“I’ll bet you don’t do it right,” Johnnie grouched, sounding like a petulant child. “I still say she was mine to kill.”
“You heard her,” Diesel said. “Val knocked me the fuck out because I was coming to fuck her up.”
“Yeah, because Outlaw might’ve wanted to kill her himself,” Val said. “And, you, Diesel, went crazy for the wrong fucking reason.”
“Rebel’s my little sister.”
“Okay, fuckhead,” Val said. “It’s a fucking pity you didn’t kill that bitch as Rebel’s big brother.”
“I did, too!”
“Did not,” Val yelled.
“You can agree that I should’ve been the one to kill Charlotte, right, Val?” Johnnie asked.
Val nodded. “Yeah. If Outlaw was here, it would’ve been a toss-up.”
Johnnie nodded bleakly. “I can’t fucking believe Charlotte.”
“Kendall loves Aunt Meggie and Rebel,” Diesel said. “We yank Brooks in the meatshack, show him what that cunt wanted to do, andmake him tell Kendall he turned Charlotte over to us.”
“Kendall might not buy that,” Johnnie said. “Charlotte has led Brooks down more than one fucked up path and he’s always tried to protect her. FUCK! Why the fuck did this bitch betray my wife? She died too fucking easy. She needed to be disemboweled. Dismembered. Beheaded.”
“That means you giving her another fucking head,” Val said irritably. “It’s deheaded. The dictionary got it wrong.”
“Write to Merriam Webster,” Diesel said. “Otherwise, drop the argument.Wecan’t change the fucking definition.”
“Wecan say the right word,” Val said.
Johnnie brooded over Charlotte’s corpse, ignoring Val. Easton wasn’t sure how Bash felt about the exchange, but if he listened to a lot of what Val said, it was so easy to underestimate him. However, he was a chill dude and a loyal brother. Even when Easton was at the club as a spy, he saw that.
“We have to see if we can revive her,” Johnnie announced. “Let her recover, so I can kill her properly.”
“I thought the club didn’t kill women?” Easton managed to get out.
“There are special exceptions,” Diesel drawled. “You’ll learn.”
Johnnie lifted Charlotte. Half of her fucking face was missing. “Let’s patch her up.”
“Johnnie, you know that bitch fucking dead,” Val said in exasperation. “We can’t revive her so you can kill her again.”
Allowing the corpse to drop to the floor, Johnnie stormed to Diesel. “You had no fucking right.”
“Step the fuck back before I shoot the fuck out ofyou,” Diesel said.
“Diesel, you’re an arrogant fuckhead. You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Johnnie yelled, wild with bloodlust. No just fucking wild. He pounded his fist against his chest. “I’mthe Veep. You knew I was coming in here to kill this cunt. To avenge my wife. My children. I should fucking kill you for overstepping. Always the cock of the walk.”
“Johnnie, shut the fuck up,” Val warned. “The feed still live.”
“I don’t care!”
“Motherfucker, youshouldcare,” Diesel snapped.
“Why? Because you’re Christopher’s son?”
“No!” Val said. “Becausethatmotherfucker insane—” He pointed to Diesel— “and you fucking with him.”
“I fucking know Rebel didn’t fuck all the motherfuckers Charlotte named. Why can’t you give me the benefit of the doubt and believe me?”
