kidnapped her?”
Johnnie guided her to the seat he’d just vacated. “I’m going to make some calls—”
The door opened again and CJ walked to the table.
“We saw your SUV, Lolly,” he said, side-eying Johnnie with dislike. “Harley’s in the car.”
Roxanne released a sobby breath and jumped to her feet. CJ didn’t move out of her path. Nor did he stop glaring at Johnnie.
“You have something to say to me, nephew?”
