Misfit(191)
Her mouth opened and closed several times. Christopher couldn’t imagine what she’d say next. All he wanted to do was to see her leave, unscathed, under the radar of those fuckheads.
“I see,” she sobbed, swiping at her eyes. “I’m so tired of you and all your sluts, Christopher. You’re never, ever home with me and our children. I’m surprised you haven’t been voted out of your position as much as you shirk your responsibilities, especially to me, to sleep with everything you see.” She lifted her chin. “I already know my place. Val told me, years ago, everything I needed to know, so you can thank him for opening my eyes. Not that it matters to me. I’m your wife. I vowed to stick by you through thick and thin. I love you so much, but you only ever think about protecting the woman you love. I see exactly how it is.”
With a last glance at him, she turned on her heel and ran out of the room, her words ringing in his ears.
Elbows on table, he leaned forward and rubbed his eyes, hiding his relieved smile.
His girl sure the fuck did see how it was, and he loved her even more for it. Her performance gave him the strength he needed to endure this until Brooks bailed him out.
Cash stared at the ceiling as he lay on the uncomfortable bed, bored out of his fucking mind. Pissed that he’d spent two fucking days in this hellhole, thrown into solitary confinement as a risk to the general population. Because…he didn’t fucking know. He’d missed that memo. It should’ve been the other way around. GP was a risk to him, given his affiliation.
He’d had two separate visits from Landry and Greenlee, each working on his faith in Outlaw. But he hadn’t seen a fucking lawyer, despite requesting one.
He could always call his father or his mother. Parnell’s help would come with conditions and Jocelyn would be overcome with worry.
Where the fuck was Brooks and had Outlaw sold him out?
“McCall?”
Cash continued to stare at the ceiling. “I’m not interested in seeing those fucking cops again.”
Keys jingled and the sound of lock disengaging made him look toward the opened door. The guard leaned against the door, holding it open. “Get up. You made bail.”
Thank fuck. Finally.
It took less than an hour for Cash to process out. He didn’t care if it had taken five hours, as long as he was leaving. Walking outside, he found the sun already setting and the evening breeze blowing around him.
He squinted, searching for Johnnie’s Navigator or Outlaw’s pickup. His cell phone battery was dead, so he couldn’t call the club or a cab.
A Mercedes rolled to the curb and a horn honked. Unable to see through the tinted windows, he remained where the fuck he stood.
The driver’s side door opened and a man got out. “It’s me, Cash,” Brooks called. “I’m here to drive you back to the club.”
Well, fuck. Cash nodded, tired, hungry, and wondering why he’d languished in jail. According to the detectives…no, he wasn’t doing this. Outlaw had a reason for everything and not one had to do with Cash taking the fall.
Inside the car, he settled back. “Will Outlaw mind if we made a stop first?” Although he might mind who the stop involved. But Cash had to see Fee.
“Why would he?” Brooks asked.
“Doesn’t he want to see me?” For debriefing.
Brooks cleared his throat, his hand tightening on the steering wheel.
“He’s still behind bars.”
“Excuse me?”
“There’s been a few technicalities,” Brooks said in a voice that Cash called bullshit on. “It may be another week or so.”
“Just the time needed to plan your fucking funeral.”
Brooks choked, but they rode the rest of the ride in silence.
Awakening to the sound of a gentle hum, Fee lifted her eyelids, lured by the soothing noise, a child’s nursery rhyme, one her mother used to sing to her.
The lullaby abruptly ended.
“You’re awake.” Kendall stood and offered Fee a soft smile, smoothing her hand over her hair.
“Y-y-yes,” Fee struggled out, vaguely recalling being ushered into an ambulance before arriving at another hospital, where a swarm of her brother’s men greeted her, along with Zoann and a team of doctors and nurses.
“I’m so glad to see your eyes open,” Kendall murmured. “You had everyone worried.”
“S-sorry.”
“It isn’t your fault.”
She started humming again and Fee closed her eyes.
“That’s right,” Kendall murmured. “Sleep.”
Her gentle tone made it easy to relax. Yet, Fee felt as if she should be angry with Kendall. Her eyes drifted shut. As soon as she slept, she’d remember.