Meggie giggled. “Always remember. We take care of our own.”
“Christopher? Wake up, Christopher. It’s time to go.”
At the sound of the man’s voice, Christopher opened his eyes, torn between hot and cold, searing pain and sweet peace.
“Christopher!”
Blinking, Christopher glanced around and frowned in the direction of Big Joe. A golden aura surrounded Boss, gleaming against the foggy, gray backdrop. In the distance, long shadows hovered, while a small boy with black hair grinned at him, white robes glimmering from his body.
“Come on. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
Christopher squinted, searching for Megan, but not seeing her.
“You’ve done your job. Took care of my little girl. It’s time to come with me.”
Fuck! Was he motherfucking dead?
As if he read his mind, Big Joe nodded, his face full of life and health, not at all the gaunt shell he’d been in the weeks before his death.
“Come on, boy,” Big Joe demanded again, when Christopher just stared, seeming unable to speak.
Definitely dead, then, and without his girl. Where was she?
“Alive,” Big Joe answered, reading Christopher’s mind. “With Johnnie.” Clapping Christopher on the back, Big Joe smiled, his blue eyes twinkling. “You don’t remember anything?”
“Fuck all,” he snarled, finding his voice again, surprised when Big Joe started fading.
“Christopher?” Megan called.
“You here with her,” Big Joe said, nodding behind Christopher, ignoring the sound of his baby girl.
Christopher turned, his gaze falling on a frowny-faced Kendall. Blood seeped from the wound at the side of her head, dripping down her bloodless skin.
“Thanks, asshole,” she snapped. “You killed me.”
Had he? He’d be dancing for fucking joy, if he knew for sure he was alive, but he seemed as dead as her. “Did I fuck you up quick? Or my ass made you suffer? Cuz, Kendall, I swear, you ain’t needed to die quick. Especially if I got fucked up with you.”
“Christopher, wake up.” Megan shook him as she spoke, the scent of cherry blossoms filling Christopher’s nose. “Kendall isn’t dead and neither are you. You’re having a nightmare.”
Anything with Kendall dead wasn’t a nightmare. It was a fucking dream come true.
“’Law!” CJ yelled, bouncing on his fucking stomach.
“Christopher, you have to get CJ to school.”
Megan’s voice reached him and he responded, “I gotta fuck you first, baby.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying, Outlaw. You have to fuck me.”
Eyes flying open at Kendall’s coo, Christopher sat up and looked around. The fog of sleep loosened its grip on him and he was relieved to see Megan sitting next to him on their bed and CJ between them, dressed in his school uniform, and staring at Christopher as if his dick suddenly grew out of his fucking mouth.
Similar to how Christopher felt at his strange ass dream, filled with dead Big Joes and deader psycho cunts, still asking him to fuck.
He grabbed Megan and hugged her to him ignoring CJ’s outraged squeal at being trapped between them. “Jesus, Mary, and all that’s fuckin’ holy, baby.”
“Are you okay?” Her arms going around him, Megan soothed him with her touch and sweet voice.
“Fuck, no. My ass dream about Big Joe and killin’ Kendall and bein’ fucked up and you being married to John Boy and Kendall askin’ to fuck me even though she was deader than fuck.”
Megan giggled and took CJ into her arms, settling their oldest boy onto her lap. Her belly had just started to show. “I thought only pregnant ladies had bad dreams,” she teased, leaning back, her breasts bigger because of the new baby and straining against her nightgown.
“Well, motherfuckers that got dick snipped and got their old ladies knocked up anyway have them motherfuckers, too.” It was every motherfucker’s nightmare to find themselves in Christopher’s current situation.
CJ’s little face scrunched in confusion. “’Law?”
His racing heart settling down, Christopher leaned back against his headboard. “Yeah, boy?”
“I tired going to school. Can I stay home?”
“No,” Christopher and Megan chorused.
“But I tired lying.”
Kissing the top of Megan’s head and hiding his grin, Christopher lifted a brow at CJ. “What the fuck you lyin’ about?”
“Liking school.”
“You don’t gotta like school, boy, but you gotta go. Now, gimme a few minutes alone with your ma, then me and you gonna go.”
Shoulders drooping, CJ nodded and scrambled out of bed. “Bye, MegAnn,” he said miserably.