Misfit(181)
“If we get that word, we’ll let you know. What else do you need? Guards at the hospital?”
Christopher shook his head. “She at Mercy. Out of our jurisdiction. I got a promise that hospital security going to keep her safe.” He’d already contacted Brooks to have funds transferred to the hospital CEO.
“Any other jobs on the horizon?” Derby asked as his old lady walked up to them.
“Hey, Outlaw,” Gypsy greeted.
“How you been, babe?”
“Fine. Derby and me about to celebrate fifteen years.” She turned an adoring smile to her old man. “Next week.”
“Congratu-fuckin-lations,” Christopher said, glaring at Derby’s indulgent look.
“We’re thinking of having a party to celebrate. I’ve been talking to Bunny. I told her to tell Digger to clue Derby in on making an honest woman of me. Maybe, you can do it.”
No the fuck he couldn’t. “It take a special motherfucker to be in Club Pussification.”
Gypsy laughed. “Club what?”
“Pussification. The club where motherfuckers know a good bitch when he find her and ain’t about to do nothing to fuck it up.”
“You mean the one where bitches take your balls?” Derby chortled.
Christopher didn’t have fucking time to clue this motherfucker the fuck in.
“You only live once,” Derby added.
Gypsy lowered her lashes and her shoulders slumped. Christopher got the impression she knew Derby still cheated on her, but looked the other way. “I’m so happy for Bunny,” she said.
“Megan over the fuckin’ moon. My wife got a soft fuckin’ heart.”
“That’s how she tamed you,” Gypsy speculated.
Christopher snickered. “Megan scare the fuck outta me,” he teased. At least, he pretended to. In reality, she turned him into a pussified bitch. “I ain’t doin’ nothin’ to make her leave my ass in the dust. I fuck over her or hit her, she takin’ herself and my kids and skippin’ out.” He thought for a moment. “She’d be a stupid cunt to let me do whatever the fuck I want. I’d never have no respect for her.” Just as Derby didn’t for Gypsy. “I admire the fuck outta her and respect her even more.”
Gypsy nodded and fell silent before standing. “Dinner will be at six,” she told Derby, then hugged Christopher. “See you, babe.”
“Yeah.”
After she left, Derby called for a bottle to be brought to them while Jax rolled a joint and passed it around.
“What you said to Gypsy was meant for me,” Derby guessed.
“Nope, it was directed at her.”
Derby sipped his tequila. “I do love her.”
“Sayin’ and showin’ two different things.”
“I show her. I allow Jax and his friends to do shows with her and her bitch crew once a month.”
Christopher glanced at Jax, who sat at the table in silence. The motherfucker was a male dancer or had been, before he became club enforcer. Apparently, he still fucking practiced his talents.
“Good for you for allowin’ her to see Jax swingin’ his cock. She ain’t throwin’ pussy around like you slingin’ dick, so shut the fuck up.”
“Give me some credit, Outlaw. I don’t fuck other bitches as much as I once did.”
For all Christopher cared, Derby could fuck a harem. How the fuck had they gotten on this topic any-fuckin-way? He should be thinking about his possible pussy lockout. “Ain’t my problem if you fuck other bitches. That’s between you and Gypsy.”
Derby nodded. “I’ve been meaning to discuss a rumor with you.”
“About?”
“Ghost McCall.”
“Must not be fuckin’ important if you tellin me cuz my ass here.”
“As I said, Gypsy, er…” Flushing, Derby looked at Jax.
He grinned. “His old lady broke his arm when he gave her a black eye.”
“You thought I deserved it, Jax,” Derby growled.
“You did, Derby. Women are to be honored not hurt.”
“Yeah, Gypsy shoulda cut your fuckin’ dick off and then took the kids and fuckin’ skipped out,” Christopher said, wondering if Megan knew about this. Gypsy had been one of her first friends outside of the club, but she’d pulled back because of Derby’s bullshit. Megan and Fee’s friendship had been sidetracked for a moment after Patricia’s death.
Fee. Fuck.
No, there wasn’t a motherfucking thing he could do about her right now, so putting his feelings on hold to find out what the fuck Derby was talking about wouldn’t hurt a motherfucking thing.
“What you gotta say about Ghost?”