Misfit(143)
“No, you want to fucking pen me up and force me into something I’m not ready for.”
Fee would agree on one thing. This was going too fast, spinning out of control. But she couldn’t allow his reticence when she wanted so much more. “What do you mean you’re not ready? We’ve been sleeping together for over a year,” she reminded him, her heart breaking.
Ire twisted Cash’s face. “You open your legs to me. You can keep your pussy to yourself any fucking time you want to.”
“Fuck you,” she spat, swiping at angry tears.
Gasping, Meggie jumped to her feet and hugged her.
“I can’t do this shit,” Cash declared. “This ends here and now. Tonight. All of us. We go our separate ways.”
“What?” Stretch choked out, drowning out Fee’s sobs and Meggie’s whispers.
“You fucking heard me,” Cash said. “She wants more.”
“Yes, but we can be happy with what we have. Right, Fee? Tell Cash you’re just venting.”
“I…” Fee hiccupped, wanting so bad to be able to say that. If not for her sake, then for Stretch’s. Still holding onto Meggie, she straightened. “I can’t. Despite everything that Kendall does, Johnnie loves her. He sticks by her, determined to overcome whatever challenge they face. Meggie loves Christopher so much, has such faith in him, that even evidence of another woman, didn’t shake her belief. We can have that, too. We just have to be willing to face the fire, to rise up and claim our happiness. Please, Cash? I love you and Stretch so much. He loves you, too. We love each other. Don’t do this. Don’t force me to end what we have. I can’t stay with you if you insist on hiding me.”
Hesitation slid into Cash’s face, as if he’d give in, then his expression hardened and his lips thinned. “It’s over, Ophelia. Weeks ago, I swore it would be the three of us or none of us. It’s none of us, thanks to you.”
The hurt in Stretch’s eyes made Fee cry harder and she ran to him, sitting on the sofa and hugging him tightly. He sat, frozen, not responding to her.
“Don’t tell Outlaw, Meggie,” Cash told her.
“I hadn’t planned to. Not until Fee gave me the go ahead. Don’t end it on my account.”
“You don’t know why the fuck I’m ending this, so stop with your goddamn speculation. Don’t fucking pretend you don’t find this affair disgusting.”
“I don’t,” she said softly. “But, maybe, you do, and that’s the problem.”
“Fuck off.”
“Have you lost your ever-loving fucking mind? Talking to Meggie like that, brother? She hasn’t done anything. It’s all you, Cash. You and me and Fee.”
Right on cue, the doorbell rang.
Meggie sighed. “And Mortician.”
Cash released harsh laughter. “Great. Just fucking great.”
Standing, Fee made her way to the door. Sure enough, when she opened it, the club’s too-handsome enforcer stood there. Seeing her tears, he brought his hand to his side, where he had a gun holstered.
“I’m fine,” she rushed out.
He didn’t wait for her to invite him in. When he walked into her small living room, suddenly too crowded with three big bikers there, Mortician halted. “Fuck, man.”
Meggie raised her hands in supplication. “They were not here when I arrived.”
“I’m envisioning a gruesome death and my ass in line for that fate, too. Just by fucking association.”
“Shut up!” Meggie demanded. “No one’s dying. You make it sound as if Christopher’s an insane maniac.”
“He is,” Mort, Cash, and Stretch chorused.
“Yeah, Meggie girl, and Prez the first to admit it,” Mort said.
“He has self-control!” Meggie insisted. “He won’t randomly shoot.”
“Nothing random about these two motherfuckers fucking Prez baby sister. That’s systematic and planned rendezvous. That mean Prez going to plan a systematic hacking off their cocks and fucking me up for witnessing their bullshit.”
“Nuh-uh!” Meggie yelled. “If that was the case, I’m here. What would he do to me?”
“Nothing, sweetness,” Cash said, much calmer.
Fee didn’t know if Mort’s presence took his anger or if he was getting control on his own.
“That would make my death even worse,” Mort surmised. “My ass your guard today. I’m supposed to keep you away from any shit that would get you fucked up, kidnapped, maimed, or dismembered. I’m definitely not supposed to allow you to get in a situation that would piss him off. Some kind of way that would lead to a pussy lockout and…fuck! This shit bad.”