“I’ll call you when breakfast is ready,” Meggie said, and guided her daughter out of her bedroom.
Christopher wasn’t sure what he expected when he walked into the club. Maybe motherfuckers still partying with the Bobs, drinks flowing and pool and poker going on. Maybe an orgy wrapping up, evidence of a cake fight, chunks of vomit, maybe droplets of blood from a random fight.
He was right about the bitches. Tauriel, Tennysee, Heidi, Yarrow, Kearney, Cara, and Cricket were there, half-dressed.
What the fuck he didn’t expect was motherfucking Diesel at the motherfucking bar with motherfucking red fucking eyes that needed to be plucked the fuck out of his stupid fucking head.
He didn’t expect Narci to see Christopher walking in and his sly expression change into yellow-bellied motherfuckery while Torrin gulped, looking a little like spoiled fucking meat. And Christopher certainly didn’t expect motherfuckingJanato stumble into the main room, still half high and fucking naked.
If that wasn’t fuckery enough, that motherfucking entrance door opening took the goddamn cake: Kaia guiding Fia into the clubhouse with that cunt snuggled close to him.
“I can explain,” Kaia said the moment his eyes fell on Christopher.
The sound of his voice must’ve drawn Fia back to fucking earth because she squeaked.
“What the fuck you wanna explain?” Christopher demanded. “Why that cunt hangin’ on you or why the fuck you still dressed like a fuckin’ asshole?”
“I like Kaia’s suit,” Jana muttered. “He wears it well.”
Diesel glanced at Jana, then turned to Kaia and threw him a hateful look, not giving a fuck that his fiancée was showing her pussy to everyone there. Luckily, it was only a few motherfuckers.
“Get the fuck back where the fuck you came from, Jana, and cover your cunt,” he snarled. She was the easiest to deal with.
Much like Fia, Jana squeaked. Christopher didn’t give a fuck.
“Go!Now!”
Bursting into tears, she turned and ran back the way she came.
One bitch down, another one to go. He crooked his finger at Fia. “C’mere.”
“It isn’t…Fia didn’t do anything, Outlaw,” Kaia said uneasily, planting himself in front of her.
Christopher drew his gun from his side and pointed it at Kaia. “If I gotta fuck you up to fuckherup, I fuckin’ will, so I suggest you shut the fuck up.
“I’m sorry, Outlaw!” Fia sobbed from behind Kaia.
“No, cunt, you fuckin’ not. I’m fuckin’ sick of you always adjacent to bullshit that got to do with my wife and daughter. You the most death wishy bitch that somehow escape fuckin’ death, I ever fuckin’ met.”
“Listen to me for one moment,” Kaia said, a motherfucker without the sense of a fucking turtle.
“Get the fuck to the fuckin’ house, Kaia,” Christopher ordered. “Ima deal with your fuckin’ ass later.”
“Don’t hurt Fia—”
“I ain’t hurtin’ that bitch,” Christopher barked. “Ima fuckin’ kill her. Cuz, see, I’m sick to death of her bullshit. You fucked her? Good for you and your cock, but that bitch don’t like Rebel. And,you, motherfucker, gave her ammunition to use against my girl. Fuck youand fuck Fia. Before she hurt Rebel, she fuckin’ dyin’.”
“Please!” Fia screamed, falling to her knees and crawling from behind Kaia, putting herself within firing range. “Please, please! I swear I won’t tell Rebel. Please, I swear. I don’t want to die. Please.”
Christopher had his license to kill, but he wasn’t sure if Megan really wanted him to kill cunts, even stupid ones that didn’t have a fucking brain anyway. He’d have to ask her. He slid his gun back in his holster. “This my final fuckin’ warnin’ toallyou cunts. Fuck with Rebel or Megan, and I’m killin’ you.”
Megan wouldn’t care if Fia was actively fucking with one of them, but this? Where Rebel might not ever find out? She might still have a problem with him killing them. On the fucking flipside, she didn’t give a fuck that he shot the fuck out of Nyx. Her only problem was he’d done it in front of Ransom.
Nope, who the fuck was he kidding? Megan wanted most of these cunts dead, but especially Fia. Christopher’s problem washestill didn’t want her to be so bloodthirsty. That decided him.
“Fia, don’t make me fuckin’ regretnotkillin’ you,” Christopher warned. “Get the fuck up and get the fuck outta here.”
She stumbled to her feet, her sobs working on his goddamn nerves. Kaia reached for her buthalted at Christopher’s growl. She turned and ran out.
