Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (14 page)

Christopher doubted CJ had put together in his head what was wrong about another woman being around him. He only knew it
was
wrong.

He also knew just what the fuck to say to get his ma’s attention.

She kneeled down. “The pretty girl with the white hair?” she repeated.

“Uh huh. That girl, Mommie. That girl you know.”

Her brows drawn together, Megan looked up at Christopher, then back to their son. “Mommie and Daddy know a lot of girls. Gurly has white hair. Is that who you’re talking about? The nice, older lady?”

“No, Mommie,” he said in exasperation. “That
other
girl that got white hair. The one that say I cute.”

Another glance up at him, showing a small bit of uncertainty. “Oh, um…”

“That girl that got her tits out. Remember?” he asked, digging Christopher’s grave and burying him. “That girl that say she got money from ‘Law.”

Megan cleared her throat, still not ready to believe the worst of Christopher, knowing whatever CJ was trying to say wasn’t accurate. “Daphne, you mean?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Daddy wouldn’t bring Daphne to the park, CJ.”

Christopher hadn’t even known her fucking name.

“Uh-huh, Mommie. Him did. Her was right next to ‘Law just like her say he like her to be.”

Megan stilled, like she’d fucking gazed over her shoulder, saw Sodom, and fucking turned into salt.

“That girl you don’t like, Mommie, cuz she want Daddy.”

To be fair, he’d never heard about whatever the fuck CJ was talking about. Beyond seeing that bitch in the clubhouse, the
only
time Christopher had ever brought her in his office was to give her some fucking money to have her car repaired, on Cash’s request. It had been so inconsequential, he’d fucking forgotten about it until now. Besides, Megan knew if the Dwellers’ club girls needed monetary help, they got it from club funds.

“Her say I listen good when her and Daddy got to talk about stuff. Her say I play by the bar while her and Daddy in his office. Remember that girl?” he prodded.

“She was at the park with you, sweet potato?” Megan whispered, her tone caught between disbelief and the dawning realization that CJ spoke the truth.

“Uh-huh. By Daddy. Her kept smiling at ‘Law and ‘Law kept smiling back.” He gave her a grave look. “’Law told me to go play.”

Megan shot to her feet and stumbled back, the pulse point at her throat beating rapidly. “You were there to play with your cousins,” she reminded him.

CJ tugged Megan’s shirt again. “Why her came to the park by daddy?”

“She wasn’t…” Megan glanced between Christopher and CJ and opened her mouth, trying again. “Daddy wouldn’t…”

She swallowed. Judging by her look, her mind spun, replaying every run-in she’d ever had with
that girl
. If she put together every insinuation the girl had ever made with CJ’s explanation, she’d come to some pretty fucked up conclusions.

This was so fucking bad. CJ had picked out only the parts pertaining to Christopher. He hadn’t mentioned Diesel or Cash or even the fact that Christopher told Cash he’d
never
cheat. All the fuck he knew was a bitch who shouldn’t have been there, had shown up.

A heavy, deafening silence filled the space between them.

He’d talk before CJ opened his mouth again and got him in deeper shit. “Baby, ain’t what you thinkin’.”

“How do you know
what
I’m thinking, Christopher?” Megan snarled, throwing him one of her die-now-motherfucker looks.

“Let me fuckin’ explain.”

She spun to the stove and turned off the burner. “There’s nothing to explain, Christopher. Every time me and Bunny go to the club and Daphne’s there, she gives me crap. Always talking about
us
and
them
. She walks around the club like she owns it.”

“I ain’t fuckin’ know about this shit, Megan,” he yelled, seeing where this was leading. Motherfucking Cash. “If you woulda told me about the problems she was givin’ you, I woulda told Cash to get rid of her.”

She glared at him, then looked at their boy. “Come on, CJ. We’re going for a ride.”

Instead of allowing her to leave, Christopher grabbed her and spun her around.

“What the fuck you doin’?”

“Leaving. Going for a ride. Getting away from you.”

Growling in frustration, he shook her. “Baby, look at me.”

When she raised her gaze to him, the tears in her eyes cut through him. All the tiny enjoyment he’d gotten out of Cash’s stunt today went to fucking hell.

“I ain’t ever touchin’ no other bitch. I swear.”

“Why was she at the park, Christopher? With our sons,” she spat, torn between anger and hurt. Betrayal.

“Cash brought her,” he answered.

She fell silent and studied him, but even though she was hurt and angry, she
still
trusted him. Hope that he was telling the truth glimmered in her watery eyes. Holding her face between his hands, he thumbed away the wetness on her cheeks.

“You can call him and ask him,” he croaked.

“Why did he bring her to the park?” she demanded. “One of the girls who’s kept under club protection to pleasure the brothers. What reason would he have to bring her to the park on the day you’re supposed to be bonding with CJ and Rule?”

“Megan, fuck. The motherfucker was drinking or smoking. I ain’t in his fuckin’ head to say why he thought I’d want this bitch to suck my cock, but I ain’t let her fuckin’ do it.”

Fuck, that came out so fucking wrong. But he was panicking as she went from hurt to anger to betrayal to disbelief before starting her emotional cycle all over again. She’d always told him she wouldn’t tolerate cheating. That she’d leave.

“You wanted her to suck you off,” she yelled, not caring who fucking heard. Not even their kids.

The motherfuckers buried across town in the cemetery heard her.

“No! Fuck.” He shook her again, to put some fucking sense into her. “She was sayin’ all kinds of shit, baby. I’ma fuckin’ man, Megan. My cock got hard but I was fuckin’ thinkin’ about
you
.”

“She still made you hard!” She flailed her arms in an effort to get away, but he tightened his hold.

He was going to motherfucking
kill
Cash.

“Megan, you know I ain’t cheatin’ on you,” he said, desperate. “You
know
that. I think you more fuckin’ mad cuz it’s a bitch you fuckin’ hate. A bitch who don’t know her goddamn place with you. The anger you fuckin’ feel for
her
you takin’ out on me.”

Grasping at fucking straws, he found any reason she might be so angry with him, except the obvious one, knowing CJ’s presentation hadn’t fucking helped matters.

Megan held his gaze and her chin wobbled. “She’s pretty and popular. All the men just adore her accommodating attitude.”

“I fuckin’ love you. I know you hate them club bitches around me. They just near me when I can’t fuckin’ help it.”

She lowered her lashes and he hugged her tight to him. At first, she stood stiffly, then she relented and wrapped her arms around his waist.

He kissed the top of her head. “She real pretty, Megan,” he whispered, always honest with her. “But no girl ever touch how fuckin’ perfect and beautiful you be. In my eyes, you the most gorgeous little bitch in the fuckin’ world.”

“Why did CJ say you had the pretty girl?”

“This gonna sound fucked up, baby,” he admitted on a sigh. “But she was fuckin’ closest to my ass. Cash brought her there for
me
.”

She pulled away, confusion denting all her other emotions. “Why would he do that?”

“It got something to do with Fee.” At her narrowing look, he explained his theory. “That shit he did was just to throw me the fuck off.”

Instead of answering, she went to the center island and sat. Until Christopher noticed CJ watching her, he’d forgotten his boy remained. He wanted to send him away, but, fuck, he had to make sure Megan understood the situation. If he took his attention away from her to address CJ, she might escape before they cleared the air.

“Say something, baby.” He sounded like a pathetic assfuck, even in his own head. Right now, he didn’t fucking care. He’d get down on his motherfucking knees if he had to. “Megan, you my fuckin’ everything. I ain’t doin’ shit to fuck us up. I know you know that cuz, otherwise, you woulda brought what the fuck that bitch said, to my attention a long time ago. You walk out, you might as well fuckin’ take a knife and carve my fuckin’ heart out. You my soul. My heart. My life.”

“I know,” she said around sniffles, blinking away her tears. “But you had to teach me everything about sex. I didn’t bring any experience to our bed, like Daphne. Or…or Kendall did with Johnnie.”

“If you tryna get even with me by mentionin’ John Boy…” He snapped his mouth shut and growled again.
Kendall
. Getting the fuck in Megan’s head again. They’d had their brunch thing. Last week, Megan came home angry. This week, she was upset. Fuck, whatever the fuck she said to Megan had also made this situation worse.

Just what the fuck he deserved. He’d been the stupid motherfucker who let Kendall live when he’d had the chance to fuck her up.

Cautiously, he approached Megan.

“I taught you how to fuck, baby,” he whispered to her. “And you know just what the fuck to do to please me.”

She nodded, accepting his words. Believing in him. “I love you so much, Christopher,” she said, starting to cry. “You’d just break me if you ever went with another woman.”

He tipped her chin up. “I know, baby. I ain’t ever hurtin’ you like that. This just the fuckin’ reason I don’t want Cash with Fee. The motherfucker all about fun and games. With us, he a solid motherfucker. In relationships, he not good. He don’t respect his or nobody else’s.”

She got to her feet and stared at the stove, as if she’d forgotten what the fuck she’d been doing. She looked at him. “Daphne left with Cash?”

Before he could answer, CJ piped in, “Deel, too. Uncle Cash say him gonna have fun.”

“
What
?”

Christopher scrubbed a hand over his face at Megan’s outrage. There was no fucking explaining his way out of this situation.

He expected her to scream, holler, and throw shit at him. Instead, she did something even worse—looked at him with so much disappointment, it felt like a physical blow to Christopher.

“The minute he gets in…Never mind, tell him I’m driving him to school myself tomorrow.” With one last glare, she ran out of the kitchen.

CJ looked up at him. “Mommie mad?”

“Yeah, boy,” Christopher said quietly. “She fuckin’ pissed.”

For the rest of the evening, Megan avoided him. She avoided their kids’ rooms when Christopher went to say goodnight, by doing it earlier than usual, her movements captured on the CCTV Stretch had connected to Christopher’s phone. She’d already changed for bed, wearing a short robe that revealed her legs but hid what she wore underneath. Her pussy could be out; she might be in one of his shirts; or she could be in her own clothes.

If wondering what she wore and missing her being at his side as he visited their kids, wasn’t torture enough, she skipped out on joining him for their alone time, where they discussed the day’s events. Laughed over stupid shit. Sometimes, even listened to music. Then, while he locked up, she went to their room to prepare for bed.

Tonight, he sat by himself in the den. When Diesel texted to say he was on his way home, Megan didn’t respond, though these types of texts from Diesel went to both his and Megan’s phones.

Christopher waited until Diesel came in before he stood, ignoring the chill in the air. “Megan takin’ you to school tomorrow.”

He needed to talk to the boy, but not tonight.

Diesel’s eyes widened, understanding what the announcement meant. “You told her?”

“Fuck no. CJ told her.”

“Awww, man, Uncle Chris, why? Can’t you tell him to stop telling her everything?”

“He just lookin’ out for her. None of this bullshit shoulda happened, Diesel.”

Uneasiness sliding across his face, he considered Christopher’s statement. “Will you kick me out?”

“What? Fuck no! This shit ain’t nothin’ that serious.”

“Does Aunt Meggie feel that way, too?”

Christopher hated the boy’s lack of security, and rushed to reassure him. “Listen up, boy. Ain’t nothin’ ever makin’ us turn you out. Only thing that would make me do that is if you fuck with my wife or my kids. Then, you ain’t gotta sweat cuz I’d shoot the fuck outta you, and call it a day. Okay? So stop fuckin’ worryin’.”

Exhaling in relief, Diesel grinned. “At least life isn’t boring, huh?”

Christopher shrugged, and started toward the staircase, his footsteps echoing in the silence.

“Good night, Uncle Chris,” Diesel called, as he headed to his bedroom on the second floor.