Misfit(157)

“Yeah, and let’s not forget Meggie.” Val either ignored Christopher’s sudden frown or didn’t see it. “You was pissed for years because me, Mort, and Digger saw her pussy out and you didn’t. Nothing helped until you got to see her naked, too.”

Growling, Christopher swung his fist against the side of Val’s head, not fazed when he slumped to the ground. The other four motherfuckers decided to look anywhere but at him. “Why the fuck this motherfucker always bring up Megan pussy?”

Christopher turned, almost colliding with Fee as she walked toward the clubhouse.

“Hey.” She scraped her fingers along her head, her severe ponytail drawing her skin tight. “I was visiting Meggie and Zoann and…” Her voice trailed off and she stared away.

Pretending to look over Fee’s shoulder, Christopher watched her body droop and followed her line of vision, seeing Stretch heading toward them. The closer Stretch got, the more she wilted. When he finally reached them, he greeted each motherfucker, including Val, who staggered to his feet just as Stretch reached them.

“Ophelia.” Stretch’s mouth was so tight he barely got her name out.

“Hello.” Lips turning down, she lifted on her tiptoes and kissed Christopher’s cheek. “I have a date later tonight, so I have to run.”

“A date?” Stretch echoed, before Christopher said a word, exposing more than he fucking realized. “With who?”

She scowled at him. “Noah Carson.”

“The same motherfucker that had you fuckin’ cryin’ your fuckin’ eyes out? Why the fuck I ain’t knowin’ you back with him til now?”

“You can’t have it both ways.” Tears glistened from Fee’s eyes and she glared between him and Stretch. “You talk about stuff being bitch shit. My dating life definitely falls under that category. Bitch shit isn’t your forte. It’s Meggie’s. If you’ll excuse me, I have to get home.”

Without another word, she stomped past them and headed to her car. Stretch didn’t even try to hide his anger any longer. Whatever had happened between the three of them had been fucked up and traumatic. He’d have to trust that Megan had this, and that it was completely over.

Fee had a way of involving herself with fucking assholes. If this Noah motherfucker was a real motherfucker, like it seemed, the way he’d fucking hurt Fee didn’t sit well with Christopher.

“Find out where the fuck my sister goin’, Stretch,” he ordered.

“You need me to follow her?”

“Yeah, and if this motherfucker ain’t right for her, bring him in.”





Noah fucking Carson. The motherfucker Fee met while she was on a date with Stretch and Cash. Not only had she ruined their relationship but she now betrayed them with a motherfucker Stretch had taken an immediate dislike to.

How fucking dare she!

Furious at Fee’s deceit and hating her a little more because he missed her so much, Stretch hung in his room long enough for Outlaw to clear the premises. He didn’t want to run into the man with a full hour passing. Stretch hadn’t been looking for motherfucking Noah Carson. He’d been in his room fuming and watching until Outlaw left.

The moment he did, Stretch headed to his bike. Destination: Cash.

He wasn’t sure why he wanted to tell Cash who Fee had a date with. Yesterday afternoon, Cash had returned from wherever the hell he’d been, without explanation…Fuck. When had Cash ever explained anything to Stretch?

He should call him. On the other hand, Cash would see Stretch’s number and send the call to voicemail and Stretch had to clear his jealous rage away. The open road was cathartic for him. If he’d never been able to ride again, he might’ve lost his mind.

Seeing Cash’s bike in the driveway of his house as Stretch arrived at the house gave him pause. He turned in behind Cash’s motorcycle.

They’d ended on bad terms, unlike any of their other breakups before. Further, Cash had been determined to keep their relationship a secret, so he wouldn’t care that she had involved herself with another motherfucker. That motherfucker especially.

Stretch couldn’t put his finger on what he so disliked about Noah.

Cash’s door opened, and he stepped outside in all his shirtless glory.

“You ringing the doorbell or what, Woo Woo?” He drank from a bottle of bourbon and narrowed his eyes. “Your cycle’s not exactly quiet.”

“Stop calling me fucking Woo Woo,” Stretch growled, deciding to take the argument inside. He might’ve been paranoid but he felt as if eyes and ears were everywhere. Leaning on his cane, he stomped ahead of Cash and into the house. “I’m tired of fucking telling you that.”