Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (27 page)

Slipper mentioned to Christopher that she’d been at the club looking for him, then went to his table to say hello. Cash was already fucked up by then. Still, Christopher knew a smokescreen when it was right the fuck in front of him. If she’d wanted to see him, she would’ve called or fucking texted. He’d take Megan’s advice and wait and fucking see, allowing them just enough rope to hang themselves, before he moved in for the kill.

But there was something else between them that he couldn’t put his finger on. Tension he couldn’t understand. It seemed to go deeper than fear of him finding out

“Um…” Fee cleared her throat. “Er, what happened to you?”

Cash tensed. As well he fucking should. Fee was going through a fucking pretense, when Christopher fucking knew she
was
fucking aware of their injuries.

Stretch gripped the edge of the bar so tightly his fingertips turned white. Fee glanced at him with piss-poor nonchalance.

“Nothing,” Cash said in a hard voice, despite the black eyes, swollen jaw, and bruised cheeks.

“The motherfucker got goddamn jokes, Fee.” Christopher studied his little sister. “Just cuz he fuck bitches, he thought it a good fuckin’ idea for us to fuckin’ do it. After he finished tryna get me to fuck him up, him and Stretch took her back to his place and fucked her.”

The real hurt in Fee’s eyes morphed into feigned confusion. “What?”

Returning to his seat, Christopher clenched his jaw and balled his fists so he wouldn’t pull his nine and blast Cash to fuck and back for fucking with Fee after Christopher warned the motherfucker away.

“I understand if you want to die alone,” Fee spat, glaring at Cash and Stretch, and dropping her guard. “But how could you mess with Christopher and Meggie?”

“It wasn’t just Christopher and Megan, Fee.” Johnnie wasn’t picking up on the violent vibes that only a girl fucking motherfuckers would give off, after discovering said motherfuckers had fucked another bitch. “It was all of us. Daphne was ready to suck all our cocks.”

At the mention of Daphne’s name, Megan stiffened. Christopher scrubbed a hand over his eyes.

“You’re both assholes,” Fee snarled, turning and almost running over Zoann as her, Bailey, and Kendall trooped in. “I’m leaving.”

Zoann caught Fee’s arms. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Did you know Cash brought a girl to the park the other day?” Fee screeched.

Releasing Fee, Zoann stepped back and nodded. “Yes,” she answered, heading to the bar and going behind it. She lined glasses up on the counter and grabbed a bottle of vodka. “Since I’ve already addressed the issue with my husband, I’ve decided not to fuck up Cash.” She gave Cash the once over. “I can’t believe you could be so disrespectful. If you ever make the mistake of repeating that, you won’t live to see your next birthday.”

“Really, Zoann,” Kendall said coolly. “You’ve turned into a lady thug now?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Zoann snapped, slamming the bottle onto the bar. “You were as unhappy as the rest of us. It looks like Christopher has already fucked him up, so it’s unnecessary for one of us to do it.”

“Maybe Meggie has cause to,” Kendall retorted. “Wasn’t it Cash who brought Daphne on? Now, the woman is sleeping with your—”

“Don’t you dare say it,” Megan warned. “Christopher isn’t sleeping with anyone but
me
.”

“You’re walking around in a little dress like usual, Meggie,” Kendall said. “It still didn’t stop Outlaw from noticing another woman. He’s fucking human. She could walk around naked and he’ll still look at other women. That’s what men do.”

“Including Johnnie,” Zoann said. “As far as I can see, he seems pretty taken with Meggie’s little dress.”

“Omigod, you two!” Megan huffed out a breath. “Shut up. Johnnie doesn’t care what I’m wearing. Kendall looks pretty awesome in her pants suit.”

Bailey went to a bar stool and sat, crossing her legs, bared in denim cutoffs. “Let’s not argue. We were discussing the possibility of christenings for Rebel, Rule, and Ryder, and enjoying our fabulous drink.”

“What fuckin’ christenins?” Christopher asked, not knowing about anything where he’d have to go into church.

“The twins were born when Sharper was on the loose and Ryder is only a few months old. None of them have been christened,” Megan reminded him. “We should change that.”

That meant he had to deal with Wilcunt. While the little assfuck wasn’t as much of an assfuck with his honorary membership, Christopher still preferred
not
fucking with him.

“What drink you had, pretty girl?” Mort asked, leering at Bailey’s legs.

“Pink Panties,” Bailey answered, her green-brown eyes brighter than normal.

Mort snickered. “Pink Drawers got you lit?”

“Pink
Panties
, Antichrist,” Zoann corrected. “Vodka, cool whip, and pink lemonade.”

Val squinted his eyes. “Fuck, Puff, you kind of tipsy, too, huh?”

As Zoann nodded, Christopher studied Megan. The clarity in her eyes told him she hadn’t tasted the concoction. She liked creating new drinks, but he couldn’t remember her ever indulging. Kendall sat next to Bailey and reached for one of the glasses Zoann had poured vodka into. Taking a glass, she polished off the liquor.

“Matilda needs to be christened, too,” Kendall announced, holding out her glass so Zoann could pour more vodka into it.

Megan took a seat at the closest table. “Let’s plan to have a quadruple christening then.”

“No.” Kendall sat her still-empty glass on the bar. “We don’t have to celebrate all of Matilda and Ryder’s milestones together because they share birthdays.”

“Suit yourself,” Megan said as Johnnie straightened.

“We should at least consider the idea,” he said to his wife, who shook her head.

Christopher grabbed his tequila and swigged from it. “When you thinkin’ about havin’ this, baby?”

“In a few weeks.”

Irritation surged over Kendall’s face, but Stretch bringing Cash a bottle of beer interrupted whatever she’d been about to say, as Fee sent longing glances to Cash.

If Christopher confronted either Cash or Fee, they’d deny it. Of course, his boys would fucking say he was being a pussy for not just blowing Cash the fuck away. He’d once told Megan no motherfucker stayed the same. That everybody fucking grew and evolved. He’d done more growing and evolving since meeting Megan than at any other time in his life.

She’d mellowed him out. Even now, when he was sure he had fucking proof that Cash disobeyed him, he wasn’t as murderously angry as he once would’ve been. If Cash had
really
pulled the stunt with Daphne to cover a meeting with Fee, then, yeah, Christopher would have to kill him. At the moment, though, he had much more important matters at hand.

Like that fucking card Daphne claimed he gave to her.

“How would I look with blonde hair?” Kendall’s question brought conversation to a fucking halt. “The color of Meggie’s.”

“Like a fucking idiot,” Zoann grumbled.

Kendall glared at Zoann and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I’ve always heard blondes have more fun.”

Wrinkling her nose, Fee cleared her throat. “Your red hair is very pretty.”

“I agree,” Bailey said. “We’ve said that to you often enough, Kendall.”

“What do you think, Meggie?” Kendall pressed.

Squeezing the bridge of his nose, Johnnie sighed.

“It’s your hair, Kendall,” Megan told her. “Color it purple if it makes you happy.”

“Really, Meggie?” Kendall slurred. “You’re
pouting
with me like a fucking child. Remind me why again. Oh, that’s right. You think
I
have something to do with the card Outlaw gave to Daphne.
Anything
other than blaming him. Is it your guilt for not supporting my quest to return to the law firm making you believe I should retaliate? Remember I didn’t start this. Cash, Daphne, and Outlaw did.”

“Don’t bring Cash into this,” Fee snapped. “Christopher has beat him up enough. Next time he’ll kill him.”

Horror washed over Cash’s face at Fee defending him. His guilty look further solidified Christopher’s suspicions.

“I fuckin’ intended to kill the motherfucker
this
time,” he growled. “Megan callin’ and sayin’ she had breakfast stopped me.”

“What difference does it make to you, Fee?” Kendall said crossly. “He fucked you once or twice, last year, so now you’re championing him? If you want Cash, you’re going to have to take Stretch, too. Cash is never giving him up and Stretch is more long-suffering than Meggie.”

“Fucking Red,” Mortician said under his breath.

Bailey shifted and Fee’s mouth dropped open. If looks could kill, Cash and Stretch would’ve fucked up Kendall, while Val shook his head.

“I’m not long-suffering, Kendall,” Megan snapped into the uncomfortable silence. “As for Fee, she and Cash are friends. She could defend him if she wants to. What Stretch and Cash does, behind closed doors, is their business, so stay out of it.”

Christopher swigged from his bottle again. “At the fuckin’ moment, I ain’t fuckin’ up Cash over Fee. That ain’t my priority. Once this shit with Daphne settled, yeah. Not fuckin’ now, though.”

Yelling at the top of his lungs, CJ ran into the room, and weaved through the tables, leading a line of children, including Rule and Rebel, Rory, Devon, Ryan, and Harley. She and Rebel had already bonded. Together, they maneuvered around the boys, halting CJ.

“After this shit over, I’ma make him bleed if I find out he goin’ against my rules,” Christopher added as the girls reached CJ.

He grabbed their hands and took off running back out of the room, screaming for his cousins to follow.

“If Johnnie gave a girl a card, I wouldn’t fuck him,” Kendall persisted. “Yet, you’re still dressing for Outlaw and sleeping with him, Meggie. That’s why I say you’re long suffering.”

“Kendall, please drop it,” Johnnie growled.

“Meggie didn’t say she dressed for Christopher,” Zoann said in exasperation, grabbing cans of hot pineapple juice.

“What was that crap she was talking about then?” Kendall asked “Being married and keeping yourself up and all that she said. You directed your comments to me and the baby weight I’m still carrying. You have the genes to bounce back after your pregnancies. Most of us don’t.”

“This is making my head hurt,” Fee complained. “Is it any wonder watching this might scare off other people from marriage and commitment?”

Fee alluded to motherfucking Cash again. “If a motherfucker ain’t built for relationships, he ain’t built for relationships. No fuckin’ body changin’ that, Fee.”

Her shoulders slumping, she pursed her mouth.

A gleam entered Kendall’s eyes. “Is that right? Didn’t you change for your wife?”

Determined to ignore her as much as possible, Christopher didn’t respond.

“I wasn’t talking about your baby weight,” Megan said with a tired sigh. “You’re gorgeous. If you have extra pounds, we don’t see it.”

Folding her arms, Kendall sniffed. “Then what did you mean?”

“It was just girl talk,” Megan said.

“No.” Kendall staggered to her feet and went to the table where Megan sat.

Christopher pondered how far that bitch intended to go to provoke him. No fucking wonder John Boy had asked about enjoying Daphne’s flirtations. His bitch was too focused on getting Christopher’s attention. Bitch being drunk aside, she fucking knew going to where Megan sat would get his goddamn focus.

“You started talking your girl talk after I asked you why didn’t you leave the other day?” Kendall said. “Instead of answering me, you started saying that you want to keep yourself up. Keep his attention.”

“You’re taking her words out of context,” Bailey protested. “We were talking about sex. Remember? And how we needed to keep our priorities straight.”

Mort cocked his head to the side. “What that mean, Bailey?”

At Zoann’s dirty glance, Val flushed and looked away.

“It means we’re wondering if this has blown up between Christopher and Meggie because we’ve all been married for several years now,” Zoann said. “Maybe, that girl appealed to you.”

“No, it means you, Meggie, and Bailey think you’re walking vaginas for your husbands,” Kendall retorted. “That slut would only appeal to their dicks. Me and Johnnie love each other on a deeper level.”

“Which is where the fuck he’s going to have to dig,” Zoann snarled. “Deep below the surface of the earth where I bury you if you don’t shut up.”

“Red, c’mon,” Mortician said before Kendall answered. “You know we don’t see them that way.”

It seemed as if Cash’s shit had affected more than just Christopher and Megan.

Bailey grabbed the pineapple juice and vodka Zoann handed her. “Lucas,” she said after she’d tasted the drink, “what did you really think of Daphne?”

Fuck, where the fuck was Roxanne when they needed her? A wrong answer had the potential to disintegrate into a big argument. If Roxanne was there, she’d know what to say to lighten the mood.