Misfit(30)
“Then what’s a motherfucker?” CJ’s question started the guffaws all over again.
“I know what a motherfucker is,” Ryan announced, leading Devon and Rule to them. “Daddy said a motherfucker a friend or somebody that annoys you.”
Noticing Rory’s avid interest, Johnnie attempted to look serious. “You’re giving your kid definitions of cuss words?”
“We can’t tell mommie,” Ryan went on. “She’ll make Daddy sleep on the sofa.”
“Shut up, Ryan,” Val ordered, shoving his hands in his pockets. “As if you motherfuckers don’t sleep on the sofa sometimes.”
“My ass don’t,” Christopher said. “Ain’t ever as long as me and Megan been together.”
“What about when she does her pussy lockout?” Val pressed.
Christopher thumped Val’s head, not appreciating Val talking about Megan in such a manner in front of the Bob. “Don’t give no bitch a fuckin’ reason to disrespect my girl.” If Megan wanted bitches to know what she did when he pissed her off, that was her business.
Rule inserted himself between Christopher and CJ and raised his hands. “Tired, Daddy.”
This entire situation was out of fucking control, because of the amount of motherfuckers involved. Five little boys, a teenager, a baby, a bitch, and six grown ass men. Deciding to handle the easiest first, he lifted Rule into his arms.
“Lay your head on my shoulder, boy,” Christopher instructed. Rule complied without argument. “Cash, get this bitch outta my fuckin’ face and don’t ever fuckin’ bring her round my ass or my sons a-fuckin-gain.”
Cash shook his head. “If this is what married life is like, I’m right not to want that shit.”
“I fuckin’ know, motherfucker,” Christopher growled. “This the fuckin’ reason I’m cuttin’ your fuckin’ cock off if you stickin’ it in Fee.”
Rolling his eyes, Cash sighed. “I guess Slipper told you that Fee showed up at the party Saturday night.”
“Nope.” He hadn’t seen Slipper in three days. If Slipper thought there was something to report, he would’ve hit Christopher up on his cell phone. Since he hadn’t called…unless Cash was bringing this up for his own fucking safety. “Ain’t heard nothin’ from Slipper.”
The remark caught Cash off-guard. Adjusting his cut, he smiled. “I hadn’t expected him to tell you. Not really.”
Yeah, fucking really. Like fucking really, really. That’s why Cash brought it to Christopher’s attention.
“Stretch took her to his room,” Cash went on, “and I broke away from my little friend here long enough to make sure she was okay. But she wouldn’t let me out of her sight too long, so I had to leave Fee to Stretch’s care.” He gave the Bob a deep, open-mouthed kiss. “She hasn’t left my bed since,” he bragged when he came up for air. “She didn’t want me out of her sight for me to meet you here.”
“For fuckin’ what? You ain’t got no kid.” Fuck, if Christopher didn’t have to come to this motherfucker, he’d stay his ass the fuck home.
“To tell you about Fee, for one thing. Better you hear it from me, than anyone else.”
Fucking motherfucker. Cash had brought this bitch to cover up his fucking Fee.
Mort adjusted a now-sleeping Lou. “Prez, what you thinking?”
“You assfucks accuse me of fuckin’ figurin’ shit out. All the fuck I do is look at fuckin’ body language and facial expressions. For fuckin’ instance, why the fuck Cash decide to show up at one of our fuckin’ father/son days with a club whore, then fuckin’ mention my lil’ sister was at the fuckin’ club?” If he didn’t have Rule on his shoulder, he’d rush Cash, but he couldn’t risk one of his children to beat the fuck out of a stupid assfuck. “Sound to me like you tryin’ to throw me the fuck off, Cash. Cuz you fuckin’ know I ain’t fuckin’ over Megan.”
Cash cleared his throat. “Why would I want to throw you off?”
The entire time, Stretch didn’t move or change expression. Of course, he’d endure the fucking Spanish Inquisition on behalf of Cash. “Maybe cuz you a stupid motherfucker? Or you think my ass the stupid motherfucker?”
“I just thought I’d offer a little fun,” Cash replied, then nodded to Diesel, changing the subject. “Can he come with us or what?”
It shocked the fuck out of him, but in that moment, in this instant, he was a father first. “It’s a fuckin’ school night, so fuck no.”