Dweller club ass fucked on their own free will. The Bobs were brought out to pleasure the brothers. But Derby’s bitches had a fucking quota to meet each day to bring in a certain amount of money.
The blonde allowed her hair to fall around her and began fingering her pussy, ignoring Christopher’s words.
Christopher averted his gaze, gritting his teeth. Where the fuck was Derby? If he could find motherfucking Noah on his own, he’d bring his ass the fuck out of there before he really lost his fucking temper.
The whore bent toward him, so close her tits touched his face. Smiling, she lifted the finger she had in her cunt and waved it beneath Christopher’s nose.
Getting to his feet, Christopher pulled his nine and jammed it into her mouth. “You got five fuckin’ seconds to get the fuck away from me.”
Fuck Derby’s help.
She trembled, her gaze flickering to the side before relief entered her eyes. Christopher knew that meant one of Derby’s brothers had arrived.
“We take issue—”
Christopher shoved the slut away and transferred the direction of his nine, aiming it at Jax’s face. It didn’t matter that he recognized the club’s enforcer. Nor did it matter that they’d drank together sometimes. Christopher was on edge, fed the fuck up. His little sister was critical and another bitch was trying to get Megan to fuck him up.
Wasn’t about to fucking happen.
“Pull your fuckin’ trigger and put your piece away and get that cunt the fuck away from me, Jax,” he ordered. He should shoot the fuck out of both of them anyway. He’d have to tell Megan about this bitch and that might earn him another pussy lockout. She wouldn’t be so understanding after Daphne…Fuck!
“Outlaw, don’t shoot,” Jax said, attempting to sound firm. But it was the middle of the day and he had no backup in sight. By the time they came into the bar, Jax would be deader than fuck. “I’m putting my weapon away.”
Once his piece disappeared, he lifted his hands to show Christopher he wasn’t armed.
“Where Derby?”
“Fucking one of the girls before Gypsy arrives.” Jax shook his head. “After the last incident, he promised her he’d stop fucking over her.”
Christopher had no wish to hear about Derby’s cheating ass. He had fucking problems of his own. Just a week ago, he would’ve been bored enough to want to know. He couldn’t give a fuck at the moment, faced yet again with the loss of a family member.
Of all people, too. His little sister. She’d survived through the night, but she looked so fucking pale. Seeing her so helpless hit him hard and brought back memories of all the times he’d almost lost his wife.
“Outlaw,” Derby greeted, taking a seat as if Christopher wasn’t brandishing his nine.
The motherfucker smelled of sweat, perfume, alcohol, and sex. Fucking asshole.
Annoyed, Christopher shoved his piece away.
“What did you do to Amber? She ran to my office and burst into tears.”
“She lucky to be any-fuckin-where,” Christopher snapped. “Megan ain’t expectin’ me to kill every bitch who fuck with me.” He held up his left hand and indicated his wedding band. “Fuck with this.”
Derby grinned. “You don’t have to kill bitches, you mad bastard.”
“I give two warnins, three tops. If motherfuckers still fuck with me after, that’s their fuckin’ business. Bitches included.” He’d given Kendall chance after chance, but he was reaching the end of his rope with her, too.
Derby lit a cigarette. “You’re here about your little sister’s attack?”
“Yeah.” With his boys on the hunt, it didn’t surprise him that Derby knew the score. “I want this motherfucker bad. He carved up Fee.”
“We’re already putting out feelers.” As a Dweller support club.
“I’m payin’ a fuckin’ bounty for that motherfucker. A quarter rock. Bring him to me. I wanna pull his limbs from his fuckin’ ass while he still fuckin’ alive.” Just thinking of the torture he’d put Noah through made Christopher’s heart pound. “Tell your boys this ain’t the normal help. This fuckin’ SOS. Personal now. I ain’t even carin’ this motherfucker been blowin’ up my goddamn phone for months. He scoped out my lil’ sister, cozied up to her and carved her the fuck up to get my attention.” At least that’s what Christopher guessed. If Riley hadn’t revealed Noah’s identity, he wouldn’t have associated him with Counts. Christopher would’ve thought Fee had gotten another abusive asshole. The burning question was… “How the fuck that motherfucker made the connection between me and Fee?”