Page 137 of Remorseless

“CJ, kid,please,” Mort said around tears.

Fuck, his death would break all of them.

Narci ran back into the room.

“Inject him in his thigh.”

Narci followed Mortician’s orders and he performed more chest compressions. “You fine, little dude. You fine,” he repeated as much for the kid as it was for himself.

Spooning Megan always soothed Christopher’s soul, whether it happened before or after fucking. Ornofucking was involved. It told him everything was right between them and reminded him what a lucky motherfucker he was to call her his.

The lights flickered on again.

He kissed her shoulder. “Goodnight, baby. I love you.”

“Goodnight, my love. And I love you more.”

“Ain’t fuckin’ possible.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “I will love you until the end of time. In this life and however many more I have after.”

He nosed her hair, drugged by her scent, wanting to spend the night kissing her and fucking her. He was just about to ask for more pussy when the bedroom door flew open.

Scowling, he sat up, ready to blast whichever little motherfucker walked in without knocking. Except Gunner, since he was too young to really remember to knock. Axel didn’t give a fuck. He ignored the rules and argued why he shouldn’t be in trouble before threatening to lawyer up.

Seeing Digger shocked the fuck out of Christopher. “What the fuck—?”

“Prez,” Digger interrupted, huffing and puffing as if he’d run a mile. He also sounded as if he were fucking crying.

Goddamn, it could only be Mort. Fuck, he should’ve checked on him after tonight’s upheaval. The way Bailey fucked with him must not have been easy.

Christopher scooted out of bed, heading to where his jeans were on the sofa. Even if CJhadmade it home, Digger had keys to the house and codes for the alarms. Not only because of Bunny but because he was a member of the family.

Once Christopher covered his cock, he grabbed his phone and shoved it in his back pocket.

Megan leaned over to turn on the bedside lamp, covering her tits with the comforter and top sheet.

“What’s happened to Mortician?” she asked, reaching the same conclusion as Christopher.

Only a handful of motherfuckers would put Digger in this state.

“It’s not Mort,” Digger said, sniffling.

Megan gasped. “Omigod, is it Bunny or one of the kids?” Tugging the comforter with her, she made it out of bed. “What happened? Are they at the hospital—?”

“It’s not Bunny or my kids, Meggie,” Digger said, and something in his tone gave Christopher pause.

Horror washed over Megan’s face. “Is it Harley?” She turned and reached for her phone.

Digger met Christopher’s gaze. The regret and sorrow in the depths of Digger’s eyes hit Christopher in the center of his chest. It was CJ. That truth was written all over Digger’s face.

Christopher shook his head. “No.”

“It isn’t Harley?” Megan asked, mistaking the meaning of his no. Her gaze traveled from Digger to Christopher and back again. She swallowed. “Is it Roxanne?” she whispered, her eyes already filling with tears and her lips trembling.

She knew, too. Christopher saw it on her face,

“Meggie—” Digger sniffled, and raised his hands.