“Law got a boo-boo?” he asked after a moment.
Not fucking yet. Soon, ‘Law would have a big fucking boo-boo. “No, boy. Just a checkup.”
“Ashfuck doc,” he said gravely, his little face scrunched up.
“Yeah, doctor a real motherfucker,” Christopher agreed, pulling a clean pair of blue jeans and a spotless white T-shirt off hangars and handing them to his son. “Get dressed while I get your fuckin’ boots.”
“I gotta pee,” CJ yelled, running to the bathroom he shared with the twins.
Christopher smiled at his son’s energy. If only the Roxy situation was as easy. Between Mort’s conversation last week and Riley’s report this morning, the outlook wasn’t good. She had cancer, and he felt so bad for discovering the shit that not even Mort knew. The picture he’d managed to obtain showed her bald headed with a shirt that said Fuck cancer.
He grinned. Typical Roxanne.
Before he proceeded, he’d talk to Megan. This wasn’t club fucking business. This was about family, and he needed her advice.
“Back, ‘Law,” CJ announced.
“You washed your hands?”
“Uh huh.”
“Okay, get dressed. Oh yeah, don’t fuck up Ryan. Okay? He don’t like to fight, so leave him alone. If you fuck with him, I’ma beat your lil’ ass. Hear me?”
“Uh huh. I not gonna fuck with Ro neither.”
“Either,” Christopher corrected. “You not fuckin’ with Rory either.”
“Ro ain’t talking a lot, ‘Law. Him say sir and ma’am. Him ain’t crying a lot no more. Ryan make fun of Ro a lot. I tell Uncle Val, but him say him gotta stick up for himself. Ryan a ashfuck, though. Him cry with me, but hit Ro. Next time him hit Ro, I’ma make him bleed.”
Fuck, just another example of him having to watch what the fuck he said in front his kid. CJ didn’t even understand what the fuck I’ma make him bleed meant, especially from Christopher, which generally meant motherfuckers would fucking bite it. He couldn’t have his boy making violent threats, just weeks away from starting school. “No, the fuck you ain’t,” he snapped, more shocked than he cared to admit. Almost fuck-all shocked him, but CJ did it on the fucking regular. “Tell Aunt Zoann when Ryan do that. Wait til you fuckin’ older before you punch out stupid motherfuckers. Okay? A good leader use brains and fists. Hear me, boy? Make sure Ryan and Rory ain’t playing some kind of fucked up game.”
“I said Ryan a ashfuck, ‘Law,” CJ said in exasperation. “Him not playing no game with Ro. Him mean. Him know I don’t keep licks. Ro do.”
“I’ma talk to Uncle Val.” If Val was allowing Ryan to mistreat Rory, Christopher intended to kick the fuck out of him. They needed to teach their sons to have each other’s backs. “Okay? Just stay the fuck outta it for now.”
“’Kay, ‘Law.” As he zipped his jeans, he turned to the door and his eyes lit up. “MegAnn!” he screamed.
“Sweet potato,” Megan responded as she walked in, wearing a sleeveless, skintight, bright red jumpsuit and stilettos. Yesterday, at the Mother’s Day celebration, she’d looked sweet and innocent in white. Today, she was pure sex and her smile lit up the entire room.
Unable to resist, Christopher pulled her to him and kissed her. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey, you,” she whispered, kissing him again then looking at their boy. “Aunt Zoann is downstairs waiting for you.”
CJ glanced between Megan and Christopher, all his happiness fleeing.
Megan rushed to him and stooped down. “What is it, buddy?”
“I go with you and ‘Law.”
“Um…”
Christopher gritted his teeth. Despite the reason for them being alone, he was looking forward to having Megan all to himself. Last night, Ryder had been cranky so Megan had kept their youngest in the room with them. Now, at mid-morning, with Bunny rushing off in hopes of bringing their kid back in time to get to her dress hunt, Megan was on the verge of giving in to CJ.
“You’re going to have fun with your cousins and the twins,” she tried.
“I not! I wanna go with you and ‘Law.”
Megan sat on the floor and pulled CJ into her arms, soothing his sobs with soft words.
“You will?” CJ sniffled, responding to whatever she’d whispered to him.
“Yep.”
“I not coming with you, though?”
“No,” she said. “Mommie wants a spin with Daddy.”
“Mommie always go for a spin with ‘Law,” CJ complained. “Every day!”
“I don’t. I haven’t been on Daddy’s bike in days.”