Chapter Forty-Three—Diesel #3
“The Triplets, I assume? They’re children.”
“They’re psychos!”
“If I’m a psycho and they’re a psycho, guess what that makes Outlaw?”
“Well, I’m a psycho too, cuz Daddy was one.”
“Are we really having this conversation?”
“You started it! And by the by…do you like that? I learned it from a novel I’m reading. A historical romance, set in Regency England.”
Diesel glowered at the wall.
“You’re no fun,” Bash sniffed. “By the by, Johnnie didn’t betray the club.
He’s stupid but loyal. He just doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up because he’s a goddamn know-it-all.
Worse motherfuckers alive. Too fucking smart to learn something new and take anyone’s advice.
The downfall of countless civilizations aside from bitches. ”
“You’re defending Johnnie?” Diesel asked, refusing to address anything else Bash said. Insanity and inebriation didn’t mix well. “Of course you don’t want to blow his cover.”
“I feel sorry for him sometimes.” Bash swallowed more of whatever. “Living in the world without a brain isn’t easy, especially when he has such a stunning wife. His problem, Dee Dee, is he wants to be Christopher.”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“Do you?”
“I admire him, but I’m happy being myself.”
“Exactly. Admiration doesn’t equate to obsession. Unless you’re one John Peter Caldwell.”
“He’s Donovan.”
“Don’t give a fuck. He’s a Caldwell. Kendall should have the name Caldwell. It’s a powerful name that breeds powerful men. Donovan is okay but it can’t touch Caldwell.”
“Why do you keep talking about Kendall?”
“Why shouldn’t I talk about her? She wants to meet with me. She’s been on my mind. I’ve bought new cologne and a new outfit, brushed up my leathers, and shined my boots for her.”
“Can you stay on one topic?”
“My mind’s going a million miles a minute, so no. Anyway back to Johnnie Boy. He didn’t give up major club secrets. He didn’t willingly betray the club. He did kill two Dwellers. I’m sure you know, though. Because Outlaw knows.”
Diesel didn’t need to be told how Bash found out. “I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t know what you’re talking about. Johnnie killed our club brothers? If Outlaw knew, he’d fuck him up.”
“Oh, you’re good. You said all that shit with not a change in your tone. Maybe, I should’ve contacted you.”
“I would’ve told Outlaw, who you should’ve contacted in the first fucking place.”
“Suppose I warned you not to tell him without putting the club at risk?”
“Fuck you. I don’t have the resources or the fucking skill to deal with you on my own. My loyalty is to him, not you, so I’d just have to risk the club to inform the president of the threat.”
Bash made a sucking sound. “This pickle is delicious. Nice and juicy. I admire your loyalty. You should try to teach that to your uncle.”
“I hate that motherfucker. I prefer not to talk to him if I can help it. Would you please stop sucking that pickle in my ear?”
“So mannerly. No. And the way you put that makes it seem like I’m sucking cock. Rephrase it.”
“Nope.”
“I’m not Johnnie, by the way. He’s the obsessed motherfucker.”
“So are you if you’re stalking the club, watching Uncle Christopher. If it isn’t to take over the Dwellers, then you should’ve approached Outlaw.”
“He would’ve shot the fuck out of me. He killed Daddy.”
“You know why.”
“Maybe I should’ve approached him, but that doesn’t mean I’m obsessed. Johnnie wants the accolades even though he doesn’t deserve them nor does he have the skill to earn them. I just want…”
“You want…?”
Bash fell silent. “Tell me about CJ.”
“You want CJ?”
“No. I…just tell me something about him.”
“He misses Molly.” What did that motherfucker expect him to say? “He’s devastated that she was taken.”
“Christopher has raised fine sons.”
“Aunt Meggie deserves just as much credit.”
“She really loves you and your brothers, doesn’t she?”
“And her daughters.”
“Girls don’t count. Just answer the fucking question.”
“I beg to differ, and yes, Aunt Meggie adores us.”
“And CJ wants Molly back to fuck her?”
“To protect her,” Diesel gritted. “I think he’s still hung up on Harley.”
“Mortician’s split tail?”
“Jesus, you’re disrespectful.”
“Answer the question. I’m not trying to win brownie points with you, fuckhead,” he snarled, his tone completely different from what it had been.
“Yes, Mortician’s daughter. Molly is his friend and—”
“Molly was his friend.” Bash laughed at his own tasteless joke. “You like that? Didn’t my joke liven our conversation?”
Diesel felt sick to his stomach at the insinuation that Molly was dead. CJ would be devastated. Still, he needed to know one more thing before he ended the conversation.
“Ryan gave up her location, didn’t he?”
“Tom Harris is in law enforcement, motherfucker,” Bash yelled, and snickered again. “Was. Can’t be anywhere anymore. Just had his brain cleaned from the wall. He had his own resources to find that cunt.”
Question answered. “You’re bored. I’m tired,” he lied. He was wide the fuck awake. “Can I go?”
“You best heed my fucking warning, Diesel. If you fuck over Tabitha, it’ll be Jana’s brain we’re cleaning off my fucking wall. Nice talking to you, nephew.”
The moment Bash disconnected, Diesel called Outlaw.