Cursing, Christopher stormed out of the clubhouse.
“Christopher!” Meggie called and took off running.
Johnnie was a frigging idiot and Kendall was too fragile to think clearly. If Meggie okayed his murder with or without Kendall’s consent, Kendall would never live with herself when the dust settled.
Meggie herself didn’t care. Everyone would be so much better off with Johnnie dead.
She didn’t want Celia to die though.Christopherwould live with a lifetime of guilt if he later discovered his big sister’s innocence. Before he acted, he had to hear Celia’s side.
After so many weeks without Outlaw, Meggie hated to interfere. However, death couldn’t be rectified. If he killed her, he could never undo his mistake.
That was the only reason Meggie left Kendall and ran behind her husband, hopping on his bike right before he rode away. She didn’t even have her helmet. He was in such a rush, and so furious, he didn’t pause for her to get it from his saddlebag; he just sped off. Thankfully, the new Probate saw Christopher thundering toward him and had the presence of mind to open the gate.
Meggie clung to her husband, her hair flying, and regretting not telling CJ to call Celia. However, had she halted long enough to give him Celia’s phone number, she would’ve missed Christopher.
They arrived at Celia’s house quicker than expected.Christopher barely had the kickstand down before he dismounted.
“Stay the fuck here,” he told her, unholstering one of his guns.
“Christopher—”
He turned and stormed to the front door.
Meggie got off the bike and ran behind him.
“Christopher,stop!”
Instead, he kicked the door open.
Meggie just had enough time to knock his hand away and tell Celia to run before he fired. The report of the gun hurt her head and her ears, momentarily deafening her. She didn’t care. She placed herself in front of him, though he was so much taller than her that he could’ve shot above her head and not hit her.
“FUCK, Megan!” he roared. “Move!”
“At least hear Celia out. Please? Bash is probably gone.”
“I ain’t givin’ a good fuck.Shehere. I’m fuckin’ her up, then I’m findin’ that motherfucker.”
“Look at me, Christopher. Celia wouldn’t do this.”
“You know her so fuckin’ well that you sure of that?”
“No,” she said honestly. “I believed what she said, though. So did you.”
Breathing heavily, Christopher glared at her, but she was getting through to him and he was coming back to her.
“She just wants peace. Don’t do anything you’ll regret. You have to—”
“Christopher?”
At Johnnie’s call, Meggie froze. Had she seen his Navigator or his Harley outside? She couldn’t remember. She’d been so focused on stopping Christopher from what might be a monumental mistake, she’d barely seen in front of her. Now, that idiot revealed his presence and enraged Christopher all over again.
“Motherfuck you, Johnnie,” he roared, opening fire in the direction the voice came from.
Out of bullets, he shoved the gun back into his right holster and pulled his favorite, the Sig .9mm with the hollow point bullets, from his left side.
“Christopher, listen to me,” Meggie cried. “Someone can come and kill you. If Celia calls for backup, we’re dead. This is an attack.”
“Thisan attack?This? When that motherfucker attacked Mattie?”
