“Can you motherfuckers do something other than argue?” Bash asked, and punched the side of Brooks’s head, knocking him the fuck out.
“That’s ground for discharging our agreement,” Johnnie said. “Brooks is our attorney. We only get to knock him out.”
“You were taking too fucking long,” Bash said.
Christopher put his fingers in his mouth and whistled, shutting everyone the fuck up. “Bash, sit. Val, take that shit away.”
“I paid Potter for it. I’ll drink it,” he said, and walked back to the table.
“Mort, get in place. Diesel, keep your fuckin’ knife on standby. Johnnie, stay next to Kendall or go back to the fuckin’ table. Just shut the fuck up.” Christopher stepped back and nodded to Kendall. “Do what you do.”
“Before we commence, I have a few questions,” one of the monitor motherfuckers said.
Christopher felt like clicking him off or muting him.
Flipping open a folder and picking up her pen.” Kendall didn’t turn. “I’m listening.”
“Me, too,” Chip said. “Before the signing takes place.”
“I also have concerns,” another motherfucker said.
Bash jumped to his feet. “That isn’t part of the plan,” he started.
Kendall smiled at him. “Please don’t worry. If you can take your seat, I’ll handle this.”
He blew her a kiss. “I love you.”
“We don’t appreciate your disrespect, Bash,” yet another motherfucker on the monitors said. “Kendall is Johnnie’s wife and we expect you to remember that.”
Johnnie’s motherfuckers sitting in the bar was fucking silent, shell-shocked by the reality of Bash.
“Your regard is giving me the warm fuzzies,” Kendall said, “but it’s unnecessary. The time to protect me, Meggie, and the rest of us has come and gone.”
“We didn’t know Bash was like this.”
Bash frowned. Not that Christopher blamed him. He’d be insulted too by the scorn.
“How is he?” Kendall demanded. “Another side of the fucking coin ofyou?”
“You haven’t even turned around to see who you’re talking to.”
“I don’t intend to. You’re wasting my fucking time. The deal you all pushed for is done. This is just a formality to sign the fucking papers. I’ll thank you not to insult a fellow club president. That can be seen in an unsavory light.”
“He isn’t—”
“Careful,” she warned. “As the club’s attorney, I’m telling you to choose your words wisely.Youwouldn’t want to be responsible for the dealyouwanted to fall apart.”
“Brooks listens to us!”
“Motherfucker, do I look like Brooks? Unless you have pertinent questions, I’m not interested in hearing your regrets or your fucking concerns. If you want to know the particulars of a certain section of the agreement, or the payout amounts or dates, oranythingthat pertains to the fucking document in my goddamn hand—” She lifted the contract and waved it in the air— “I am happy to do so. Otherwise, my fucking time is more valuable than listening to complaints that I can do fuck-all about at this point.”
“Will you marry me, gorgeous?” Bash called.
Kendall tipped her head to the side and smiled at him. “I’m already taken.” She glanced over her shoulder,barely. “Anyone else or can I do my job?”
A groan emanated from the floor. Brooks struggled into a sitting position, then climbed onto a chair.
“Kendall—”
