Misappropriate (23 page)

Chapter 14

Christopher hadn’t been able to just give Megan the drink. Instead, he’d let her nurse CJ first and get his boy to sleep. Once that was done, he’d given her the potion, now watered down, which made him feel a little better.

“What’s this?” she’d asked, sniffing it in suspicion.

“Somethin’ to relax you.” When it looked like she was going to argue, he added, “make you forget them images in your head.”

“Okay.”

Watered down or not, she’d been out within fifteen minutes. He’d ordered Dinah into the room and told her not to disturb Megan under any circumstances, although he doubted she could. Megan was out fucking cold.

With his wife seen to and after determining the head belonged to the dumb ass he’d used the ice pick on, Christopher called Traveler and ordered him to the clubhouse, demanding he bring Bin along. Not surprising when Traveler arrived, he’d been unable to find Bin.

“Mortician, bring this motherfucker to the meat shack,” Christopher ordered now, close to midnight.

“The meat shack?” Traveler said, losing every drop of his color. Or, maybe, the fucking blood evaporated from his head. He looked like he’d fucking faint at any moment. “Why?”

Christopher grabbed him by the neck and banged his head against a table. “Because I fuckin’ said so, motherfucker.”

“Please.” Blood slid down the side of Traveler’s face from the cut that opened. “I swear. Please. Whatever I did, give me a chance.”

Mortician nodded toward the door. “You can walk. Or I can get you there my way.”

Traveler swallowed. “W-walk.”

“Smart man,” Mortician said.

Christopher took out a cigarette. “Strap him up when you get him there, Mort.”

“No!” Traveler screamed, falling to his knees. “No! Please.”

Lighting his cigarette and taking a drag, Christopher pushed forward. He paused in front of Traveler, took another drag, then kicked him in the nuts. “You brought that motherfucker in, yeah?”

“I don’t know!” he sobbed between his gasps of pain. “I…who?”

“Bin!” Christopher snarled. “Who the fuck you think?”

“Yeah, but—“

Christopher kicked him again. “But nothing. You protectin’ him. You know where the fuck he’s at.”

“I don’t! I swear! God, I swear. I didn’t have time to stop at all the places he might be. You told me to come here as soon as I could.”

Christopher flicked ashes and let them rain onto Traveler, then waved Val over. The Road Captain handed the head containing bag to Christopher.

Hanging his cigarette between his lips, Christopher pulled it out, crouched down and sat it in front of Traveler. He screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Shut the fuck up, pussy,” Christopher snarled. “You wake up Megan and I’m cuttin’ your fuckin’ tongue out.” He shoved Traveler back down and held him down by placing his booted foot on the man’s neck, leaving him no choice but to lay next to Megan’s gift. “John Boy?”

“Yeah?”

“This motherfucker has his eyes open?”
He
sure the fuck wouldn’t have his open with a fucking head staring at him.

“No.”

He applied slight pressure to Traveler’s neck. “Open them motherfuckers, Traveler.”

“Please, Outlaw. My girl having a baby and—“

“Bin sent
my
girl this fuckin’ prop for a horror movie. Only it ain’t a prop. It’s fuckin’ real. How the fuck you think Megan reacted when she saw this?” He shook his foot. “Huh?”

“I swear…I swear…I didn’t know nothing—“

“You fuckin’ know now. Now, you gonna tell us all the places Bin might fuckin’ be. You better hope like a motherfucker he’s at one of these places.
You
takin’ his place if he ain’t. While we out bein’ private fuckin’ investigators, you and the head gonna share space in the meat shack.”

It took almost all night but they finally found Bin across state lines in Portland, fucking some bitch.

He pulled out of her and raised his hands, while the chick scrambled to close her legs and cover herself.

Christopher trained his nine on Bin, frowning at the scent hanging in the air. Sex musk and body odor. Johnnie wrinkled his nose and leaned on the plain wooden dresser. Val shook his head while Digger searched through Bin’s wallet and pocketed the man’s piece. Afterwards, Digger snatched the bitch’s purse from the top of a chest and poured the contents on the bed.

Bin swallowed and held up his hands. “I can explain,” he said, his voice trembling.

“Don’t remember askin’ you to.” Handing his gun to Johnnie, Christopher snatched the man’s pants and threw them at him. He got his boots and removed his blade before picking up Bin’s cut and folding it over his arm. Wouldn’t fucking need it where he was going. “Get fuckin’ dressed.”

Bin’s hands shook and his erection deflated like a pin had been stuck in it. The idea had merit. “Prez, please. I needed the money.”

Christopher glared at him. “We have enough fuckin’ business to keep everybody flush with bills and I pay you a fuckin’ mint.”

“Outlaw—“

“Shut the fuck up. Enjoy these last moments with your body intact and stop fuckin’ blubberin’.”

He grabbed Christopher’s hands and dropped to his knees. “Prez, please.”

Apparently, he thought Christopher was a fucking moron and he needed the words switched around for understanding.

“Please, Prez.” He sobbed, grabbed Christopher’s legs and began kissing his boots. “Please.”

Christopher kicked him away, embarrassed on behalf of the dickhead. “What the fuck wrong with you? Have some fuckin’ dignity, assfuck.”

“Pride goes out the door when you’re begging for your life,” Bin sobbed. His dignity dropped ten degrees further when snot dripped down his nose. He rubbed his arm across his face and Christopher shook his head, disgusted.

“Cee Cee’s from the East Coast,” Bin volunteered. “Somewhere in Virginia. His MC is the American Scorpions.” He rubbed his snotty ass arm on his shirt. “He just wanted me to show you how fuckin’ weak your bitch is. That’s it. I swear! God, I swear!”

Christopher backhanded him. “Where the fuck he stayin’?”

Bin rattled off the address of the motel, two fucking states away in Northern Cali.

“Time for your fuckin’ dissection,” Christopher announced, knowing he had calls to make in Cali.

Bin sobbed again. “Please, Outlaw, I gave you the information to find Cee Cee.”

“Don’t give a fuck. Besides, I think you holdin’ fuckin’ back, so when we get to the meat shack we gonna take our time til we get all the fuckin’ info we need.”

Bin shook his head, his reddish-brown eyes filling with tears, his chalky white skin turning pink. Fucking Vampire motherfucker. Christopher might need a fucking stake to fuck him up.

Bin pointed to the bitch. “Her. The bitch there. She workin’ with Cee Cee, too. She was supposed to get Meggie and bring her to him.”

Christopher drew in a deep breath and narrowed his eyes at the whore.

“You fucking asshole!” she screamed. “Telling on me.” She glared at Christopher, hatred brimming in her black eyes. “Not like you’re going to do anything, but give me a warning,” she spat. “We know the Dwellers don’t hurt women.”

Yeah, when a motherfucker got on the bad side of other clubs, they jeopardized everybody close to them, females included. Wives. Girlfriends. Sisters. Mothers. Dogs. Cats. And just like that was known, the Dwellers’ stance was known, too.
How fucking ever
…”Bitch, you was comin’ to hurt my wife. Ain’t no fuckin’ forgivin’ that.”

Snatching his nine from Johnnie, he pointed it at her head and fired, glad he’d attached his silencer before riding out.

Bin stared at the bitch, sprawled back, the side of her head gaping open from the hollow point bullet. All of a sudden, the scent of urine hit Christopher’s nostrils and he glanced down.

Fucking Bin. He’d pissed himself.

Christopher rolled his eyes. “Val,” he called, watching as the man began to wrap the girl in the comforter. “You have to stay behind until one of us get back with a vehicle to transport her, so we can get rid of her.”

“No problem, Outlaw.”

Once they were outside, Johnnie grabbed Bin’s shoulder and guided him to his bike. “You one lucky fuck. You get to ride bitch with me.” He pulled on his gloves and helmet. “Try not to piss me the fuck off, so I don’t accidentally push you off and in the pathway of the boys’ bikes.”

“Damn, man,” Digger said, securing his helmet on his head. “I might fucking prefer getting run over, then ending up with parts of my ass as some present for Cee Cee in a fucking box.”

Chapter 15

The next evening, Meggie picked at the mashed potatoes and fried oysters she’d cooked for herself and Christopher. The two of them sat alone in the main room. Most of the day, the place had been empty. Unless invited, only the officers were allowed on the premises. Christopher had been on his phone when she’d awakened in the early afternoon.

She still dragged with fatigue from whatever had been in the fizzy kool aid looking drink Christopher had asked her to drink.

Rigid with tension, Christopher sat next to her, one of his guns right in front of them. He’d just gotten through cleaning and reloading it. The door opened and Meggie snapped her head in that direction. She smiled in relief when Stretch escorted Traveler in. The man’s face was bruised and bloodied. Her smile faded and her belly clenched.

“Thanks, Stretch” Christopher grumbled.

“Meggie,” Traveler said after Stretch left.

She swallowed. “Hey, Traveler.”

Christopher pointed to Traveler. “Sit the fuck down,” he ordered, then focused on her. “Go.”

Traveler glanced between them, then gazed around like he was looking for something. “Where are the others, Prez?”

“None of your fuckin’ business.”

Anger rushed across Traveler’s face. Anger—and hatred. Alarm raced through Meggie, but the looks dropped from the biker’s face so fast, she wondered if she’d hallucinated.

“Brought me in to finish me off?” A muscle ticked in Traveler’s jaw. “Having to watch Bin get—“

“Shut the fuck up,” Christopher snarled, distracted by her presence and another text message. “I told you to go, Megan.”

Having to watch Bin get…
Don’t go there, Meggie
. She didn’t have to be told what Traveler must’ve had to watch. The sight of the head in the box flashed in her mind and her stomach churned.

Traveler scrubbed a hand over his eyes. He looked exhausted, plain wrung out. “Can I have a drink, Prez?”

“No.”

Traveler stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Just one before you put me to—“

“Stop bein’ a fuckin’ idiot, Traveler,” Christopher snapped, throwing his phone aside. “If I wanted you dead, I would’ve done it earlier.” He climbed to his feet and glared at her since she hadn’t moved, but he turned away and unease slid through Meggie.

He trusted Traveler or else he wouldn’t have turned his back to the man. But the mean way the man was looking at her husband scared her.

Christopher made for an easy target right now. He wasn’t even armed. Meggie licked her lips, her heart beginning to pound.

“Get out, Megan. I need to talk to Traveler about a run.”

In slow motion, Christopher’s words reached her. In a fast blur, Traveler opened his cut and pulled out a gun.

She squeaked, but no sound came out.

But, then, Traveler raised the weapon and she reacted. Doing the only thing she could. She grabbed Christopher’s gun, copied what she remembered seeing him do.

And pulled the trigger just as Traveler fired.

Christopher spun at the sound of the gunshots, one bullet flying right the fuck past his head, his sudden movement putting him out of the bullet’s deadly path. And the other?

The other?

Fuck him, Megan stood, sheet-white, his nine in her shaking hand. Hand? Her entire fucking body shook.

Traveler wheezed on the floor, blood blooming on the front of his shirt, gun still clutched in his hand.

“He was going to shoot you,” she said in a high, I’m-about-to-lose-my-shit voice. “I killed him.”

Christopher reclaimed his gun, fired two shots in Traveler’s head, and said, “Nope. I offed the motherfucker. Your conscience clear, baby.”