Misfit(200)

Do it now or don’t do it at all.

As Cash followed Johnnie to Brooks’ office the next morning, Fee’s words kept replaying in his head. He couldn’t keep her waiting while he found his balls to face Outlaw.

“What’s on the agenda for the day?” Johnnie asked, breaking into his thoughts as they departed the elevator and walked toward the glass doors of the law firm.

Along one side of the hallway were expensive artwork and alcoves of museum-worthy statues. On the other side was a curving glass wall that showcased the Portland skyline.

“Anything in particular you’re doing?” Johnnie asked again, stopping right before they reached the doors to light a cigarette.

“Hopefully, scooping Outlaw up.” The reason he and Johnnie were visiting Brooks this morning was to see what the hold-up was with Outlaw’s release. No one seemed to know anything, so they’d decided to come straight to the horse’s mouth and demand answers.

“Kendall has a doctor’s appointment today,” Johnnie answered. “After I’m finished, I’m going to see Megan. She’s rescheduled the meeting for the christenings indefinitely. She sounds so fucking sad, I can’t stand it.”

“How’s the baby?” Cash asked, not commenting on Johnnie contacting Megan. “Do you know what you’re having yet?”

“A boy,” Johnnie answered with pride.

Cash considered Fee’s words all over again. If she’d announced she was pregnant, how would he feel? Would it be different because it wouldn’t only be him and Fee, but him, Stretch, and Fee?

They’d talked about kids, with Cash being the one against it. Now that he’d almost lost her, the idea of a child with her wasn’t so frightening. Cash wouldn’t even care not knowing if he or Stretch fathered the baby, as long as she had it. He wasn’t even against the idea of Fee having a kid for each of them.

“Congratulations,” he remembered to tell Johnnie. “Kendall must be ecstatic.”

“She is. I can’t wait to meet my newest son. Rory and I will have backup with Matilda and Kendall.”

Cash laughed. “Matilda’s a small baby.”

“Already showing signs of having Kendall’s personality,” he joked. “She’s already a beautiful little redhead, just like her mom.”

“Kendall is gorgeous,” he admitted.

Johnnie smirked at him. “I know.”

Now would be the perfect time to bring up Kendall’s request of abortion pills and her association with Counts. Motherfuckers were just overflowing with secrets nowadays. But, if Johnnie believed him, he’d be left with facing the fact that either Kendall had betrayed the entire club with Counts, or just Fee.

Also, if he confronted Kendall and she exposed Cash, Fee, and Stretch, all the hiding, subterfuge and lies—Daphne’s death—would be for nothing.

Johnnie pinched the tip of the cigarette. “C’mon,” he said, turning to the door and pulling it open.

“Hi, Johnnie,” the receptionist called, smiling broadly. “Here for Uncle Brooks?”

“You know it,” Johnnie answered with a grin.

Five minutes later, Cash and Johnnie walked into Brooks’ spacious office and sat in chairs in front of his desk.

Brooks loosened his tie. “What can I do for you?”

Johnnie narrowed his gaze to slits. “Why is Christopher still in jail?” he asked in an icy voice, one that made even Cash squirm.

Unable to meet Johnnie’s eyes, Brooks looked at his desk. “Technical glitch. It’ll be corrected soon.”

“How soon?”

At Johnnie’s hard words, Brooks glanced at Cash, then shifted in his seat.

“He didn’t ask you the fucking question,” Johnnie snarled. “I did. Look the fuck at me and answer my fucking question. Otherwise, I’ll think your tongue is going to waste inside your head and relieve it of its boredom.”

Horror washed over Brooks’ face. “Of course, J-J-Johnnie,” he stammered, his voice shaking.

“Answer me. How fucking soon will Christopher be out?”

“Uh…”

Growling, Johnnie jumped to his feet and started around the desk. Cash and Brooks rose, too.

“Wait, Johnnie,” Brooks cried, rushing behind his chair and using it as a barrier. “Soon, I swear.” Sweat popped onto his forehead. “I’ll talk to Kyler…Kyler, yes! Didn’t he speak to you?”

“He spoke so well, I allowed him to walk away alive. I’m not sure if you’ll be in the same state when I walk away today.”

“I’m doing everything I can,” Brooks swore, sounding as if he were lying through his fucking teeth.