Meggie rocked on her heels, throwing Christopher a dirty look.
“So you don’t trust her?”
“Shut the fuck up, assfuck. I trust my fuckin’ wife. I don’t trustthatmotherfucker.”
“It doesn’t matter whathedoes, fuckhead,” Bash argued. “As long as she doesn’t open her pussy, why the fuck are you so worried?”
“That’s not the only fuckin’ reason,” Christopher growled. “You plantin’ him—”
“I’m not. Which brings me to my next offer to make amends for what Wally has done.”
“Ain’t nothin’ you can fuckin’ offer exceptthatmotherfucker.”
“Suppose I told you someone visited my club and offered your wife if it meant saving her husband?”
About the only person Meggie could think of was Charlotte Redding. It was hard to believe she’d risk herselfandBrooks by betraying Christopher.
“I can’t think of anyone,” Johnnie said.
Christopher ignored him, staring at Bash, and shaking his head. “I know you ain’t fuckin’ tellin’ me that fuckin’ cunt offered my fuckin’ wife to save Brooks. That bitch not that fuckin’ stupid.”
“Charlotte?” Johnnie said around a gasp.
Bash nodded. “The one and only.”
“Kendall loves her,” Johnnie said. “And Charlotte has come a long way.”
“How about I invite her over one day next week?” Celia suggested. “I can record the meeting.”
“Or I can stay in town and invite her over myself,” Bash suggested. “Wewillrecord the meeting, but Johnnie can be in the next room, listening in real time.”
“Why Johnnie and not me?” Christopher asked.
“That cunt came tomyclub,” Bash said. “So it’s my justice. Besides, how much amends would I make with a half ass job? It’s been a long time since I fucked such an old cunt—”
Meggie recoiled.
“Fuck you. You not forcin’ yourself on that bitch. You wanna kill her as a peace offerin’? You keepin’ your cock to yourself.”
“Fine.” Bash held out his hand. “Is it a deal?”
Christopher accepted the hand and nodded. “Deal.”
Pacing in the hallway, Ryan couldn’t stop looking at his watch, waiting for CJ’s arrival. He’d invited Grant and Rory as well. He wasn’t sure if it was for backup if CJ crashed out or if it was because Ryan hoped they’d ban together and help Harley. Four heads being better than one and all that bullshit. CJ, Rory, and Grant all left Ryan on read, so he didn’t know who would come, especially since that fuckhead had attacked Mattie.
Thatotherfuckhead that competed with Nardo for top spot.
Wally, Jr. had lost his fucking mind. He wanted to get all of them fucking killed. Of course that little twat would lie in wait for one of the girls since his bovine son had gotten his ass beat there. Ryan couldn’t think of any other reason for Wally, Jr. to have chosen that particular spot. He’d even go out on a limb and say he’d wanted to grab Rebel.
Ryan had also opened his fucking mouth about what happened to Willard at Rebel’s hands, describing every little detail, including the exact location that she’d beat that motherfucker’s ass.
Jesus Christ, he was so fucking dead. Deader than Marvey. Dead, dead, dead. What the fuck had he been thinking? Why had he trusted those motherfuckers?
Now that Molly was back, those questions were easy to ask but just as hard to answer. If he hadn’t cooperated, theymight’ve killed her. He could argue he hadn’t wanted to risk her life. However, that would fall flat because of Rebel and Mattie’s attacks. He knew they were violent and dangerous, especially toward women and girls. If they’d wanted Molly dead, they would’ve killed her, no matter what Ryan did.
He covered his face. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
A voice cleared and Ryan spun around. Devon stood at the end of the hallway, near the staircase. Ryan had called a ride share service when him and his brother left Turn Creek Bridge. Mattie had been so frightened and pitiful, and he hadn’t been able to stick around and witness what some of his fuckery had led to. He’d already been at a loss on how to help Harley. After they left Ridge Moore and went to their hangout on the bridge, she’d sat on the ground and cried, her pretty face battered and bruised. He hadn’t known what to do, so he’d sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulder.
