Fucking ‘A’. The sooner the meeting began, the sooner he could get the fuck. Bash was oddly subdued. Cleaner was swiveling his head in all goddamn directions, a nosy motherfucker who needed his fucking eyes plucked out. Tio was still using crutches while the roughly twenty other motherfuckers either glared at Christopher and his brothers or looked like they wanted to be anywhere else.
That made a bunch of motherfuckers. However, this was a loose end that needed tying up before Bash headed back to Salt Lake City. Why that motherfucker decided to wait until two goddamn days before he left to tell Christopher, he didn’t know.Howfuckinever, that would be one less issue to worry about.
Christopher glanced at the clock, wondering where the fuck Diesel was. He told Christopher he had everything handled. His tardiness suggested otherwise.
“Hey, Outlaw?” Cleaner called, his taunting tone working on Christopher’s ass.
Instead of using his fucking air to answer a motherfucker he hated, he lifted his brow.
“We’d like a tour of the clubhouse.”
Christopher lit a cigarette, took a few drags to calm his fucking temper, and released the smoke, glowering at Cleaner.
Cleaner smiled. “Just saying.”
“Why don’t you fucking unsay it, bruh?” Digger gritted. “None of us in the mood for dumb shit. We here to see this through.”
“Outlaw?” a voice from one of the monitors called.
Chip, if Christopher guessed right. He refused to turn, because fuck him, too. Thanks to Kendall, a war had been averted, but 50.8% of these fuckheads intended to force Christopher to yield to Bash and the American Scorpions.
“Where are the cunts?” Bash asked. “I need my cock sucked. I’ve been wanting to meet those Bob sluts.”
“You ain’t,” Christopher said flatly. “I don’t trust your motherfuckin’ ass not to fuck up one of our girls.”
“In the spirit of the peace agreement you should call the broads—” one of the motherfuckers tuned in via the video feed began.
“I’d try my best not to kill one of your cunts,” Bash said, interrupting whichever of Johnnie’s fuckheads had spoken. He shrugged. “For peace, since it meant so much to Daddy. But most cunts are expendable. I can’t believe you’d get pissed if I slit the throat or shot one of those sluts. You’d get more.”
The absolute silence and the horror on the faces of the Dwellers who’d sided with Johnnie spoke fucking volumes. Those fuckheads were realizing Christopher hadn’t been fucking overstating the danger to Megan. Again,Kendallsaved the day, but it was left up toChristopherto keep this motherfucker in line.
“Fuck bitches,” Tio interjected, banging a crutch on the floor.
“Yeah!” the Scorpions chorused.
“We don’t hold many bitches in high regards,” Bash explained. “My little sister. Kendall. And Hopper.”
“What about the rest of our women?” another motherfucker in the virtual audience called. “What about Prez’s woman?”
“We’re at peace,” Bash said easily. “We won’t hurt your cunts, but all other sluts in the world are at our fucking mercy.”
“I’d kill any fucking cunt who refused to fuck me,” Cleaner declared. “I don’t give a fuck who it is.”
“You should,” Cash McCall said, looking and sounding like a yellow-bellied, lily-livered, horrified assfuck who’d just been introduced to the fucking world. “We don’t force women. And we especially protectourwomen.”
Cleaner laughed and smirked at Christopher. “That’s not what the fuck I heard.”
Finishing his cigarette, Christopher lowered his eyelids before he lost his fucking shit.
Mortician stepped closer to Christopher. “My fucking half-brother, huh?”
“A fuckhead just like motherfucking Sharper,” Christopher responded.
“My nerves fucking shot, Prez. I don’t know how much of this I can fucking take.”
“Where you been?”
A muscle ticked in Mort’s jaw and he glanced away. “Trying to save my marriage.”
