“Who’s that?” Cash asked from the back seat.
“An asshole from the looks of him.”
Stretch hid a smile at Fee’s prim little sniff, pretending the sight of her curves, the way her breasts molded her shirt, didn’t tempt him.
Dillon banged on the window, indicating Stretch unlock the door.
He sighed. Though he expected the treatment, he wasn’t ready for it.
Dillon pounded on the window again. “Open this fucking door, you goddamn freak.”
As Stretch flinched, Cash inhaled while Fee opened her door and jumped out.
“What did you say?” she demanded.
“Ophelia, get back in the fucking car,” Cash ordered.
Instead of listening, she slammed her door shut and marched to Dillon. Her actions forced both Cash and Stretch out of the vehicle.
“Who the fuck are you?” Dillon sneered, his insulting perusal not boding well. “Besides a fucking slut Louis hired to pretend to be a man.”
One moment Dillon spewed insults and the next he sprawled on the ground. Cash loomed over him and shoved his gun in Dillon’s mouth. Unlike Outlaw, who usually travelled without his nine, Cash had checked his gun in, filling out a form and going through other tedious motions, even with the agent’s admiration of the weapon at the end of the inspection.
“I don’t know who the fuck you are and I don’t give a fuck,” Cash snarled in low tones. “Two things aren’t happening if you wish to keep the back of your head. Number one, you aren’t insulting Ophelia. She’s a lady and you’ll respect her. Two, you’re going to allow Louis to go into this house and visit his mother without another fucking comment. I’ve been a little bored lately. Don’t have me use you to liven my life up.”
“What’s going on?” Uncle Harry yelled, pounding down the steps and rushing to Cash.
“Louis?” Mom gasped.
“Mom?” Stretch returned as she ran behind his uncle, her dark hair flying all over her head.
If Stretch was tall, his mom was short. He was muscles. She was rotund. His eyes were blue. Hers were black. He was the complete opposite of his mother, but a mirror image of his father.
Mom clasped his face between her hands and turned his head from side-to-side. “My Louis.”
“Forget him, Lena!” Uncle Harry yelled. “He’s not my brother. I told you to tell him not to come. He’ll never live up to the man his father was. He has another man with him.”
Sucking in a breath, Mom dropped her hand and looked at Cash, still aiming the gun at Dillon.
She held her shawl tight around her. “Who is this man? Don’t tell me you’ve brought a lover to my house.”
“He has,” Cash snapped, shocking Stretch. Accompanying Cash to Denver to hang out with his family was one thing. They were very accepting. To have Cash expose them now, knowing how his family felt, was beyond belief. “I’m his friend. Fee is his girlfriend.”
Silence fell at Cash’s cold statement. “However, and let me be very clear about this, what I fucking do with my cock is my fucking business,” he snarled. “Respect me and I’ll respect you.”
“Respect, sir?” Mom looked Cash up and down, her face pinching. “To show partiality in judgment is not good. He who says to the wicked, "You are righteous," Peoples will curse him, nations will abhor him; But to those who rebuke the wicked will be delight, And a good blessing will come upon them.”
Groaning at the bible quoting, Stretch leaned against the car, his leg starting to hurt, as usual. Fee grabbed the keys and ran to the trunk to get his cane.
“Thank you,” he said, accepting it with a smile.
Mom shivered at the sight of the gun in Cash’s hand, studied the patches on his cut, and sighed. “Please put that away, sir. Do not envy a man of violence And do not choose any of his ways.”
Offering them another sweeping glare and frowning at Mom, Cash nodded, and complied with the request. “I’m Cash McCall,” he said, calling forth the manners he so often hid. “A club brother of your son’s.”
“Lena King.” She focused on Fee once Cash shook her hand and stepped back. “And you are?”
“Ophelia Donovan.”
“Any relation to the club’s vice president?”
Johnnie had communicated with his family while Stretch had been hospitalized just as Outlaw had. “This is Johnnie’s cousin,” he explained. “Outlaw’s sister.”
Relief softened Lena’s face and she bristled. “How is Outlaw?”
“Fine,” Fee told her. “But he doesn’t know I’m here. I’m supposedly spending time with my friend.”