Misfit(28)

Warmer than it had been over the weekend, the sun beat down on the area. Like CJ, Christopher had long ago abandoned his jacket, although Rule hadn’t.

“You can also fucking smother him, asshole.” Val nodded to the baby. “It’s hot as fucking piss out here.”

“Bailey put him in all this. I was doing what the fuck she did. I’m here cuz she wanted to spend her day off with Harley. The only thing on my agenda was paying a visit to that motherfucker who telling us he not turning a profit when Digger got proof of him selling our shit. I can drop my son off later and go fuck that motherfucker up. I didn’t want Bailey to miss time with Harley.”

“You should’ve left him with Bunny.” Johnnie eyed his son chasing Devon, Val’s youngest kid. “As far as I know, she’s watching only Rebel.”

Christopher snatched his pack of smokes and a lighter. Mort knew the importance of his assignment, so he had no doubt the man would get it done. Meanwhile…“How the fuck you volunteerin’ my wife helper? Don’t your bitch got two or three bitches assistin’ her?”

“Including Fee, Kendall has three,” Johnnie concurred. “She’s not used to keeping a house, caring for two kids, and handling cases.”

“You one shady motherfucker,” Mort said with a sigh.

“I’m not throwing shade, Mort.” Johnnie plopped his ass on the ground since Mort had taken his space on the bench. Val hadn’t sat his ass down yet in the entire hour they’d been there. “Kendall needs all hands on deck. An extra kid will take Ella’s focus away from—”

“Matilda,” Val inserted, resting his elbows on the back of the bench and leaning forward, “since Rory’s with you. But we understand. Kendall don’t want to share her resources.”

“True.” Drawing his knees up and relaxing his arms, Johnnie shrugged. “Kendall and I have reached a happy place. I’ll give her this.”

Christopher admitted that after Kendall interfered in shit she had no business in, Johnnie’s entire attitude had changed. He seemed on equal footing with his wife. Because Christopher had shot his fucking ass? “You right, John Boy,” he agreed, not caring about the reason, only happy to see the return of his cousin’s balls. “If this concession keep your bitch happy, do it.”

“She looks forward to her and Megan’s brunches.”

Still not believing Kendall was Megan’s friend, Christopher kept his opinion to himself. He stretched out his legs and folded his arms. “You heard from Roxy, Mort?”

“Here and there, Prez. She look like she put our asses down.” He tightened his hold on his son, making the kid jump before he dozed off again. “Bailey miss her mama a lot.”

“Roxy needs the break. When she’s here, all she ever does is take care of the kids and listen to whatever problems the girls have,” Johnnie said, neglecting to add that Kendall took up most of Roxy’s time. Even beyond her own girl.

Johnnie’s relationship with Mort’s ma-in-law had started off rocky. She’d never hesitated to set Kendall straight. Since Roxy was the only one who could get through to Kendall, Johnnie had started appreciating her, even enlisting her help a time or two.

Mort stared toward the parking area. “Prez, this boys’ day, right?”

Without responding, Christopher gazed in that direction and saw Cash striding their way, holding the hand of that white-haired Bob bitch with the wide mouth. The same bitch Christopher had put in her fucking place for looking at CJ the wrong way. Stretch followed close behind, his expression less than pleased.

“What the fuck she doin’ here?” Christopher demanded, the moment the three of them got into range.

Cash kissed the back of the chick’s hand. “She’s my new favorite toy.”

She had a gorgeous body, displayed in a short skirt and a low-cut, tight top. Every other week, Cash had a new bitch on his arm, while Stretch looked on in misery. He should tell Cash to go and fuck himself. The club treasurer had enough fucking issues, without having to watch Cash flaunt bitch after bitch. Yeah, Stretch engaged in threesomes with Cash and his women sometimes, but more often than not, he stood on the outside looking in.

However, Christopher didn’t need this bitch around him, with CJ’s presence. Christopher never lied to Megan about women in his company, but CJ’s version of their run-in with the whore, last year, had pissed her off completely.

“I make a very good toy,” she cooed.

Johnnie stretched out on the grass, sneaking a look at her tits before staring at the sky.