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on club property. That had been a fucking nightmarish operation in the middle of the night. Mutt, Jeff, and a few other law enforcement officials in their pocket had stood guard as they transported the guns from a warehouse by the docks. Those fucking weapons were an albatross around their necks. Acquired at an exorbitant price, it was currently a clear loss for the club.  
    “Gentlemen,” a gravelly voice said into the silence and Johnnie jerked his head toward the laptop, the screen now facing them. A dark-haired man lounged behind a desk, two armed men on each side of him.  
    Instead of filling Johnnie in, they’d connected to someone via Skype. When had he become so outside of the officers and their knowledge of club happenings?  
    “Before ya go declining me again, hear my terms, Outlaw.”  
    Casually, Christopher lit a cigarette and took a few puffs. “We fuckin’ done with you, McCallister. I paid your fuckin’ ass a big bank. The deal ain’t meant to be. Otherwise, it already woulda fuckin’ happen.”  
    “Superstitious are ya now?”  
    “Fuckin’ realistic.”  
    “You’re sitting on the arms.”  
    “Brooks open his fuckin’ mouth, yeah?”  
    “Oh, indeed, Outlaw. He’s concerned on your behalf.”  
    Brooks had assisted in the negotiations to have McCallister’s money returned. He was the one who’d fielded McCallister in the first place and then brought him to Christopher to purchase the arms.  
    “Ain’t necessary for no concern, since I ain’t dealin’ with your fuckin’ ass. The deal been dead in the fuckin’ water for months. Why fuckin’ revive it?”  
    “For the money.”  
    “Not all fuckin’ money worth the bullshit.”  
    McCallister laughed. “I have only one stipulation. You deliver the arms personally before Christmas and I’ll be a happy man.”  
    “Your ass would be, but my fuckin’ ass would be a unhappy motherfucker, so my answer the same. Fuck, no.”  
    “Anyway I may change your mind, Outlaw?”  
    “Nope, but I wanna know why you specifically askin’ for my ass?”  
    “Do ya know why I decided to renegotiate and accept the money back, instead of taking issue with the amount of time that had gone by with no delivery?”  
    “Nope.”  
    McCallister lifted a brow. “You’re lucky Brooks warned me about your ways. Otherwise, your attitude might make me a very unhappy man”  
    Releasing smoke and tamping out his cigarette, Christopher frowned. “Did the motherfucker also tell you I ain’t takin’ too fuckin’ kind to fuckin’ threats? Especially from motherfuckers not man e-fuckin-nuff to come right the fuck out and say he wanna fuck my ass up.”  
    “Let’s keep this cordial.” McCallister’s eyes took on a wintry hue, his pose suddenly tense. “We needn’t disconnect as mortal enemies.”  
    Christopher opened his mouth to speak, undoubtedly to blast McCallister with words.  
    Although they attended the meeting more as a show of force and support for Christopher, just as McCallister’s men were, Johnnie couldn’t remain silent. “He’s right,” he interrupted. “It won’t hurt to listen to his reasons.”  
    “Aww, a man of reason,” McCallister chortled. “Johnnie, I presume.”  
    “Brooks mentioned me too, I take it,” Johnnie said dryly, ignoring the dark look Christopher turned on him.  
    “Let’s cut to the heart of the matter. The guns that I still need. I so kindly overlooked your unprofessionalism in our first arrangement. Too many people involved. I needed to remain under the radar, not murder a wealthy attorney with a socialite wife, cops—albeit dirty ones—and motorcycle men. This way, if Outlaw comes and something goes awry, it’ll be easy to take out my frustrations on him.”  
    “And start a fucking war between our outfits,” Cash called.  
    “Yeah, son. No fucking way you’d kill Outlaw and not get a bullet or ten in your fucking ass,” Mortician pointed out.