She lifted up on an elbow and touched her lips to his before asking, “Isn’t he dead?”
“That’s what the fuck motherfuckers reportin’. I just don’t fuckin’ believe it. I ain’t ever fuckin’ believin’ it.”
Sharper’s death in a hotel accident was just too fucking anticlimactic to stomach.
“Christy, I’m sorry I took so long,” Zoann cried, rushing into the room without warning.
“Fuck it, Bitsy,” Christopher responded, turning his head toward her. “I got fucked up more than a fuckin’ hour ago. This shit hurt like a motherfucker, but it’s fuckin’ superficial.”
Megan helped Zoann to get him out of his cut and rubbing each little spot she touched. “He lost consciousness.”
Like a pussy. “Initial fuckin’ shock, baby. Motherfuckers ain’t expectin’ to get stabbed in the fuckin’ back.”
Her hand hesitated before continuing her touches. “I understand,” she said in a small voice.
Before Christopher pulled his foot the fuck out of his mouth, Roxy rushed in with Mort and Johnnie right behind her.
“Meggie, sugar, we think we know where Dinah—”
“I already know she’s dead,” Megan said in a trembly voice.
Johnnie choked and Christopher glared at him.
Mortician coughed. “You do?”
“You’re okay, Megan?” Johnnie asked.
She didn’t answer and Christopher wished he could turn to see her death stare. As long as he wasn’t the fucking recipient, he thought her looks fucking hilarious.
“Look, fuck, I’m sorry. We needed to get Christopher to his room and I had to get you moving.”
“Yeah, and your ass was about to be incinerated into dust with the way Red was looking at you when you picked up Meggie girl.”
“Kendall has been irritated,” Zoann said in distracted tones, pressing against Christopher’s wound. “Why? Something going on at the office? Or is this because of the shootings here?”
Christopher waited for Johnnie to speak into the silence, clouded with anticipation.
“She’s decided to stop all meds until she delivers the baby.”
“Well, fuck,” Roxy said as Meggie groaned.
“Congratulations, Johnnie,” Zoann chortled. “You’ve just re-entered fucking hell.”
“Megan, the point is—”
“The point is nothing, Johnnie,” Megan huffed. “Okay? Nothing at all. I’m not your whipping girl to take out all your frustrations on. Every time you’re stressed, I take the brunt of your anger. I have a remedy for that.”
“What?” he asked carefully.
“Not talking to you. Ever again.”
“I don’t want—”
“This is…” Her voice broke and Christopher reached out blindly to her. He couldn’t turn because Zoann had begun to prep his shoulder for the stitching. He didn’t even know exactly where she sat. “The body count is so high,” she continued, grabbing Christopher’s hand and holding tightly. “We need to stick together. We all know how Kendall gets when…”
When psycho bitch wasn’t fucking doing what the fuck she was supposed to do.
Instead of saying that, Megan cleared her throat. “We can overlook that because we know it’ll pass once she delivers your baby. But us? She’s going to need our support and this club definitely needs our support. We need to stand together.”
“Sugar, you right,” Roxy agreed. “But what you need right now is a good cry. All this has been so fucking stressful and you need a moment to process it.”
No the fuck she didn’t. At least, not with Roxy, until Christopher clued her the fuck in on what Megan knew.
“Meggie?” Bunny called.
“Bunny!” Meggie gasped, bouncing the mattress as she scrambled off. “Oh my God! You’re here. You’re safe. And…Where’s Digger? Is he okay? He saved my son. You, too. I have to thank him. Thank you,” she rambled. “Momma’s dead. She…she attacked Christopher for no reason at all and…and…”
She didn’t pick up on this round of silence, but her tearful babbling had just saved motherfuckers from opening their fucking mouths and letting Dinah’s betrayal slip.
“Where’s Digger?” she finished.
Bunny cleared her throat. “Resting.”
“Resting?” Megan echoed suspiciously. “But…but you stopped in to say hello.”
Gritting his teeth at the alcohol Zoann kept fucking pouring on his open fucking skin, Christopher decided to come clean. “Cuz the motherfucker was here already, baby. I stomped the motherfucker for what the fuck he did. When he heal the fuck up, I’m gonna thank the fuck outta him for what he fuckin’ did for our boy.”
Bunny watched Meggie’s surprise morph into acceptance. She looked completely wrecked, so Bunny hugged her again. She’d left Digger’s room to search for food, but, as she passed Outlaw’s old bedroom, she saw the door opened.
“Would it be okay if I went to the house and saw Little Man, Rule, and Rebel?” she asked, still unsure about where she fit in here.
“Of course!” Megan said automatically. “Why would you even ask such a question?”
Outlaw sighed. “Oh, yeah, probably cuz I fucked up Trader, the mornin’ of the fuckin’ attack.”
Even injured, the man made no apologies.
“Omigod, you did what?” Meggie whirled to her husband, then back to Bunny, as if she didn’t know who to look at.
“Ain’t had a choice, baby. The motherfucker was fuckin’ up Bunny some kinda way just like you said. I ain’t got fuckin’ time to try to make that bullshit right. Motherfuckers know I ain’t toleratin’ that bullshit, but half the members think how another motherfucker handle their old lady that motherfucker business, so they wouldna fuckin’ taken no sanctions against Trader. Blowin’ him the fuck away was the only fuckin’ option.”
“Umkay,” Meggie responded after a few moments of working her throat to form a reply.
“Outlaw, I need to show you something,” Cash announced, breezing into the room, holding up a flip phone.
“You ‘bout finished, Bitsy?”
“Almost.”
“We have to leave, right?” Meggie asked, sounding as if that was the last thing she wanted to do.
“Yeah, baby. Just for a few minutes.”
“I’ll check on Digger,” she said, backing toward the door.
Bunny followed her friend back to the room she’d been in, tending to his injuries.
“Christopher did that?” Meggie asked on a gasp, staring at Digger’s swollen and bruised face.
Bunny pursed her lips and nodded slowly.
“He went a little overboard,” she grumbled.
“I think so, too,” Bunny agreed. “I thought he was going to kill him.”
“All right, you two, don’t go blaming Outlaw for what the fuck he had to do as the club’s president,” Roxy chided, gliding into the room and hugging Bunny. “I missed you, sugar. I was so worried about you.”
“I’m fine,” Bunny reassured her, warmed by Roxy’s genuine tone. “And I’m not really blaming Outlaw. I know Digger had it coming to him.”
Roxy went to the side of Digger’s bed and adjusted the covers, patting him when he grunted. “Digger had death coming to him. We all know that. Right, Meggie?”
“Yes.”
“You angry at him for what he did?” Roxy asked.
“Not really. It’s just all the death…”
“Sharper’s gone,” Roxy soothed. “So things should get back to normal.”
Megan swiped at her tears. “Christopher doesn’t believe Sharper’s dead. And even if he is, what about the girls? The church needs to go. I’ll bet that’s where the ring is operated from.”
“Listen to me, sugar. Don’t worry about the girls. If there are any left. Sharper was on the run for months. I doubt the operation could continue with Logan dead and Sharper gone.”
“I’m going…there are probably brothers here and…they need to eat,” Meggie said as
if she were in a trance.
“Fuck them,” Roxy commanded. “You been through too much shit today, so let Digger rest.”
“Do you know where momma is? I want to see her.”
No. Meggie really didn’t want to see Dinah filled with holes, her eyes and mouth wide open.
“Why don’t we go to her room?” Bunny suggested instead.
“Christopher said I could bury her.”
“Then that’s what’s going to happen,” Roxy promised. “Go with Bunny and I’ll see who to call to get her.”
“She was shot?” Megan asked.
Bunny drew her brows together. “You don’t know?”
“No. I just knew…she tried to stab Outlaw in front of a roomful of his brothers.” Meggie snorted. “There was no way she’d survive that.”
It was that as much as her actions before the stabbing, Bunny knew, although she remained silent. It seemed as if Meggie knew nothing about the rest of it.
“You right, sugar,” Roxy said.
“What happened exactly? Why in the world would my mother try to kill my husband? Whatever he might’ve said, or did, nothing was bad enough to do what she did.”
“Dinah grabbed the knife from Digger’s bag and stabbed Outlaw when he turned his back. I don’t think she intended to do it,” Bunny explained because Meggie needed to know some of the facts. “She just wanted to have you to herself again and saw him as the obstacle. Only a moment went by before guns were blazing.”
Meggie covered her mouth to hold back a sob. “I’m so angry with her for hurting Christopher and getting herself killed.”
Roxy hugged Meggie, who laid her head against Roxy’s shoulder and cried. “It’s okay, sugar. I’m mad as hell at her, too. However you need to get through this, do it. Now, let’s go sit in the main room and wait for the boys to finish whatever the fuck was so important.”
Moses: Do you have the key?
Dinah: Yes.
Moses: Meet me at the park entrance.
Dinah: Will it end now?
Moses: As soon as I kill Outlaw, Johnnie, Val, Digger, and Mortician.
Dinah: But Meggie will be spared? You promised.
Moses: She will. Her kids won’t be.
Dinah: I don’t care as long as she loves me again.
Moses: I’ll take care of it all. I promise.
Dinah: Sharper, K-P wouldn’t have wanted all this death.
Moses: Sharper burned to death in a hotel explosion, cunt. Remember?
Dinah: Now I do.
Moses: K-P? He was with them, so of course he wouldn’t want them dead. You’re on Arrow’s side. Again…remember?
Dinah: I think.
Moses: Just bring me the fucking key. Now that they think I’m dead, I’m sure security will be relaxed. It’ll be easier to hit the club this last time. I’ve recruited more men. All the girls are sold and I have your share to make a new life for you and your daughter. Just trust me.
Dinah: That’s what Arrow told me.
Moses: You’ve done excellent.
Dinah: What about the letters?
Moses: I want to take them into possession myself in victory. I will have breached Outlaw’s fortress. I just need the key so I can get back to LA for my, er, funeral in three days. I want to personally see my send-off.
Dinah: But I thought you were alive.
Moses: Forget it.
Dinah: Meggie loves him. Will she hate me?
Moses: Only if you tell her your role.
Unlike the first three times he read the messages aloud, this time around, Christopher recited each line under his breath, finding no satisfaction in being proven right about Sharper.
A few facts stood out to Christopher as he leaned against the headboard, still weak and in pain. The most noticeable detail was Dinah hadn’t been completely present for her role. She’d had one goal, but both Sharper and Arrow had used her fragile mind for their gain.
That made her death all the more fucked-up, but Christopher tucked that away for when he got his hands on motherfucking Sharper.
The next item he finally figured out was there was an actual fucking key. What the fuck it led to was a fucking mystery and what the fuck it was...
“You find any other fuckin’ phones in her fuckin’ room, Cash?” Christopher asked, not looking up and scrolling through the messages again. Apparently, Johnnie had sent Cash in to search Dinah’s room, once she’d been killed. So the phone he’d confiscated had been legit while the fucking burner had been stashed.
“Nothing but that, Outlaw.”
“I need to get in that fuckin’ church for Sharper’s send-off,” Christopher announced, another idea forming in his head.
“You got a fucking death wish, Prez? You’d look like you killed an innocent motherfucker if you go and blast Sharper.”
“True, Mort. Unless we got my fuckin’ ass in there without that motherfucker seein’ me and then gave all those motherfuckers a reason to fuckin’ run.”
“We don’t kill innocent people,” Johnnie reminded him.
Christopher scowled. “I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout killin’ no-fuckin-body but fuckin’ Sharper and whoever the fuck else on his fuckin’ side.”
“Prez, we don’t—”
“This simple shit, Mort. Put me in a fuckin’ casket, roll my motherfuckin’ ass to the front of the fuckin’ church. When I can’t take the fuckin’ bullshit ‘bout Sharper bein’ such a wonderful motherfucker, I raise the fuckin’ lid. You think motherfuckers ain’t gonna scatter?”
“Where do you come up with this shit, Christopher?” Johnnie asked, and Christopher didn’t know if he was awed or fucking outraged.
“The fucking logistics of that might not make this possible,” Cash pointed out.
“The plannin’ and shit gonna be a fuckin’ nightmare,” Christopher agreed, “but this shit gone on long e-fuckin-nough. We blowin’ that motherfucker to hell.”
“Fuck, Christopher,” Johnnie groaned. “Somehow I knew you’d say that.”
“Prez, you trying to get us caught. Blowing up Sharper’s church is going to make international news.”
“We either fuckin’ doin’ this now or we sittin’ round this motherfucker waitin’ for Sharper to fuckin’ move.”
“So if we do Sharper in LA, we won’t get him in the meat shack?” Johnnie asked with a disappointed sigh.
“Fuck, you right. Tell you what. Let’s try to fuckin’ take him a-fuckin-live. That’s one motherfucker who need to be awake when we start.”
Cash headed for the door. “I guess I better start planning everything.”
“You’re sure about this?”
“John Boy, I know your woman got your kid in her again, so you ain’t gotta come. And, Mort, Bailey carryin’ your kid, too, and still recoverin’. I understand if it gotta be just me and Cash.”
“Prez, you know we not letting you do your kamikaze shit alone. I’m in. If you got the fucking balls to get in a fucking casket and roll in that motherfucker, I got the fucking nuts to back your ass up.”
“I’m in,” Johnnie said without hesitation. “It would just be easier if we got him on our turf.”
It sure the fuck would be, but it was what it was. “Defense ain’t never been something I cared for,” Christopher explained, although he was sure they fucking knew his style. “This shit require goin’ on the offense and wipin’ that entire fuckin’ organization out. Sharper started this fuckin’ war. My ass endin’ it within three days, any fuckin’ way I gotta.”
Moaning, Digger stirred on his cot, drawing in a long breath. It didn’t hurt to breathe, but pain exploded everywhere else on him. Jaws. Head. Stomach. Back. Legs. Ass.
He blinked the eye that wasn’t swollen to a mere slit, narrowing his view of his surroundings. Fuck. He’d survived. Outlaw had beat the fuck out of him, but he hadn’t taken his life. What that meant, he wasn’t sure. One thing he did know was other brothers might sneak and put a bullet in his head. The calls for his death undersc
ored the many enemies he’d made with his actions.
Even if that didn’t happen, Digger wasn’t so sure he’d ever be welcomed back into the club. Drawing in another breath at his stupidity destroyed everybody’s trust in him, Digger glanced around, taking in the familiar comfort of his old room.
It surprised him to find not much had changed. Posters of Rick James, Wiz Khalifa, muscle cars, and naked girls still plastered his walls. A framed music sheet with the lyrics to Mary Jane and So High—Digger swore they were the best songs ever made—hung beside the picture of Rick and Wiz, respectively.
Mort had gotten one of the bitches he’d fucked pre-Bailey to write the words in calligraphy. Even the copyright information at the bottom was in a pretty scroll.
“No, I didn’t tear that shit off the fucking wall and throw it the fuck away after your dumb ass deserted me.”
Mortician’s growl forced more awareness into Digger and he glanced around, clutching the covers tighter as Mort stepped out of the shadows, dragging a chair he must’ve been sitting on, with him.
“Mort?”
Dropping into the seat, Mort’s jaw clenched. Only the bedside lamp lit the room, but his brother sat close enough for Digger to see every emotion on his face. “It’s me, Mark.”
Mark. Not Digger. He hadn’t been Mark to Mortician in years. His heart sank at the strongest indicator yet that he no longer had a place in the club. Struggling to sit up, he grunted at his efforts, too stubborn to ask for assistance when it had to be clear to Mort that Digger needed help.
“I guess you here to blast my ass,” he said, once he managed to lean halfway against the headboard. When Mort stayed silent, a horrifying thought occurred to Digger. Outlaw had once charged Mort with the task of killing him. Not only because Mort was the enforcer but because Outlaw wanted to test Mort’s loyalty. Maybe, that’s why his brother had been lurking in the shadows, awaiting Digger’s return to consciousness. Irony was a fucking bitch. He’d always laughed at Mort’s tales of motherfuckers pissing themselves when they discovered Mort waiting for them. This shit was not funny. At all.
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