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Peaceful assfucks ended up as deadfuckheads.

Christopher shook his head, aware Kendall awaited his answer. “Only if I get a majority of brothers to vote for war,” he said. “Ain’t gettin’myfuckin’ ass shot off for a divided fuckin’ club. Not even that, Kendall. Somehow, Johnnie and Cash get more motherfuckers to vote for peace negotiations than I get for fuckin’ annihilation. They grown motherfuckers. But if my woman at risk? I’ll fight to the fuckin’ death. I’ll lay down my fuckin’ life—” Even as furious and devastated as he was. He heaved in a breath, his anger rising again. “What about Ma? Any more information about her? I keep goin’ back and forth. A part of me hate that I doubt her, cuz Iknowwhat she went through for me. I know she was a sweet, gentle woman. But then she wasmarriedto the man she swore violated her, forced his name on me, and then disappeared.”

Kendall smiled. “Rest easy,” she said softly. “I don’t see much else about her. She probably couldn’t find the words to tell you how that marriage came about. If I had to guess, her father forced her hand and she complied to protect you.”

Christopher nodded, releasing the breath he’d been holding. Something inside of him unclenched. Without another word, he left.

Destination: his grandfather’s property to find his wayward wife.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Meggie waited until Mortician dismounted and held out his hand to help her off the back of his bike. She stood patiently as he removed her helmet, certain he’d seen Christopher take care of her in such a manner.

After hanging her helmet on one handlebar and his on the other, Mort turned to the clearing where the evidence of a foundation lay. Like the rest of the property, weeds grew everywhere, splitting the concrete and adding to the ruin. She’d never been to the Donovan farm but had heard so much about it.

Though most of the buildings were long gone—Sharper Banks had burned the farmhouse to the ground trying to kill Digger, Bunny, and CJ—a miasma hung over the area.

“We can ride to the apple orchard.”

Meggie glanced in all directions. “Isit a far walk?”

Mortician nodded to the overgrowth. “A little under a quarter of a mile, but with all the grass and weeds, it’ll seem like forever.”

“Under five hundred yards,” she calculated. “I didn’t realize the property was so huge.”

Lighting a cigarette and savoring it for a moment, he shrugged. “Hellish realms always a decent size, Meggie girl.”

The sound of a car traveling at high speed reached her ears. Cigarette in one hand and the other hand on the gun holstered at his side, Mortician placed his body in front of hers.

“Fuck!” he snarled, as the car stopped, and a moment later, two doors slammed.

Simultaneously moving his hand away from his gun and stepping out of the way allowed Meggie to see the source of his annoyance.

It wasn’t a car. It was an SUV. Specifically,Johnnie’s. And he wasn’t alone. Easton Love, looking sharp and oh-so-handsome in suit and tie, was with him. Meggie couldn’t believe…no, who was she kidding?

This wasJohnnie. She hadn’t wanted to involve him, but Mortician overrode her. Since he was putting his life on the line to help her help CJ, she’d conceded.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Johnnie?” Mortician snarled.

“You called me, Mortician.”

“Because I thought you got some fucking sense, son. All I asked you to do was cover for me if Prez tracking me and ask what the fuck I’m doing at Lowman’s place. Especially since he can’t find Meggie.”

Easton smiled. “How did my name come up?”

“Certainly not to involve you in personal business,” Meggie snapped, throwing Johnnie the evil eye.

Easton winked at her. “I’d like to involve myself in your person, Meggie.”

“Listen, motherfucker, I’m not standing here while you throwing out corny fucking lines to my president’swife,” Mortician spat before Meggie waded through her outrage and formed a response. “One more fucking disrespectful look and I’m shooting the fuck out of you.”

“Shut the fuck up, Mortician,” Johnnie said. “Youtold Megan to use Easton. I’m not getting my fucking ass shot off.”

Mortician tossed his cigarette. “You andhimmore likely to get fucked up being here.”

Ignoring him, Johnnie glanced around. “How’d you get here, Megan?”

She pointed to Mortician’s bike. If she wasn’t so annoyed, she’d find Johnnie’s shock amusing, but he was an idiot. They all were, her included.