“Fee’s going to be fine,” Cash swore, unable to remain silent. He reminded himself he’d friend-zoned Stretch, who, in turn had placed rules upon them. If he suddenly did something stupid, like touch him in comfort, he’d create a bunch of chaos that no one needed at the moment. “She’s a Donovan. A fighter.”
“Yeah, Donovans and Caldwells not only strong enough to fight for their own lives, they crazy enough to fuck you up once they recover,” Digger said in his version of a pep talk.
Mort frowned at him.
“They is, Mort,” he said defensively. “Motherfuckers fighters and killers.”
“Shut it, fuckhead,” Johnnie growled as Outlaw returned to the table, his expression a stark contrast to when Meggie had been around.
Then, he’d had banked fury. Now, he let it shine through and pure rage blanketed his face. Fingers hooked in his mouth, he gave a loud whistle that brought immediate silence.
“I wanna thank all you motherfuckers for comin’ to check on my ass,” he began, walking amongst the members since the podium hadn’t been dragged from the storage closet. “My lil’ sister was fuckin’ attacked by a motherfucker named Noah Carson. Riley workin’ on gatherin’ information so I’ma call his ass and take it from there.”
Stretch raised a tablet. “I have this so you can Skype him.”
Outlaw nodded and returned to the table. “Get him the fuck up for me.”
Although Outlaw held the tablet and no one else could see the club’s PI, his voice came through loud and clear.
“Noah Carson Counts, thirty-one. President of the Torpedoes MC. The club’s a former client of the firm currently on your payroll…”
Riley’s voice droned on, but Cash stuck on the name Counts. Counts.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Counts. Of course more than one motherfucker in the world had the name but chance wasn’t that much of a bitch that the man Kendall had introduced Fee to and then blackmailed her into keeping secret wasn’t one and the same. The very blackmail Cash and Stretch had been included in by default…Kendall had…
Fuck!
Did that mean Kendall had something to do with Fee’s stabbing? Again, coincidence wasn’t that much of a motherfucker. On the other hand, live bitches manipulated fucked-up situations.
Cash opened his mouth to speak. Confess.
Get himself and Stretch killed. Get Johnnie divorced—killed…?—in his attempt to defend Kendall when Outlaw executed her for her betrayals.
When would that bitch ever learn?
“Noah motherfuckin’ Carson is Noah motherfuckin’ Carson Counts,” Outlaw snarled to the assembled crowd.
Apparently, the call to Riley had ended and Cash missed it as he sat about to piss himself, fearing Outlaw’s wrath.
“This motherfucker livin’ on borrowed fuckin’ time for fuckin’ with my lil sister. He one of the Torps that escaped the fuckin’ bombin’. The same motherfucker been tryin’ to contact my fuckin’ ass for weeks.”
Shaking his leg in agitation, Cash shifted in his seat.
“This a club-related attack,” Outlaw continued. “Ain’t no longer just personal. Motherfucker coulda just as soon went after Megan, any of your bitches, to get to me cuz I ain’t wantin’ nothin’ to do with them dirty motherfuckers.”
Fuck, that meant unnecessary lockdown for the women.
“The dickhead’s living on borrowed time,” Orange called. “If I see any Torp, I’m fucking them up on the spot.”
Cash had to move fucking quick, not only to save his own ass, but to keep the girls from being cooped up on clubgrounds. That might not be so bad for Kendall. Unfortunately, he couldn’t single her out. Nor could he threaten her. Or even confront her.
Fee lay in a fucking hospital bed, fighting for her life because of a Torp…and Kendall. Cash was sure of it. She might not have been at the house when Noah stabbed Fee, but she was responsible for bringing the enemy amongst them.
A couple hours later, the sun beat down on Cash’s neck and shoulders as he stood in the club parking lot, searching through the glove compartment in Fee’s Ford Fusion.
After everyone came up with all types of revenge to mete out to Noah and company, Outlaw dispatched Mortician and Val to search Noah’s house. Outlaw ordered Johnnie to talk to Kendall to find out anything she might’ve remembered from her time with Spoon. To be a fly on the wall during that conversation.
When Cash pointed out he might be able to find some information in Fee’s car and her apartment, Outlaw put him on the job. He’d wanted an escape as much as he wanted action. He and Stretch could very well be the recipient of the torture, if Cash didn’t think of what to do.