Bash discarded another cigarette. “I think you mean cut out, Lottie.”
“Is there a difference, Mr. Bash?”
“Cutoffs are fucking shorts,” Cleaner told her.
Charlotte’s lips tightened. “I don’t remember asking you.”
“I decided to answer you,” Cleaner said coldly. “Thank me and move on.”
Ignoring Cleaner, she focused on Bash and shivered delicately. “Do you know Rebel is also sleeping with Grant Harrington, three bikers, including that young Black,andKia.”
“Kaia?” The hatred stirring in Cleaner’s eyes didn’t surprise Easton. Cleaner wasverysensitive about certain matters, and Charlotte’s references to Bishop understandably pissed him off. Easton pasted on a smile. “Bishop is a biker. Kaia isn’t.”
“Whatever his name is,” Charlotte spat. “As a matter of fact, do you do 2-for-1 deals, Mr. Bash?”
Bash lifted a brow. “Kaia and Meggie?”
“Rebeland Meggie.”
A growl interrupted that brief moment of silence, startling Charlotte.
“I thought we were alone,” she said as a thud reached them.
Bash nodded to Cleaner. “Close the fucking door. Next time turn the TV off, asshole.”
Charlotte glanced around. “I-I haven’t heard a TV…are you sure we’re alone, Mr. Bash?”
“Positive,” Bash said, his growing agitation very clear.
Cleaner returned to his seat and grabbed another beer. “A new program must’ve started. By all means, continue. We’re all in need of money.”
Hesitating for a fucking second because she had zero survival instincts, Charlotte took Cleaner’s advice and opened her fucking mouth again. “Once that little two-bit hussy is dead, her evil spawn will run to my darling Kendall. She’s such a loving girl. She’d console Rebel out of blind loyalty. Rebel has the same morals asher mother. Zero. Meggie is a little slut with zero moral compass. I’m sure Rebel would try to seduce Mr. Donovan because she’sherdaughter. Those types of women are insatiable.”
“Rebel isn’t a woman,” Easton said.
“They start early with their filthy ways. She’s just a Bathsheba. So’s her mother.” Charlotte thought for a moment. “So’s Matilda.”
Bash stiffened. “Kendall’s girl?”
“Influenced by Rebel. Just as Rory is with Outlaw’s clone, CJ. Kendall would be so much better off without any of Mr. Donovan’s progeny. Pity those biker people didn’t do her a favor and kill Matilda.” She sniffed. “Disgraceful. I will liquidate my assets if you add Matilda—all of Kendall’s kids—along with CJ so Outlaw can feel the pain threefold that he put my family through when he killed Kyler—”
“For such a classy cunt, you certainly are vengeful,” Bash told her, his pale green eyes cold and unforgiving.
The door opened and Johnnie walked in.
“Johnnie—” Bash gritted.
Charlotte blinked, then pasted a smile on her face and got to her feet. “Good evening, Mr. Donovan. What are the chances of meeting you here?”
Johnnie stared at Charlotte.
Standing, Bash squinted. “John Boy?”
For the first time, Easton saw something more than a man who jumped to Bash’s bidding. More than a coward. Before him was acold-blooded killer, a man with dead eyes and no humanity.
“Er…” Charlotte grabbed her handbag from where it lay on the table. “Brooks is probably overcome with worry—”
“You really want my kids dead?” Johnnie growled.
