Misfit(216)
“I swear, Outlaw, you don’t have to pay me for a year,” he sobbed.
“We won’t have to pay you ever again if I disembowel you,” Johnnie said through gritted teeth.
“John Boy—”
“Shut up, motherfucker,” he interrupted. “Kendall adores Charlotte. I suffer her on my wife’s behalf, when I’m quite aware she doesn’t like me. Maybe, I should give her a true reason to hate my fucking guts?”
“Johnnie, don’t do this. Think about my children. My oldest daughter is pregnant again. I want to see my grandbaby. Please. I swear I’ll talk to Charlotte. If she ever gives me that type of ultimatum, I’ll ignore her. Take my chances with her leaving me.”
“We ain’t a club to fuck up bitches,” Christopher began, “but your bitch crossed a motherfuckin’ line. I only fuckin’ killed two bitches in my life. Only thing savin’ Charlotte fuckin’ life is she ain’t insult Megan in no kinda way. That shit earlier, though? Between Megan and Kendall. Make me believe Kendall off her fuckin’ meds a-fuckin-gain.” Fuck, had Fee known that before she quit and kept it from him? Fucking right she had. Kendall started her bullshit while Fee still worked for her, so why hadn’t his little sister done the job he’d asked of her? As soon as she healed, he’d ask her those fucking questions. “Johnnie love that cunt. If she turnin’ into a psycho bitch a-fuckin-gain and it’s your bitch’s fault…where the fuck I’m going with this, Brooks?”
“I’ll talk to Charlotte,” he screamed in a high-pitched tone. “I’ll see what’s going on.”
There was another motherfucker Brooks got to help with club shit when Kendall was fucking barred from doing it. If Brooks couldn’t get Christopher the fuck out, afraid his bitch would do a pussy lockout, than that other motherfucker should’ve jumped to it. “What the fuck happened to that other motherfucker? Kyler. Why the fuck you ain’t call him to get me out?”
Tears leaked from Brooks’ eyes. “Charlotte sits on a couple of the cultural boards his wife wants to get on. He couldn’t betray her.”
“So he betrayed my ass?”
Christopher nodded to Cash, summoning him over. “You was in for two fuckin’ days, brother. Any-fuckin-thing you gotta tell him for that injustice?”
“Am I limited to one punch?”
“Two. One for each fuckin’ day. Not in his face area. If we let him fuckin’ live, Charlotte don’t need to see. Cuz if she call Kendall and Kendall bring this to Megan, heads fuckin’ rollin’.
Cash grinned. “Got it.”
Brooks whimper-sobbed. Cash looked ready to beat him to a fucking pulp, but he followed Christopher’s orders and punched him twice, satisfied when Brooks vomited.
“Get Kyler here.” Christopher pulled out his cell phone. “I gotta call Megan and tell her don’t fuckin’ wait up for my ass.”
Johnnie manhandled Brooks to a seat. The attorney’s shoulders heaved, his eyes dull with pain and fear.
“You heard Christopher. Call him.”
He raised a resigned gaze. “What are you going to do to him?”
“You or fuckin’ him,” Christopher responded, all the answer he afforded, although it was easy to fill in the blanks.
“Kyler’s thirty-five-years-old. A father of three boys. My son-in-law,” he revealed. “You want to take him away?”
“He ain’t givin’ a fuck my ass got took from my girl and my kids.”
Leaving Brooks to make the call and forgetting his meal completely, Christopher led Cash and Johnnie to the other side of the bar.
“Get Mort back the fuck over here. Have fuckin’ Digger dig a grave.”
“You sure it shouldn’t be two?” Johnnie asked.
“One of them motherfuckers gotta stay alive to warn the other motherfuckers don’t fuck over us,” Outlaw pointed out.
“If Brooks turns up missing, Kendall will know immediately,” Cash pointed out, leaving Christopher’s promise to Megan unspoken.
Christopher turned to Johnnie. “Go to your bitch, John Boy. I’ll fuck up Kyler my-fuckin-self.”
“No, Christopher. It could’ve just as easily been me left in jail for seven fucking days.”
“Christopher.” Megan’s voice puffed out behind their little group.
Turning her way, Christopher saw her standing there, red-faced, out-of-breath, and in her bare feet, as if a dire situation had chased…He glared in Brooks’ direction. Motherfucker had texted Megan to save his ass. He must’ve texted his fucking ass off.