Christopher #2
Breathless from exertion, Sharper threw the belt aside and started pacing.
“They think she’s a saint, when we all know she’s a lunatic,” he snarled.
“What the fuck were you thinking, you miserable motherfucker? If Joe hadn’t intervened, Cee Cee would’ve fucking killed Patricia.
Then what would’ve happened? Everything would’ve been fucked! ”
Logan started to rise.
“Your daddy didn’t say to move.”
Immediately, Logan froze.
“You know Joe always resented you for selling your fucking daughters to Cee Cee, then you gambled Zoann’s pussy to that motherfucker? And why? To kill Christopher? Do you fucking know how brutal he was with your granddaughter?”
A growl escaped Pops. Ryan tried to process the words, allow it to sink in that what he’d heard at Nyx’s initiation had most likely been true. His mother had been raped.
At her grandfather’s, the great Logan’s, schemes?
“I love Joe,” Logan sniffled.
“Well, motherfucker, he hates you. You live because he was once loyal to the pact we made in the boys’ home, but you’ve fucked up royally. That’s why you’re here in Colombia. Joe didn’t want to look at you.”
“No!”
“Are you fucking stupid? His fucking heart is broken for what he had to do to Zoann and Christopher. Come between them to keep all our secrets under wraps. He doesn’t fucking know about the doctored titles.
Do you think he’d put his baby cunt at risk?
As much as he loves Christopher, Meggie is his heart and soul, you stupid motherfucker. ”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’d never do anything to hurt him.”
“Well, you fucking have because he had to hurt his precious Christopher. Joey and Rack have caught him crying over Zoann. Patricia found her fucking suicide note and broke into the bathroom before she hurt herself.”
“Puff,” Val…Pops…Val murmured.
Woodenly, Ryan swiped at his cheeks, cold inside, thinking of his mother. What she’d endured and survived.
Unable to process anymore, Ryan focused on the two sick motherfuckers and shut off his thoughts and horror.
“Christopher’s a fucking pussy,” Sharper sneered.
“He’s a fucking piece of garbage and shouldn’t be in the club. Like your filthy dogs—”
Sharper was upon Logan fast, grabbing his hair, yanking him to his feet, and slamming him to the floor.
“I’m sorry! You don’t even like them—”
“I can hate those motherfuckers, but my cum made them.” Sharper kicked Logan’s side.
“And you, raging prick, hate them for a completely different reason.” Bending down, he dragged Logan to his feet by his thin hair, grabbed his throat then brought him close for a deep kiss.
“I fucking hate that I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you more than life, Sharper Banks!” Logan declared. “More than anything on this earth. My John. My Zoann. My Joe.”
“Fuck you. If you loved that cunt, you wouldn’t have allowed Cee Cee near her. If you loved Joe, you wouldn’t have sent him away when Kimber was about to give birth.”
“I didn’t expect her to bleed to death!”
“You started Joe’s path to fucking hell. He could never look at Snake and not blame him for killing her.” Sharper shoved him away again and Logan bounced against the bed before landing on the floor. “Then what the fuck did you do? Fucked Dinah and–”
“We both fucked her, Daddy,” Logan reminded them. “We kept her in line.”
“We should’ve killed her that night and took Meggie. Sent her to Roxy.”
“Then we wouldn’t have gotten her back,” Logan whined. “You, Cee Cee, and Joe liked that black cunt.”
“I’m sorry, but what the fuck did you just say?” Sharper squinted. “About that black cunt?”
“Nothing! I didn’t mean it. It’s just…the night I tried to fuck her, she fought me,” he breathed. “I asked Rack to help me, but…”
“He liked living.” Sharper started pacing again. “So let me get this straight. You knew I allowed her to live after I paid that crooked pastor fifty thousand dollars to fuck her and take her head? You knew I admired her beauty and her spunk? And you still tried to hurt her?”
Sniffling, Logan hung his head.
“Neither Cee Cee or Joe would be as unhappy as I am by that news.”
“What does she have that my Pattie doesn’t?”
“Oh, so now that cunt’s your Pattie?” Sharper smiled. “Do you know she hasn’t shed a single fucking tear for your supposed death?”
“All because of Christopher,” Logan spat. “If only she would’ve listened to me and aborted him. She defied me at every turn!”
Pausing next to Logan, Sharper rocked on his heels, his cock semi-erect. “Meggie just turned sixteen. Cee Cee will stop paying her fee in two years. I think we should put the authentic documents back in place until then.”
“Or fill Joe with more drugs,” Logan said. “Continuously altering legal documents will catch up to you and you have too much to lose, my love.”
Sharper started pacing again. “You still want to fuck her?”
“Just to have a piece of Joe.”
“Then he has to die.”
“What? No! I’ve done everything you asked me. You promised my Joe would survive.”
“Not if we want that little blonde cunt,” Sharper snapped.
“Her name’s on everything. We’ve defied Cee Cee.
He ordered us to change the fucking documents and back off from her.
We’re already killing Joe. The motherfucker is begging to go into rehab.
If that happens, and he aligns with Cee Cee and Bash, we’re fucking dead.
Do you fucking hear me, Logan? We’ll never get Christopher out.
We’ll never fuck Meggie and make money off her pussy.
None of it will happen. And if Joe OD’s while everything’s in her fucking name, Cee Cee will fucking kill her to get his share.
Joe will be dead. He’s kept that little slut alive for Joe.
Father and daughter have to die as much as Christopher, K-P, and Val. ”
“What about your sons?”
“You know I can’t fuck them up. That fat slut made me their trustee. If they die, her fortune goes to charity. Without her money, I’m a pauper again. I cannot afford to have the church’s finances looked into, so I want to leave well enough alone.”
“Understood. What about K-P’s black slut and their mongrel?”
Anger flashed across Sharper’s face. “Roxanne stays alive. I want a piece of Bailey Andrews myself, so we’ll figure out how to get her so it’ll look like an accident.” He laughed. “Maybe we can orchestrate a rekindling of Roxanne’s romance with K-P.”
“I want to fuck her.”
“That’ll never happen. I will fucking kill you first or tell Cee Cee.”
“Please, Daddy?”
“No. Now, we’re clear on what we’re doing?”
“Returning ownership of everything to Joe’s name before killing him, then waiting until Meggie turns eighteen to kidnap her and bring her here.”
Smiling, Sharper clapped his hands. “Very good, pet.”
“I will contact my attorney when I get back to LA next week to return ownership to Joe and protect the moneymaker between her legs.”
“As you wish, Daddy.”
Sharper stalked forward, cock in hand.
“Time for your shower, pet. Turn.”
Moaning in pain, Logan turned over and bared his back. Sharper aimed his cock as a stream of piss flowed over the cuts. The video faded to black with Logan’s screams ringing in Ryan’s ears.
Axel flicked the lights on. Johnnie was the only one still crying. Weeping as if his heart was so broken, he’d never recover.
Mortician blinked at the dark screen. “Well, I’ll be a motherfucker on the moon.”
Diesel, Grant and Knox sat motionless, still focused on the now-dark screen. Mark JB, Lou, Kaleb, and Ephraim moved restlessly on the seat. Axel scowled.
JJ stood next to Johnnie, an arm on his shoulders, trying to console him. Cash, Stretch, and Pops sat in wide-eyed shock.
If Rory hadn’t been barred from the club, Ryan would’ve had to punch him. That motherfucker had known all along—he’d told Ryan that Logan and Sharper were lovers weeks ago. Ryan hadn’t believed him, but the video provided irrefutable proof.
“Dad?” CJ called.
Uncle Christopher folded his arms. “Yeah, boy?”
“Was he a Furry?”
“Sharper?”
“Yeah.”
“Nope. He was a hypocritical assfuck that enjoyed fuckin’ humiliatin’ motherfuckers.”
“Dad?”
“Yeah, Axel?”
“I gotta find a new fairytale to like.”
“I understand, boy.”
“You’re almost eleven, Ax,” Ryder reminded him. “Too old for fairytales.”
“There are always erotic fairytales,” Ransom offered, looking at Ryder and shrugging. “He’d have the best of both worlds.”
“You’re right, bro,” Ryder agreed.
“Ran?”
“Yeah, Ax.”
“Just no Little Red Riding Hood,” he stressed. “It’s triggertized me.”
“Traumatized,” Uncle Christopher corrected.
Axel thought for a moment, then looked at Uncle Christopher. “What’s triggertized?”
“Not a motherfuckin’ thing, son.”
Mortician leaned forward and drummed his fingers on the table. “Triggered, little dude. It’s what happens if you see your favorite fairytale and remember why you don’t like it no more.”
Johnnie screamed, then face-planted on the table, emitting great gulping sobs.
“Uncle Johnnie’s hyperventilating, Dad,” CJ said.
Uncle Christopher shrugged. “Motherfucker’ll get over it.” He stood. “Who wants a fuckin’ beer? We need to get over the shock of what we just saw.”
While everyone else drank beer and Ryan sat in quiet contemplation, crushed to his soul, Johnnie sobbed.
Christopher studied the photo of Megan taken on Thanksgiving Day, searching for a sign of what would happen a few hours later.
Deep sadness dulled her normally brilliant blue eyes, though she’d faked happiness.
Rebel’s behavior had crushed his woman, so her unhappiness made sense.
He’d planned to take her for their annual Black Friday shopping spree, something she normally looked forward to.
Yet, something on her face…an unrecognizable emotion. Weariness beyond Rebel’s behavior? Unhappiness at how her life turned out? Regret that she hadn’t become that meteorologist she’d long ago talked about? Resentment at the expectation placed on her by everyone, but especially him?