Misfit(227)
“Only a few motherfuckers worry about that, Prez,” Mort said, then scowled at Slipper. “Like your meddling ass, son.”
“Lemme ask you, Slipper. If you was prez and you had a motherfucker you thought fucked men, what the fuck would you do?”
“Kick them out,” Slipper said with vehemence. “I wouldn’t want to offend my other members.”
“Ain’t good e-fuckin-nuff.” This argument would last for-fucking-ever. “I’ma give every-fuckin-body the chance to get the fuck up and patch the fuck out if you ain’t respectin’ another man the right to fuck any consentin’ adult motherfucker.”
As long as it wasn’t his sister or his daughter being fucked over by cheating motherfuckers.
Walking back to the podium, he returned his nine to the spot next to the gavel, then took his seat at his table. He wanted everyone to see that his piece wasn’t near him, so they’d be honest in their responses.
“Whoever got a problem if what Slipper think he saw real, come up. Patch out. No hard fuckin’ feelins. At the moment, you still fuckin’ members, so same fuckin’ rules apply for church. Don’t open your fuckin’ mouth about a motherfuckin’ thing we talked about at this fuckin’ meetin’.”
Five of the sixty brothers in attendance came up. Slipper and his sons weren’t amongst them.
Christopher got to his feet again. “Digger, take them to my office.”
After Digger guided the men out, Christopher returned to the podium and looked at his members again. He wanted to be absolutely sure they understood his position. “I’ma give you motherfuckers one more fuckin’ chance to get out. You stay, you leavin’ Ghost and Stretch in peace. Ghost got his fuckin’ limits. Like me. Stretch a quiet motherfucker. Been through a lot. We fuckin’ protect our own. Ghost and Stretch friends. Good friends. Best friends. More than that, they my fuckin’ friends. You all my fuckin’ brothers, but each got motherfuckers we close with. We each got motherfuckers know all about us. My boys is Johnnie, Mort, Digger, Val, Ghost, and Stretch. Under-fuckin-stand? Ain’t meanin’ I wouldn’t kill to fuckin protect all of you motherfuckers. Any of you motherfuckers.” It just meant he’d take just a slight more of their bullshit. “As my boys and your brothers, I expect you to protect Ghost and Stretch from every-fuckin-body. You ain’t their enemies. That mean, you stay in my fuckin’ club and if what Slipper say turn out to be true, you look the other fuckin’ way. Or…” He glanced at the two dead motherfuckers, allowing it to go unspoken that if they stayed and fucked over him, they’d be fucked up, too. “You can see them fuckin’ and you keep fuckin’ walkin’. You hear fuckin’ rumors and you squash them motherfuckers. You spread fuckin’ rumors and I’ma fuck you up. Hear me?”
“So they are lovers?” Bowlie called.
Christopher had as much said so, but if motherfuckers was that stupid and couldn’t read between the fucking lines, he would leave it up to Cash and Stretch to fill in the blanks.
“Didn’t my ass say it ain’t fuckin’ matterin’? You either their brother or you ain’t. Case fuckin’ closed.”
Bowlie nodded.
“Mort, get rid of these two dead motherfuckers. Cash, go calm the fuck down. Stretch, you safe. Now, any more questions?”
No one answered. He looked at his table. Johnnie shrugged, appearing bored.
“Then meetin’ ad-fuckin-journed.
An hour after the meeting ended, Cash sat with Outlaw and the others at the table, going over the events of the morning. Stretch’s appearance had caught him off-guard. He’d been in his room to rest from the busy morning he’d had. When he’d opened the door and let Stretch in, he hadn’t thought of the suspicious motherfuckers always lurking in the background. Then, when Stretch told him why he was there he really hadn’t thought of anything. At first, he’d been furious. However, as he thought about Fee and Stretch—losing them—he realized he didn’t have time to follow through on his plan to get Outlaw’s family behind him before he took his case to the man himself.
Before any solution had been reached, Slipper brought his ass to Cash’s room. Fuck! Fee had survived but he had almost gotten fucked up. He knew the incident affected Stretch. They all knew it and Cash was sure that’s why they were there with him, passing a bud around and making small talk.
“Bruh!” Digger said with a hoot of laughter. “Look who the fuck the cat dragged in.”
Cash looked up as Brooks and Charlotte Redding approached the table.