Chapter Thirty-Four – Easton #2
“It’s crossed my mind,” Bash said as if he was discussing which fucking sauce to order for his chicken nuggets. “But I’m curious. Would you hand Meggie over for me to fuck, kill, or both?”
“Whatever suited you. As long as you don’t hurt my Brooks.”
Leaning back, Bash contemplated her. “Suppose I only want a chance with Kendall?”
Charlotte drew her brows together. “A chance to do what?”
“Dunno. Maybe marry her. Maybe just fuck her a few times after I took her out to dinner.” He looked at Easton. “Don’t cunts fuck you when you buy them a meal? They’re happy and appreciative.”
“Kendall wouldn’t look twice at you!” Charlotte flared.
Hurt flickered across Bash’s face, quickly replaced by anger. “Either she’s lying or you’re lying.”
“I am not a fibber!” Charlotte yelled.
“Neither are you a fucking toddler,” Bash said flatly. “You got out of that fucking stage about ninety years ago.”
“How dare you! No gentleman disparages a lady or discusses her age.”
Eyes crinkling with humor, Bash grinned. “Who the fuck says fibber?”
“Liar is a harsh word, Mr. Bash.”
He didn’t correct her. “I got another question for you,” he said instead.
“Are you accepting my offer?”
“I’m thinking about it. Now, do you need fucking glasses or a goddamn psych ward?”
“Excuse me?”
“You might need both if you look at me and see a fucking gentleman.”
“Oh, for God’s sake!” she cried, her face reddening. “Can you stick to one subject?”
“Can I?”
She growled. “I am willing to hand you that little trollop with little to no effort. All you have to do is swear you won’t kill my Brooks.”
Bash signaled the bartender for a drink. Cap brought a setup for everyone.
Once everyone had a beer and Bash finished a bottle, then grabbed another one, he nodded to Charlotte. “You seem not to like Megan too much.”
“Bygones were bygones, but I’ve always warned Kendall that Mr. Donovan wouldn’t behave as long as Meggie was around. And look what’s happening? My poor girl is losing herself and Brooks’s life is on the line.”
“Because of Meggie?” Bash asked slowly.
“She isn’t telling the fucking truth, Bash,” Easton said quickly.
“Yes!” Charlotte said.
“She almost led Kendall to suicide.”
Bash straightened. “Megan Caldwell almost caused Kendall to kill herself?”
“That isn’t true,” Randolph echoed, alarm dropping into his face.
“Who are you?” Charlotte sneered.
“A dead motherfucker if he doesn’t shut up,” Bash warned.
“If it’s Brooks’s life over that whore’s, I choose my Brooks any day,” Charlotte said around sniffles, the picture of devastation. “Please, take her instead of Brooks.”
“Where is all this coming from?” Bash asked. “Has Brooks done something that’ll make me kill him?”
“Mr. Donovan isn’t thinking straight.” Opening her purse, she drew out an expensive handkerchief and dabbed at her cheeks. “He plays a dangerous game with Outlaw. Brooks told me the club threatened to vote Outlaw out unless he sued for peace with you.”
Fuck.
Bash and Cleaner smiled. “Go on.”
“Outlaw has a very bad temper.”
“He’s a barbarian,” Bash supplied gravely.
“Exactly! But he gave my Kendall the go-ahead to meet with you. The girl’s always been so curious. She has questions for you and she plans to meet you alone.” Charlotte burst into tears. “Without back up,” she sobbed. “She’s too trusting.”
“I don’t plan on hurting her,” Bash said.
“What if something goes wrong? What if a peace agreement isn’t reached? Brooks will be blamed since he was the one who met with you originally.”
A thoughtful look crossed Bash’s face. “If there’s such bad blood between you and Meggie, how can you deliver her to me?”
“She thinks it’s water under the bridge. And it was! Truly. But she’s a temptress, an agent of chaos. She got my beloved son-in-law, killed. Never to be seen again.”
“She’s better off…?” Bash lifted a brow, determined to have Charlotte order her death for whatever reason.
“Thrown into a garbage pit,” Charlotte spat.
Randolph fidgeted and Easton’s gut twisted.
“That can be arranged,” Bash promised, smirking at Easton. “I do want to eat her pussy.”
“Do with her what you will. Sluts like her enjoy such foul behavior.”
“I have a very good pussy licker in my clubhouse,” Bash said, sipping his beer. “Would you like to have the best orgasm you ever had?”
“Well, I never!”
“That’s why I’m offering.” Bash belched and shook his head. “Poor Brookie Boo. You probably never sucked his cock either?”
She threw him an ugly look.
“No wonder he’s such a fainting pussy,” one of the brothers called.
“Ever let him stretch the sphincter?” Bash inquired politely.
“What in God’s green earth is that, Mr. Bash?”
“Fucked in the ass,” Bash answered without a care in the fucking world.”
She turned twenty shades of red; Bash and half the clubhouse guffawed. Easton just wanted the woman gone before Bash’s goodwill fled and she ended up dead.
She definitely deserved to die, but it needed to be a Death Dweller who killed her. Otherwise, it could be seen as an act of war.
Johnnie used Meggie as bait to get his brothers to call for peace. He’d made it out to be a personal matter. But Kendall adored Charlotte. Her death at Bash’s hands would be answered.
“We’re heading out tomorrow,” Bash announced. “Give me your number. I’ll call you with the time and place to bring Meggie. Do you want to watch me fuck her and suck her?”
“Absolutely not!”
“Kill her?” He sounded hopeful.
“No,” Charlotte chirped. “A deserved execution but I’ve never been bloodthirsty.”
“If you say so,” Bash told her. “Delusional cunts never think they’re anything but perfect.”
“I am,” Charlotte announced, getting to her feet, and proving Bash’s point about delusional cunts. “Bye, now.” Like the queen she thought she was, she swept away.
“Bash—”
“I want some of Meggie’s cunt, too,” Cleaner announced, interrupting Easton.
Randolph steepled his hands in front of his mouth, turning a wide-eyed gaze to Cleaner.
“What do you have to say, Easton?” Bash asked.
“A fucking lot. Mainly, don’t do this. That woman’s a fucking liar. Meggie and Kendall are best friends.”
“Don’t listen to this motherfucker, Bash!” Cleaner snarled. “My cock’s already dripping thinking about fucking all three of Meggie’s holes.”
“Your cock’s always dripping something, motherfucker,” Bash said with a snort.
“Yours isn’t much better,” Cleaner replied.
“Would it really hurt Kendall if Meggie’s hurt, Easton?”
“Yes. It would, Bash.”
Whether his fixation with Kendall was healthy or would lead to anywhere, Easton couldn’t care less.
It solved the problem in the here and now.
If, in fact, they were heading to Hortensia, then perhaps he’d let Molly go as promised, then Easton would disappear, but not before alerting Outlaw to what Charlotte was trying to do.
Fuck. No. As soon as he got to his room, he’d call Meggie and ask to talk to Outlaw. This was an urgent matter.
“Call Celia, boy,” Bash instructed. “Tell her to invite Meggie over to her house.”
“Bash, listen to me—”
“I fucking hear you! I’m not going to ambush that little cunt, but I want Celia to record the meeting. I want to see her for myself. Besides, my sister’s a good judge of character. She’ll let me know if Meggie deserves to breathe the same air as Kendall.”
It was better than nothing. Easton stood.
“Do it here, then leave your phone with me.”
Fuck. “Why?”
“Don’t think I’m not aware that you have a soft spot for Meggie. I don’t want you calling and telling on Charlotte.”
“What if Aunt Celia does like Meggie, Bash?” Easton demanded. “What then?”
“I do want to fuck her, but I want Kendall more. If that’ll upset her, then I have to keep my cock in my pants.
But I don’t like backstabbing cunts and that old bitch is a fucking traitor.
I don’t want Outlaw scooping her up because Charlotte Redding is mine.
Before she dies, I’m going to fuck her raw and make her wish she’d never walked into my fucking clubhouse. ”