Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (10 page)

“Fuck off, asshole.” Stretch still didn’t move. He might have to sit under the tree another hour or so, although he wished he could stand, so Cash wouldn’t be looming over him. “If Fee was the reason I didn’t want to come, I would’ve told you.”

Cash ignored him. “We agreed if we didn’t see each other together, we wouldn’t see each other separately.”

“This isn’t some rendezvous. I ran into Stretch on my way to the club.”

Cash took in Fee’s appearance, stared at her mouth, her waist, and her legs. He made a step toward her, then backed up.

Though Stretch realized
Cash
had made the decree, Fee’s presence warranted it. He’d never forgive her if he lost Cash because of her.

“I have to go,” she said, looking at Cash, waiting for something he wouldn’t give to her.

He’d always refused to give even a little control to Stretch, too.

“Fee.” Cash grabbed her arm. “I’m going to call you soon. I just have a few things to take care of.”

“If I’m available, I’ll take your call.”

“Don’t be like that.” He dropped his voice to a coaxing whisper, stroking her arm. “It just shocked me to see you two together.”

Cash sounded jealous. If by chance he
was
, who was it toward?

“Stop, Cash.” Fee reclaimed her arm and moved away. “It doesn’t matter who I’m with, so stop with your games.”

Cash looked a little taken aback. “Didn’t we agree…?”

“We did,” she interrupted. “To whatever you said. But I’m not going to ignore Stretch if I run across him.”

“Well, give us a kiss goodbye, sweetness,” he said, recovering fast.

“Bye, Cash.” Fee started off, then halted. “Bye, Stretch,” she added, hurrying off.

“I came to check on you and I find you frolicking with Fee?”

“I’m not explaining a fucking thing to you. You saw what you wanted to see.”

“I saw you touching her and her touching you.”

“So?” Stretch challenged.

“So, nothing. Drop it.”

Cash wouldn’t admit fuck-all, so Stretch snapped his mouth shut.

“Your leg’s hurting?”

“Yes.” Stretch’s attention kept straying to Fee and how soft she’d felt against him when they’d been rolling around. “As usual.”

“I’m taking the van, so I’ll come around and pick you up.”

“Right, I’d hoped I was wrong about today being the day of your death. Your epitaph will read
here lies a stupid motherfucker
.”

“I know what I’m doing, so are you coming or what?”

“If you bring me some pain killers and my drink, yes, I’ll accompany you.”

Stretch would see this fucked-up mission through to the gruesome end. Maybe, Outlaw’s ass-beating would knock away some of Cash’s arrogance. Or a hail of bullets would put them both out of their misery and leave Fee to find a man who deserved her.

“What the fuck?”

Val’s shock drew Christopher’s attention in the same direction that his RC stared. Parked near Christopher’s pickup, Johnnie’s Navigator and Val’s Jeep Wrangler, was Mort’s Escalade. Christopher and Johnnie had had cages for several years, but Val and Mort got them with the birth of their kids to be able to transport them around.

Mort fit a strap at an angle around his neck and then unhooked Lou from his car seat.

Christopher guffawed with laughter. “No the fuck that motherfucker didn’t,” he muttered, as Mort strode toward them, his son strapped to his chest in a baby sling.

Johnnie flicked his cigarette away, shaking his head.

“Not a fucking word, John Boy,” Mort warned, reaching them.

Snickering, Johnnie raised his hands.

“Nobody around to keep him. I never thought I’d say this shit, but I miss Roxanne. Fuck, I forgot his diaper bag in my ride.”

“A diaper bag?” Johnnie echoed. “What the fuck, fuckhead? You can’t change your kid out in the open.”

“I can change the little motherfucker any goddamn place I want.” Mort dropped onto the bench next to Christopher and glared in the direction of the kids screaming, running, and playing. Very fucking proficiently, he freed his son and sat him on his lap. He dug in his cut and produced a pacifier, shoving it in Lou’s mouth. The kid rested on Mort’s stomach, all bundled up.

Warmer than it had been over the weekend, the sun beat down on the area. Like CJ, Christopher had long ago abandoned his jacket, although Rule hadn’t.

“You can also fucking smother him, asshole.” Val nodded to the baby. “It’s hot as fucking piss out here.”

“Bailey put him in all this. I was doing what the fuck
she
did. I’m here cuz she wanted to spend her day off with Harley. The only thing on my agenda was paying a visit to that motherfucker who telling us he not turning a profit when Digger got proof of him selling our shit. I can drop my son off later and go fuck that motherfucker up. I didn’t want Bailey to miss time with Harley.”

“You should’ve left him with Bunny.” Johnnie eyed his son chasing Devon, Val’s youngest kid. “As far as I know, she’s watching only Rebel.”

Christopher snatched his pack of smokes and a lighter. Mort knew the importance of his assignment, so he had no doubt the man would get it done.
Meanwhile
…“How the fuck you volunteerin’
my
wife helper? Don’t
your
bitch got two or three bitches assistin’ her?”

“Including Fee, Kendall has three,” Johnnie concurred. “She’s not used to keeping a house, caring for two kids, and handling cases.”

“You one shady motherfucker,” Mort said with a sigh.

“I’m not throwing shade, Mort.” Johnnie plopped his ass on the ground since Mort had taken his space on the bench. Val hadn’t sat his ass down yet in the entire hour they’d been there. “Kendall needs all hands on deck. An extra kid will take Ella’s focus away from—”

“Matilda,” Val inserted, resting his elbows on the back of the bench and leaning forward, “since Rory’s with you. But we understand. Kendall don’t want to share her resources.”

“True.” Drawing his knees up and relaxing his arms, Johnnie shrugged. “Kendall and I have reached a happy place. I’ll give her this.”

Christopher admitted that after Kendall interfered in shit she had no business in, Johnnie’s entire attitude had changed. He seemed on equal footing with his wife. Because Christopher had shot his fucking ass? “You right, John Boy,” he agreed, not caring about the reason, only happy to see the return of his cousin’s balls. “If this concession keep your bitch happy, do it.”

“She looks forward to her and Megan’s brunches.”

Still not believing Kendall was Megan’s friend, Christopher kept his opinion to himself. He stretched out his legs and folded his arms. “You heard from Roxy, Mort?”

“Here and there, Prez. She look like she put our asses down.” He tightened his hold on his son, making the kid jump before he dozed off again. “Bailey miss her mama a lot.”

“Roxy needs the break. When she’s here, all she ever does is take care of the kids and listen to whatever problems the girls have,” Johnnie said, neglecting to add that Kendall took up most of Roxy’s time. Even beyond her own girl.

Johnnie’s relationship with Mort’s ma-in-law had started off rocky. She’d never hesitated to set Kendall straight. Since Roxy was the only one who could get through to Kendall, Johnnie had started appreciating her, even enlisting her help a time or two.

Mort stared toward the parking area. “Prez, this boys’ day, right?”

Without responding, Christopher gazed in that direction and saw Cash striding their way, holding the hand of that white-haired Bob bitch with the wide mouth. The same bitch Christopher had put in her fucking place for looking at CJ the wrong way. Stretch followed close behind, his expression less than pleased.

“What the fuck she doin’ here?” Christopher demanded, the moment the three of them got into range.

Cash kissed the back of the chick’s hand. “She’s my new favorite toy.”

She had a gorgeous body, displayed in a short skirt and a low-cut, tight top. Every other week, Cash had a new bitch on his arm, while Stretch looked on in misery. He should tell Cash to go and fuck himself. The club treasurer had enough fucking issues, without having to watch Cash flaunt bitch after bitch. Yeah, Stretch engaged in threesomes with Cash and his women sometimes, but more often than not, he stood on the outside looking in.

However, Christopher didn’t need this bitch around him, with CJ’s presence. Christopher never lied to Megan about women in his company, but CJ’s version of their run-in with the whore, last year, had pissed her off completely.

“I make a very good toy,” she cooed.

Johnnie stretched out on the grass, sneaking a look at her tits before staring at the sky.

She poked her chest out and,
some-fucking-how,
her tits damn near touched Christopher’s fucking face. He stood, not appreciating her games. Judging by her smirk, she knew what the fuck she was doing. He’d warned her not to fuck with him. “This day for us and our fuckin’ boys. No fuckin’ sluts allowed.”

Cash pulled her into his side and stroked her back. “She’s the head slut, Outlaw. Be nice. She’s willing to demonstrate her skills for all of you.”

Christopher narrowed his eyes. “You out your motherfuckin’ mind?”

“Dude, you can’t be suggesting she suck our dicks, can you?” Johnnie asked, like a stupid motherfucker.

That’s exactly what the fuck Cash was suggesting.

“It’s all in good fun,” Cash argued. “Just a quick dick suck. Nothing that should even upset the girls,
if
they found out.”

“I’ll make your toes curl,” she promised. “I know how to twirl my tongue around your cockhead to drive you insane.”

Val clapped his hands over his eyes and whistled.

Mort snorted, tightening his hold on his son.

“You a funny motherfucker,” Christopher growled to Cash, angered that the Bob’s words had any effect on him. However, hearing them gave him a dick rise. Even if he was imagining the way Megan sucked his cock, it still felt wrong to get a hard-on from another woman’s words. “Get her the fuck outta my fuckin’ face.”

“Just for curiosity,” Johnnie began, still staring at the sky, the one that hadn’t fucking changed in all the minutes he’d been looking at it. “If we had decided to take you up on your offer, what about our sons?”

The Bob shrugged and closed the distance between them, coming to where he’d moved to get away from her. Grabbing his arm, she blinked in an exaggerated manner. “I’d do you all one at a time,” she answered in a breathy voice, that amused Christopher as much as it annoyed him. “All you big, strong men could take care of five little boys. Even if two of you came with me at a time, that would still leave four behind,” she reasoned.

Johnnie smirked. “You have this all figured out, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Forgetting Christopher, she honed in on Johnnie, stopping next to him. From his position on the ground and her pose, he had a view up her skirt. He shot to his feet and shoved her out of the way.

“You the stupid fuckhead who encouraged her with your questions,” Mort pointed out, then glared at a still-whistling Val. “Man, shut the fuck up. That shit working on my goddamn nerves.”

CJ glanced at Christopher, taking in the scene in a heartbeat and changing the direction he ran in just as fast. He reached them, his brow furrowed as he glanced from Christopher to the Bob.

“Uncle Chris!” Diesel called before CJ got his fucking thoughts together and started asking questions.

They made a day of it at the park, so Diesel always met them after school. One reason they’d chosen this park was it was close enough for Diesel to walk to and meet them but private enough where motherfuckers wouldn’t disturb them.

A year behind in school due to his time on the streets, Diesel would be seventeen in a few months. He was thriving now, a fact both Megan and Diesel attributed to Christopher.

He didn’t want that credit, but they insisted, so he shut the fuck up.

“Uncle Chris?” Diesel repeated, his gaze falling on the Bob’s tits.

She grinned. Diesel blushed. CJ squinted and Christopher scowled at this big fucking-disaster-in-the-making. He wanted to fuck Cash up.

“Want to come hang with us?” Cash asked Diesel. “Leave these boring old men to their families.”

“Can I?” Diesel asked hopefully.

Christopher knew Diesel was fucking. Several times, he’d taken him for burgers to talk to him without interference from small kids or Megan. She’d set herself up as his mother-figure, and wouldn’t appreciate discovering he used his dick for more than pissing.

Shit was different at this particular moment, especially with CJ there. Besides, this bitch offering her pussy was at least thirty. Fuck!
He’d
fucked older bitches at Diesel’s age, so what the fuck was his problem?

“I miss mother.” Rory’s voice prevented Christopher’s harsh ‘no’ to Diesel.

“What’s a mother?” CJ asked. “You got to add fucker.”

CJ scrunched his face up when everyone started laughing, clearly fucking clueless.

“A mother is a mom,” Rory explained, frowning.

“A ma a mom,” CJ corrected.

“You both right,” Christopher inserted, controlling his laughter. His kids never bored him. “You can call a girl ma, mom, mommie, momma, and mother.”

“Then what’s a motherfucker?” CJ’s question started the guffaws all over again.

“I know what a motherfucker is,” Ryan announced, leading Devon and Rule to them. “Daddy said a motherfucker a friend or somebody that annoys you.”

Noticing Rory’s avid interest, Johnnie attempted to look serious. “You’re giving your kid definitions of cuss words?”

“We can’t tell mommie,” Ryan went on. “She’ll make Daddy sleep on the sofa.”

“Shut up, Ryan,” Val ordered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “As if you motherfuckers don’t sleep on the sofa sometimes.”

“
My
ass don’t,” Christopher said. “Ain’t ever as long as me and Megan been together.”