“What-the-fuck-ever,” Outlaw growled, his study of Cash not giving any indication to his thoughts. “Tell Bowlie to do it then. Escort them to the motel in town.”
“Kendall must be hysterical,” Charlotte wept. “May I please see her?”
“Charlotte!” Brooks gasped, horrified.
Outlaw got to his feet and narrowed his eyes. “I should fuck you up here and now,” he said in such a cold voice that Cash almost shivered.
Brooks stepped in front of Charlotte and burst into tears.
“Johnnie, take her the fuck away. Put her on a fuckin’ plane where she out of reach of Kendall. Brooks, you fuckin’ stayin’ to get me the fuck outta trouble. I got my own fuckin’ ass in this shit by runnin’ behind that motherfucker. Ain’t takin’ that away from you. But I wanna not fuckin’ guilty plea and I wanna be fuckin’ cleared, if you wanna fuckin’ live. If not for what the fuck you did, I woulda been satisfied with you tryna get me off. Ain’t good e-fuckin-nuff now. Clear my name or fuckin’ else.”
“B-But M-Meggie—”
“I’m lettin’ your bitch live and you ain’t gettin’ fucked up. Megan part finished. This new shit that gotcha life on the fuckin’ line. Stretch, bring this motherfucker to one of the spare rooms. Johnnie, get this bitch the fuck outta my face.”
“Don’t separate us!” Charlotte screamed. “Please? I beg you.”
Outlaw turned a murderous look to Charlotte that reduced her to silent tears. “Beg me?” he spat. “This comin’ from a bitch that called my wife every-fuckin-thing under the goddamn sun. Beg me? A filthy fuckin’ biker. Bitch, please. Beg your motherfuckin’ husband to do his motherfuckin’ job. Otherwise, you wastin’ your motherfuckin’ breath. My club got one fuckin’ cause right fuckin’ now. Gettin’ the motherfucker that hurt Fee. That’s fuckin’ it, besides seein’ to her fuckin’ comfort and makin’ sure she happy.”
Outlaw’s words gave Cash hope. After coming so close to losing his little sister, he might reconsider his order to keep her apart from them if they made her happy.
Over the next couple of weeks, the guys spent more time at the club and less time with their families. That included Cash and Stretch, which limited the time they had to spend with Fee. She understood they wanted Noah—any member of the Torps—and mounting frustrations at their evasion put everyone on edge.
In the midst of the hunt, Meggie decided to slow things down and continue planning the christenings that would’ve already happened had it not been for Fee’s stabbing.
On this particular day, hard downpours intermingled with light drizzles and glimpses of sunshine. The girls were in and out of Meggie’s house as she cooked deviled rock crab, fish stew and a huge tossed salad. There’d already been a disagreement between Kendall and Meggie, about the time and date of the christening and the meeting hadn’t even started yet. However, Fee sided with Meggie, stating that the ceremony was for Meggie’s children.
Kendall stormed off.
When Father Wilkins arrived and found only Bailey, Meggie, and Fee there, he grabbed a plate, took salad, and headed to the den. They tried to keep the conversation going, but the little priest seemed more interested in a documentary about car racing—and eating—than talking.
“Christopher just made it back to the club,” Meggie announced, holding up her cell phone after receiving a message. “I’m going to call Stretch and Cash and let them know.”
Antsy to be away from the priest, Fee jumped from her seat. “Let me run to the club to see if Stretch is there.”
A few minutes later, Fee stepped into the clubhouse and out of the drizzle. Halting inside the door, she shook the excess water from her clothes, finding the main room almost deserted, urging her to her target, Stretch. He sat at the bar, a bottle in front of him.
“Hey,” she greeted Potter and nodded to Stretch. “Father Wilkins is at the house.”
He grabbed his bottle of crème de violet liqueur. “Okay.”
“Fuck, it’s storming like a bitch,” Cash grumbled.
A moment later, he was there, right next to her. His breath fanned the hairs at her nape, sending goose bumps along her skin.
“Cameras are rolling for you to be standing so close to her.” Stretch grabbed his bottle again and drained it. “We don’t want Outlaw to see this.”
Sauntering to the other side of Stretch, Cash noddded. “Did you see me touch her?”
“Just remember what we discussed.”
Stretch’s words lost Fee, but they hadn’t seen much of one another since their day in the park, so she wasn’t up to date on whatever the guys meant. “Can I tell Meggie you’ll be there?” she asked Stretch, instead of demanding to be filled in.