“Fee told her.” Meggie released him with a kiss to his cheek. “I’d never betray you. That’s your story to tell. Not mine.”
Zoann nodded. “Fee loves you and Stretch.”
Cash clamped his jaw, refusing to admit his own feelings. If he lost her after admitting…No!
“She’s moved on,” he said. To a motherfucker who’d shortly be dead but that was neither here nor there.
“You left her no choice,” Zoann reminded him.
“Outlaw would…”
“Beat you for disobeying him,” Meggie stated, “but as long as Fee was happy, he’d come around.”
“You’d have to give up the Bobs.”
He winced at Zoann’s statement. He couldn’t believe he’d told his mother about those women.
“You’d have to show me, Christopher, and Johnnie that you’re worthy of Fee and Stretch,” she continued.
More in control of himself, he scowled at her. “No one interfered with you and Val.”
“You aren’t Val,” Zoann shot back. “You’re a good, decent man but I had a hand in how my relationship played out. You rejected my sister.”
“No arguing,” Meggie instructed, backing away. “Let’s go back to the waiting room before Christopher comes searching for me.”
“You’re right,” Zoann agreed and turned to leave.
“Zoann?” Cash called as Meggie kept walking.
“Yes?”
“You don’t care that Fee would be with me and Stretch?”
“No. I would care if she was with you and another woman.” She smirked at him. “My little sister being with two hot guys, both sexy bikers, will get no complaints from me, as long as they treat her right.”
Cash grinned at Zoann’s saucy tone, seeing her in a new light. Maybe, it was time he really got to know these women, instead of indulging them on his whim.
All in good time. First, Fee had to survive so he could show her all that he had to offer.
After returning from checking on Cash a little while ago, Megan and Zoann once again sat next to each other on the other side of the waiting room, their eyes and noses red from their crying. Megan had changed out of the red jumpsuit she’d worn earlier today to Christopher’s doctor’s appointment…Fuck, between then and now seemed like a different lifetime.
Digger’s phone rang and he pulled it from his cut. “That’s Bunny,” he announced, standing and going to a seat along the back wall for privacy.
Slipper glanced around, his greasy hair hanging limply around his shoulders. “Where’s Stretch? He hasn’t shown up yet.”
Johnnie frowned. “So?”
“Yeah, what the fuck you fuckin’ gettin’ at?” Christopher demanded.
“Nothing,” Slipper said. “It’s just that when I went to get Ghost, Stretch’s bike was in front of his door. He said he didn’t know where Stretch was, but I heard him talking to someone when he went to put his clothes on.”
Fuck this motherfucker.
Cash bristled. “Meaning?”
Christopher glared at Cash. “Fuck all.”
With the way Slipper laid it all out, it wasn’t hard to guess the truth.
“Listen up, Slipper. I ain’t havin’ fuckin’ poisonous ideas pollutin’ my fuckin’ club. If you insinuatin’ what the fuck I think you is, think the fuck again. The motherfucker who fucked up Fee lived a block and a fuckin’ half away from Cash. My ass sent Stretch to Noah house and Stretch probably fuckin’ parked his ride at Cash to sneak the fuck up on Noah.”
“A block and a half?” one of Slipper’s sons question. “Could Stretch walk that far with his gimp leg?”
Slipper’s second son snickered. “The motherfucker a pansy-assed bitch. Don’t belong in a club with real fucking men.”
“You got one fuckin’ more time to open your fuckin’ mouth about this and I’m fuckin’ you up, motherfucker,” Christopher snarled, his voice capturing Megan’s attention.
She glanced uneasily toward the still-empty hallway. While the ER was busy in these early morning hours, they’d been escorted to a third floor outpatient waiting room, deserted in the middle of the night. However, that didn’t mean some motherfucker might not be roaming by, if only to search for one of them.
“Anyone need coffee?” she asked, at Christopher’s side in a heartbeat, and ruffling her fingers through his hair. She placed a kiss at his temple and he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Me and Zoann could find some. You and Orange could come with us, Fritz,” she said to Slipper’s sons.