“Okay.” Without another word, she turned and walked out.
“Prez, now, Red not thinking right,” Mort started.
“Yeah, Outlaw,” Val added, seeing the wild look creeping into Outlaw’s eyes. “I don’t like Kendall at all, but…”
“But fuckin’ nothin’, Val. I told my boy to lie to his Ma for fuckin’ nothing. I shoulda known the lil’ motherfucker wasn’t waitin’ to run to her. If he woulda told her I told his lil fuckin’ ass to lie, Megan woulda known. If that wasn’t fuckin’ bad e-fuckin-nuff, I swore on Ma grave. Swore to a motherfuckin’ lie cuz of a motherfuckin’ mean bitch that don’t deserve to live. As long as she alive, she a threat to my girl.”
“Only when she pregnant,” Digger said. “Just keep Meggie away from Kendall for now.”
“Yeah, Prez, Kendall pregnant,” Mort reminded him.
“For once, I ain’t givin’ a fuck. Tonight, I’m seein’ to my girl. First thing tomorrow, I’ma get rid of fuckin’ Kendall once and for fuckin’ all.” Outlaw turned to Val. “I’ma talk to Fee, then you and Bitsy take her. Let her go back to her place. I ain’t much carin’. She let that cunt fuck with my marriage. My Megan. As far as I’m concern, she ain’t my family no more.”
It seemed as if having Ryder, Rebel, and Rule christened wasn’t fucking meant to be. Every time the subject came up, other shit interfered.
In the aftermath of Johnnie taking his bitch away, Christopher sent CJ upstairs and then stormed to the den to confront Fee. Following behind, Val took Zoann aside and whispered the events of what the fuck happened to her. In turn, she went to Fee, then, together, they started for Christopher, both of them with tears in their eyes.
Fee could’ve lied to him from here to hell. She could’ve fucked him up. Did anything to him and he would’ve forgiven her. He’d forgive his sisters any-fucking-thing at all. Except when it came to Megan.
He held his hand up, pretending he wasn’t as hurt as he was angry. “Get the fuck outta my face, Ophelia.”
“Christopher, please—”
“You wanna take Megan away from me, you might as well carve my fuckin’ heart out. I thought you and Bitsy knew that Megan my everything.” He wanted to blast her head off, but he simply asked. “How the fuck you did that to me?”
“Let me explain,” she sobbed. “Please. It wasn’t like that. She blackmailed me and…and…” She ran to him and hugged him, but he stood frozen, refusing to touch her.
“You knew what Kendall was doing, Fee?” Zoann asked on a gasp.
Turning from one to the other, Fee seemed as if she didn’t know who to address first. “Zoann, she was blackmailing me. She was going to tell.”
Zoann backed away. “Would you have fucked with my marriage, too, Ophelia?”
Fee looked between them, tears streaming down her face, her eyes wild with desperation. “Please!” Realizing that Christopher wouldn’t give an inch, she turned to Zoann. “She was going to have Cash and Stretch killed.”
“Kendall doesn’t have the authority to have anyone killed,” Zoann snarled, shoving Fee away.
“I wouldn’t have done this to you, Zoann. The only reason I let her do it to Meggie and Christopher is because I knew Meggie would forgive him.”
Zoann narrowed her eyes, then hit Fee so hard across her face she stumbled back. “I need to kick your ass up and down this house. How dare you gamble with his marriage on Kendall’s orders.”
“My God, don’t do this to me!” Fee cried, holding her cheek and doubling over. “I’m so sorry. Please. I love you both so much. We’re family. You’re all I have left.”
“Fine fucking time to think about that,” Zoann yelled, her face red with anger. “You should’ve remembered that when Kendall was sending Daphne to fuck with Christopher. We weren’t your family then?”
Val walked up to Zoann and pulled her into his arms. “Puff, come on. Let’s go home and cool off.” He looked at Fee. “Come on, babe.”
“No—” Zoann started.
Val hugged her. “Yeah, Puff. You don’t want her to leave while she’s still recovering. You’re just hurt and angry. It’s over. Meggie and Outlaw’s marriage survived. She didn’t fuck with us. That’s your baby sister, so cool off, then revisit this.”
Christopher knew Val was talking as much to Zoann as he was to him. But he didn’t care. It didn’t matter that Cash had pulled Fee into his arms to console her. Or that Stretch was there, too, touching Fee’s shoulder.