Misfit(225)

“Fee wants to be married,” Cash repeated.

“Stop making this so fucking difficult,” Stretch snapped. “Yes, she wants to be married, but this was her idea. As long as she has a baby, we can work out everything else.” An idea hit him. Cash had stood by Stretch’s side during his illness. For months, he’d been faithful to him and Fee. The man just needed to be steered in the right direction. “Why don’t we get all of this together and then go to Outlaw? If everything’s in place, he’ll see how serious we are.”

Cash relaxed his shoulders. “We can do that…”

“Ghost?”

Slipper’s voice travelled through the door and they both stiffened. All at once, terror and dread hit Stretch. They were club brothers so he could visit Cash. Yet, rumors about his sexuality persisted.

“I know you’re in there with Stretch,” Slipper called. “What are you two doing?”

“Fuck,” Stretch managed, getting to his feet and reaching for his cane.

Drawing his gun, Cash started forward. Before he reached the door, it opened. Slipper stood there, bottle in hand, his look assessing.

Cash raised his weapon. “You have two seconds to get the fuck out.”

“What’s going on in here?” Slipper asked, his stench polluting the space. Cash would have to air out his room for days. “You been holed up in here for a long time. Why?”

“None of your fucking business,” Cash snapped, cocking the gun.

“Boys!” Slipper yelled. “You was right. They in here together.”

His sons, Fritz and Orange, along with two other brothers, rushed into the room, guns drawn.

“Drop your fucking gun, Ghost,” Orange ordered, aiming at Stretch’s head. “Or we fill Stretch with holes.”

“I say we fill both these motherfuckers with holes anyway,” one of the other guys said, newer members who Stretch stayed clear of, so he couldn’t remember their names.

Fear and apprehension swept away Stretch’s confidence and he shuddered.

“Prez gotta make that call, Mink,” Slipper said around a belch. He pulled out his phone, then nodded to Cash. “But drop your weapon ‘fore I tell him to shoot your fucking hand off.”

Rage reddened Cash’s complexion and darkened his eyes. At first, Stretch thought Cash wouldn’t obey. But, then he remembered how Cash always went out of his way to protect him in times of danger.

Cursing, Cash tossed his gun to the bed.

Stretch hoped the compliance hadn’t gotten them killed.





Christopher hadn’t realized how miserably he’d slept in jail, until he fell asleep after fucking up Kyler. For the first time in years, he decided to spend the day relaxing, surrounded by his girl and his children. Megan gave Bunny the day off, preparing snack foods for them to bring into the media room. Christopher checked on Fee, but found her gone. He would’ve worried until Diesel told him that Stretch had been there.

After calling to check on Cash and discovering he was also hanging around in his room, Christopher let Stretch and Fee be. Maybe, they were getting a fucking clue, turning to each other and leaving Cash the fuck alone.

Therefore, when Slipper called, trumpeting about catching Stretch and Cash together, it infuriated Christopher on several fucking fronts. First, it was bullshit. None-of-their-motherfucking-business bullshit. Second, it was bullshit. He was home enjoying his family and Slipper was sticking his nose in another man’s pants, concerned with where his cock went. Third, it was bullshit. Stretch would never get the fuck over Cash, which meant he’d fuck over Fee.

All in all, it was motherfucking bullshit on a big ass stick that Christopher could do without.

Furious to be fucked with by stupid motherfuckers, Christopher stormed to the clubhouse to find Cash and Stretch tied to chairs, guns trained on them.

Stretch trembled, petrified. Cash shook, enraged. Their different expressions told it all and Christopher understood both of their angles. Stretch was just getting his sense of self back and these motherfuckers were fucking with his head again. Never mind that Christopher wanted to fuck him up because of Fee.

“Outlaw,” Slipper slurred when he noticed Christopher from across the room.

“Untie them,” Christopher ordered, moving forward.

Mink shook his head. “Nah, Outlaw. I think we need to put them out of their misery. What do you say, brother?”

“This.” Without another word, Christopher took out his nine and shot the fuck out of Mink, stepping aside as the motherfucker crumpled to the ground. He aimed at Fritz. “I ain’t repeatin’ my motherfuckin’ self. Untie these two motherfuckers now.”