Page 8 of Remorseless

“Perhaps, but she’s right so back the fuck off,” Cee Cee warned.

“You’re on my turf, Cee Cee. I might not want you to leave alive.”

“Then I suppose you don’t want Osti to survive,” Cee Cee said calmly. “You don’t think I’d come here defenseless, do you, motherfucker?”

Sharper gaped at Cee Cee. “Where is he?” he managed.

“When I walk out alive, he’ll return alive. You get him back exactly how the fuck I leave here.” He glowered at Patricia. He hadn’t forgotten how she’d flown to Richmond under the guise of missing him a month after he attacked Zoann.

His gaze never leaving hers, he walked closer. Only Big Joe had the same swagger, the same male beauty, as Cee Cee.

He grabbed her throat, his eyes burning with anger. “You left me on the verge of death, cunt. You fucking poisoned me.”

She didn’t flinch. He was blaming her becausehewas pussy crazed? She wouldn’t accept responsibility. “You allowed me to visit.” His mistake, which he’d soon realize. She’d met his current favorite slut, October, and vowed to see her suffer. She’d also met Celia, his daughter, for the first time, and Celia’s many bastards. “You hurt my daughter.”

“Bitch, Logan hurt my son for years and you turned your fucking head.”

“My mistake. I should’ve poisoned Logan instead of smothered Elmira.”

Not much shocked her husband. It pleased her when his eyes flared in shock. As he studied her, he dragged on his cigarette, then turned his head and released the smoke. A smile curved his mouth, softening the cruelty. “You’re such a heartless cunt.”

She didn’t know if he admired or abhorred that side of her. “You cannot survive in a world of bikers and betrayal if you’re kind and forgiving.”

A lesson she learned at Cee Cee’s hand when her father sold her virginity. They’d taken something from her, and she’d never regained it. She hadn’t wanted that for her daughters, but especially Zoann, so beautiful and smart, filled with sass andcharm. While Fred was alive, he’d protected their girls and taken her Christopher under his wing.

It wasn’t until he left for a meeting and never returned that she realized what she’d lost—a kind man, who protected her and their children, who loved her in spite of her flaws.

As much as she loved Joe and…and…feltwhateverfor Cee Cee, she missed Fred. Emotions were complicated, but lust was easy. Satisfied until the next time her body demanded pleasure. Emotions tangled her up.

She’d lived with anger and resentment toward Cee Cee, and took it out on their son, behavior that shamed her. After Fred’s disappearance, Christopher stepped up to the plate and became the man of the family, though he was only twelve at the time. He protected her and his sisters. He stood up to Logan.

But her son had never beenhers. Christopher had always belonged to the club. Her legacy, Cee Cee’s legacy, grew in their son. When Big Joe finally caved to Logan’s pressure to run the club and returned to Hortensia, Patricia’s dominant role in Christopher’s life was on borrowed time.

He was the club’s future. Not Johnnie. And Daddy knew it.

“Whenarewe fucking?” Cee Cee demanded, always guided by his cock.

She’d dolled herself up extra special just to tempt him and then deny him.

“Never again,” she said coldly. Though she understood his game, his lack of reaction still disappointed her. “You hurt my daughter. Whether you intended to go through with killing Christopher, he still ended up hurt. His birthday was three months ago and I let it pass without cooking for him. I’m too ashamed to look at him.”

“If you’re trying to make me feel guilty, you aren’t,” Cee Cee growled. “I fucked the bitch. She triedto fight me. I forgave that and licked her pussy. That slut came. She got what she deserved.”

Patricia drew in a deep breath. If she attacked Cee Cee, she wouldn’t survive. Once he recovered from his attempted poisoning, he’d beaten her terribly.

But his crimes wouldn’t go unanswered. She smiled serenely. “How’s Celia and Missy?”

Missy was Celia’s eldest daughter. Sharper’s henchman, Osti, was her father. She’d gotten permission from Sharper for her retaliation.

“I’ve been on the fucking road, so I don’t know how either of those two cunts are.”

Would it even matter to Cee Cee? It was no secret how much he disliked Celia. It was only by her brother’s grace that she was under club protection. If Bash hadn’t insisted Cee Cee help her, she and her brats would’ve been dead a long time ago.

Patricia stepped out of the way and pointed to the middle shelf with the newest trophies.

He stared blankly, his gaze going from October’s head, with deep cuts in her cheeks and forehead, and her nose split open. He stared at the other severed head with her mouth agape, her hair shaved, and her eyes carved out. Recognition lit his green eyes and they widened. “Fuck! What the fuck did you do?”

“If you’re trying to make me feel guilty, you aren’t,” she parroted. “I couldn’t find your daughter, but October was your favorite whore and Missy your eldest granddaughter.”