“He love her that much? He just seem so fucking…”
“Red difficult,” Mort admitted. “We all know this, but trust me when I say she who Johnnie want. You think he’d keep making babies in her if he didn’t? Johnnie would be fucking everything under the sun. She left and broke his fucking heart, and he still took her back. I know what you saying. I see how fucking alone he look sometimes, but he love her and she love him. You take her out, and you’ll ruin him, Prez.”
“Fuck you, motherfucker,” Christopher sniggered. “Ruinin’ my fuckin’ parade.”
Mort gave a half-fucking-hearted smile. “Quoting Roxanne, huh, brother?”
“Yeah, Mort.”
“Suppose she die? I swear, I’ll be so fucking mad with her. Coming over here, making us motherfuckers care about her.”
“We don’t even know what the fuck wrong with her.” Christopher refused to contemplate a dead Roxanne or how that would affect Bailey. “Let me find out what’s goin’ on.”
Mort fell silent, then sighed again. “You sure Meggie girl not the reason you want to take Red out?”
“Fuck, you a fucking fool?” he growled, remembering Roxanne saying similar words, then shoving that thought away to focus on Mort. “Megan would wanna fuck me up for even saying that shit. She sure the fuck ain’t tellin’ me to kill that cunt.”
“I know she wouldn’t say that. Fuck, only Chester and Red cutthroat like that.”
“And Roxy,” they chorused, then laughed like fucking lunatics at that lame shit.
“What the fuck you mean then?”
“Red pregnant again, so you and Meggie girl going to be her targets. You sure you not wanting to fuck up Red because of that?”
“Who the fuck know? Deep down, fuck, yeah, since she ain’t actively fuckin’ with my girl, right now. I just was thinkin’ about Johnnie though.”
Mort studied him with curiosity. “Prez, don’t take offense at what I’m about to say, okay?”
“What, motherfucker?”
“Since when you say about?”
“Since my boy startin’ to quote me. My kid gotta…he gotta be everything I ain’t."
A shadow loomed against the wall, and Christopher glanced over his shoulder as Digger strolled in.
“What the fuck going on in here?” he asked, stopping on the other side of the table and leaning against it. “We rolling out for a pickup? Need a grave?”
“Don’t sound so fuckin’ hopeful, motherfucker,” Christopher ordered, as Val appeared. “Fuck all goin’ on. We just sittin’ in here remi-fuckin-niscin’.”
“Hey,” Johnnie called from behind Val.
Christopher stood. “All right. Let’s get the fuck to the clubhouse.” He wasn’t allowing this motherfucker to get crowded if they didn’t need to be in the place.
“Bunny knocked up,” Digger said as they stepped into the dull day. Rain was on the horizon, but for now the sun shone. “About six weeks. She all worried because she been drinking.”
Mort grabbed Digger in a headlock. “About time you do something constructive with your cock.”
Digger jerked out of Mort’s hold and jabbed his shoulder. “Fuck off, fool.”
Christopher clapped Digger’s back. “Congratulations, motherfucker.”
“I can’t wait until your sleepless nights of changing diapers and feeding babies,” Johnnie added.
“Unless my tits suddenly get milk, I’m not feeding kids.”
“Since when you got tits?” Val asked.
“Since I decided not to have breasts, fool,” Digger retorted.
Johnnie grinned. “Why not mammary glands?”
“Man boobs,” Mort said, picking up on the teasing.
“Testosterone tatas,” Val declared.
“Cha-chas for cocks,” Christopher said.
“Led Zeppelins,” Val went on.
Johnnie cuffed the side of Val’s head. “Do not disrespect one of my favorite bands.”
“Your woman got the big titties, Johnnie.” Val rubbed the side of his head. “You should be happy that we can combine her huge tits with your favorite band.”
“You don’t notice Kendall’s tits, motherfucker,” Johnnie ordered, cuffing the other side of Val’s head.
“You pissing me the fuck off,” Val yelled, feeling the newest spot Johnnie hit. “Stop hitting me. Only Outlaw get to do that.”
“Peep this, Johnnie,” Digger started. “You don’t notice nothing about Bunny?”
“Or Bailey?” Mort asked. “Your fucking tongue hit the bar when K-P first brought Bailey to the club.”