“Bye!” Rule offered Megan a quick, “hey, ma,” before speeding off and yelling for Rebel at the top of his lungs.
Lowering the burner, Megan shook her head at Rule’s eagerness to get to his twin sister. She smiled at Christopher. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, baby.”
He leaned toward her for a kiss.
“Mommie, ‘Law got a pretty girl at the park with him,” CJ announced before Christopher touched his lips to Megan’s.
The words distracted her. Instead of giving Christopher a kiss, she frowned at CJ.
If Christopher said one fucking thing, it would worsen matters, so he shut the fuck up, pretending his heart wasn’t pounding a little too fucking fast.
“No, potato,” she said. “Daddy wouldn’t bring a girl to the park with him.”
Christopher winced, his stomach turning inside fucking out. He hadn’t brought a bitch with him. Cash had. Still, her belief in his faithfulness made him feel like shit right now. The Bob’s words had given him a hard cock. It didn’t matter if he’d been thinking about Megan. Another woman had caused the reaction.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, still looking at CJ. As far as she was concerned, the matter had dropped.
“The pretty girl that got white hair, Mommie,” CJ said, tugging on Megan’s shirt and looking gravely at her.
Christopher doubted CJ had put together in his head what was wrong about another woman being around him. He only knew it was wrong.
He also knew just what the fuck to say to get his ma’s attention.
She kneeled down. “The pretty girl with the white hair?” she repeated.
“Uh huh. That girl, Mommie. That girl you know.”
Her brows drawn together, Megan looked up at Christopher, then back to their son. “Mommie and Daddy know a lot of girls. Gurly has white hair. Is that who you’re talking about? The nice, older lady?”
“No, Mommie,” he said in exasperation. “That other girl that got white hair. The one that say I cute.”
Another glance up at him, showing a small bit of uncertainty. “Oh, um…”
“That girl that got her tits out. Remember?” he asked, digging Christopher’s grave and burying him. “That girl that say she got money from ‘Law.”
Megan cleared her throat, still not ready to believe the worst of Christopher, knowing whatever CJ was trying to say wasn’t accurate. “Daphne, you mean?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Daddy wouldn’t bring Daphne to the park, CJ.”
Christopher hadn’t even known her fucking name.
“Uh-huh, Mommie. Him did. Her was right next to ‘Law just like her say he like her to be.”
Megan stilled, like she’d fucking gazed over her shoulder, saw Sodom, and fucking turned into salt.
“That girl you don’t like, Mommie, cuz she want Daddy.”
To be fair, he’d never heard about whatever the fuck CJ was talking about. Beyond seeing that bitch in the clubhouse, the only time Christopher had ever brought her in his office was to give her some fucking money to have her car repaired, on Cash’s request. It had been so inconsequential, he’d fucking forgotten about it until now. Besides, Megan knew if the Dwellers’ club girls needed monetary help, they got it from club funds.
“Her say I listen good when her and Daddy got to talk about stuff. Her say I play by the bar while her and Daddy in his office. Remember that girl?” he prodded.
“She was at the park with you, sweet potato?” Megan whispered, her tone caught between disbelief and the dawning realization that CJ spoke the truth.
“Uh-huh. By Daddy. Her kept smiling at ‘Law and ‘Law kept smiling back.” He gave her a grave look. “’Law told me to go play.”
Megan shot to her feet and stumbled back, the pulse point at her throat beating rapidly. “You were there to play with your cousins,” she reminded him.
CJ tugged Megan’s shirt again. “Why her came to the park by daddy?”
“She wasn’t…” Megan glanced between Christopher and CJ and opened her mouth, trying again. “Daddy wouldn’t…”
She swallowed. Judging by her look, her mind spun, replaying every run-in she’d ever had with that girl. If she put together every insinuation the girl had ever made with CJ’s explanation, she’d come to some pretty fucked up conclusions.
This was so fucking bad. CJ had picked out only the parts pertaining to Christopher. He hadn’t mentioned Diesel or Cash or even the fact that Christopher told Cash he’d never cheat. All the fuck he knew was a bitch who shouldn’t have been there, had shown up.
A heavy, deafening silence filled the space between them.