Page 44 of Remorseless

Meggie overlooked Digger’s harsh tone. “Come in the kitchen with me and keep me company. We can talk.”

“You got a special drink for me?”

“I don’t have one for Mortician, either,” she responded. “I didn’t—”

Anger washed across Digger’s face. “Fuck you!”

Meggie drew herself up, heaved in a breath and tried again. “Something’s going on with you and I want to help.”

“Ohhhhhhh,” Exorcist called. “Looks like Meggie wants some special time with Digger.”

The growing crowd of bikers joined in with whooping and whistles. Instead of defending her, Digger smirked.

If Meggie broke down now, she’d never get any peace. Disregarding the pain of his treatment to get to the root of the problem, she forced a smile. “Why don’t we take this opportunity to clear the air between us?”

Nyx accepted the beer Potter handed her, then turned to Meggie. “You pitch pussy too, cunt,” she sneered, “so fuck you, pretending you’re so goody-goody.”

“That’s my cue,” Meggie snapped, intending to head to the kitchen and leave them to their misery.

She wouldn’t tell Christopheryet. She’d asked Mortician for help first. Potter didn’t look pleased, though Meggie suspected he knew what was going on. Bishop sat at the other end of the bar, eyes downcast.

Nyx stormed in Meggie’s path and shoved her.

“You don’t go any fucking place unless I give you permission. This ismyturf. You think you’re so fucking high and mighty? You’re only as powerful as Outlaw allows you to be and we all know that’sminuscule.”

“I suggest you back off, Nyx,” Meggie warned. “Before you really piss me off. You don’t want to see that side of me.”

Nyx pushed her again, so hard Meggie bounced against a wall and then fell onto the floor.

“Fuck, man,” Digger growled and rushed to Meggie, holding his hand out to help her to her feet. Once she stood, he turned to Nyx. “Get the fuck back to the fucking bar or get out. You out your fucking mind, touching Outlaw woman? He never killing my fucking ass for not killingyourfucking ass. Fair warning, bitch.”

“Shut up, Digger. You think she’s a cunt, too,” Nyx snarled. “Narci told me.”

Meggie ignored the hurt settling into her at Digger’s betrayal, worsened by his lack of a denial. Nyx wasn’t the most reliable source. Had she mentioned any other of her family—except Johnnie—besides Digger, Meggie would’ve called her a liar.

“Meggie, listen to me—” Digger started, still not denying Nyx’s accusations.

For days, Christopher had searched for ways to make Meggie cry and she’d been dry. Over the years, she’d cried buckets for so many different reasons. Hearing Digger disliked her so much that he disparaged her toNyxof all people hurt Meggie deeply and sent tears to her eyes. At the worst possible moment, in front of her biggest hater.

A tear slipped down her cheek, and she sniffled. Nyx cackled.

“Come to my room, baby,” a biker—Chains, Tiny, Zephyr, Dementor, Exorcist, she wasn’t sure—called. “My cock down your throat will make you forget your tears.”

Nyx reached for Meggie again, but the entire situation threw her off-kilter, shocked her, infuriated her, and crushed her. Their disrespect reached new heights.

Instead of allowing Digger to intervene, Meggie shoved him hard enough to send him into a chair, knocking it and him to the floor, then she balled her fist and punched Nyx with all her might. The third hit was so hard, Nyx flew backward, hit a stool, and dropped to the floor like a stone. For good measure, she kicked Nyx a few times, not caring that her own toes stung.

“Oh, goddamn.”

At the sound of CJ’s shocked words, Meggie paused mid-kick, turning toward the door. She planted her feet on the floor. The stunned gazes of her potato, the Triplets, and Mortician—the absolute silence of the club—washed over her. Everyone stared at her. She didn’t care. She’d hadenough.

She glared amongst the bikers who were there, then met Narci’s panicked gaze. “If you don’t want to die, promise me this willneverhappen again.” She nodded to the monitors. “Stretch will hear me. He won’t show the footage to Christopher, but hewillkeep it.”

Mortician walked over to Meggie and tipped her chin, assessing her face. Seeing no injuries, he lifted her hand. Her knuckles were bloody.

“Why you checking her first and not me?” Digger demanded, still sitting on the floor.

“’Cause you a well-known dumbass,” Mortician snapped. “You too fucking old to be act so brand new. You lucky I’m not fucking shooting you, motherfucker. Now, get the fuck out my goddamn face.”