Misfit(217)
Megan stumbled forward, pausing in front of Brooks, using her body as a shield.
“Christopher, don’t kill anybody. Please, just come home.”
“I ain’t touched him, Megan,” Christopher said. “But the motherfuckers fucked over the club. Ain’t fuck-all you tellin’ me changin’ my mind. Stay outta club business.”
“I will. I swear,” she promised.
“You didn’t even call Kyler, did you, Brooks?” Johnnie inquired.
“He texted me,” Megan answered.
“For doin’ that shit, I’m beatin’ the fuck outta him, Megan. Case fuckin’ closed. Now go. Ain’t gonna kill Brooks, but Kyler fuckin’ dead. Hear me?”
She didn’t move, her look begging him to change his mind. When she saw he wouldn’t, she nodded. “Okay.”
“Cash, get rid of Charlotte fuckin’ house. It belong to Brooks too, but he deserve it for listenin’ to her. Lettin’ her use my fuckin’ money to renovate and then fuckin’ over me.”
Cash’s eyes lit up in anticipation. “You want it to go boom, boom, pow?”
“I ain’t givin’ a fuck. I just want it fuckin’ gone. Gotta think about what the fuck to do to the law office, since that’s in a goddamn buildin’ with innocent civilians. But that motherfucker goin’ too.”
Megan shifted her weight but didn’t say anything.
“Johnnie, find Kyler while I clean up. Me, you and Brooks gotta meetin’ with that motherfucker in the meatshack, just as soon as I bring my girl back home.”
Christopher left Megan asleep and thoroughly fucked. He hoped like fucking hell she’d remembered to take her birth control pills while he was locked the fuck away. If she hadn’t, he could see another little motherfucker being delivered into the world in nine fucking months as much and as hard as he’d come.
He snickered. It only took a drop to make a baby, so…
“Prez, what you grinning about?” Mort asked, leaning against the table, already in uniform with plastic gloves, plastic apron, and rubber boots. Brooks sat tied and handcuffed on a chair in the corner.
“Thinkin’ about my girl make me smile,” Christopher answered, the truth. In his darkest hour, all he needed to do was remember Megan and his world lit up. “Dontcha feel the same way about Bailey?”
Mort nodded, sucking on the cigarette he’d picked up from the edge of the table. “Bailey my everything, Prez. You know she is.”
“Any more from Roxy?
“She mad at my ass for telling Bailey, so she dropped the fuck out of sight. But I couldn’t keep that from her. I prefer Roxanne mad at me, then my wife.”
“Wanderin’ ‘round pussy no man’s land ain’t fun,” Christopher agreed as Johnnie marched a motherfucker in pajamas into the meatshack, Glock pointed at the back of his head.
Blood dripped from his nose and cut lips, and his eyes were swollen. Brooks made a sound of distress around the gag in his mouth.
Mort straightened and smirked at Kyler. “Ain’t so sadity now, huh, motherfucker? Prez, Meggie girl tell you how the fuck he talk to her?”
Kyler took in the scene, his gaze going from Mort to Christopher and finally to Brooks. Fear washed away the pain and he turned, attempting to rush past Johnnie.
Johnnie grabbed him by the back of his top.
Kyler stumbled. “You said you wouldn’t kill me if I cooperated.”
Cocking his piece, Johnnie gave a cemetery smile. “I’m not killing you. Now, move. Lay the fuck on that table like a good motherfucker, so Mort can do a few experiments on you.”
“Brooks!” Kyler screamed, as if that motherfucker had the power to fix this. “Help me!”
“Yeah, Brooks, help this motherfucker.” Christopher went to Brooks and removed the gag, punching his jaw. “Help him fuckin explain what the fuck Mort meant.”
Since Kyler hadn’t moved, Johnnie and Mort hustled him to the table, with Johnnie throwing death glares to Christopher. Left up to him, he would shoot the motherfucker and end his dry spell.
“HELP!” Kyler screamed. “Someone HELP!!”
Christopher lit a cigarette and released the smoke after taking a draw, the motherfucker’s yells working on his ass. “Shut the fuck up,” he ordered, stuffing his smoke in the corner of his mouth. He grabbed a handful of Brooks’ hair and yanked his head back, exposing his throat. “One more fuckin’ sound and I’m slittin’ his throat.”
His body trembled, but Kyler shut up, while Brooks sniffled.
“Now, motherfuckers, explain to my fuckin’ ass why the fuck you takin’ my fuckin’ money and left my ass in jail. Tell my ass why the fuck I was set the fuck up to die in a goddamn shower if I ain’t killed fuckhead. Explain to me what the fuck you said to my woman.” With each word, he yanked on Brooks’ hair. “Know what, Kyler? Your loyalty to your bitch pops impressed me. To save his fuckin’ life, you shut the fuck up. I fuckin’ like that. I fuckin’ admire a man who defend his own. Know why? I defend my own, too. My club. My club money. My money. But e-fuckin-specially my Megan. You committed crimes against all the fuckin’ above.”