He’d talk before CJ opened his mouth again and got him in deeper shit. “Baby, ain’t what you thinkin’.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking, Christopher?” Megan snarled, throwing him one of her die-now-motherfucker looks.
“Let me fuckin’ explain.”
She spun to the stove and turned off the burner. “There’s nothing to explain, Christopher. Every time me and Bunny go to the club and Daphne’s there, she gives me crap. Always talking about us and them. She walks around the club like she owns it.”
“I ain’t fuckin’ know about this shit, Megan,” he yelled, seeing where this was leading. Motherfucking Cash. “If you woulda told me about the problems she was givin’ you, I woulda told Cash to get rid of her.”
She glared at him, then looked at their boy. “Come on, CJ. We’re going for a ride.”
Instead of allowing her to leave, Christopher grabbed her and spun her around.
“What the fuck you doin’?”
“Leaving. Going for a ride. Getting away from you.”
Growling in frustration, he shook her. “Baby, look at me.”
When she raised her gaze to him, the tears in her eyes cut through him. All the tiny enjoyment he’d gotten out of Cash’s stunt today went to fucking hell.
“I ain’t ever touchin’ no other bitch. I swear.”
“Why was she at the park, Christopher? With our sons,” she spat, torn between anger and hurt. Betrayal.
“Cash brought her,” he answered.
She fell silent and studied him, but even though she was hurt and angry, she still trusted him. Hope that he was telling the truth glimmered in her watery eyes. Holding her face between his hands, he thumbed away the wetness on her cheeks.
“You can call him and ask him,” he croaked.
“Why did he bring her to the park?” she demanded. “One of the girls who’s kept under club protection to pleasure the brothers. What reason would he have to bring her to the park on the day you’re supposed to be bonding with CJ and Rule?”
“Megan, fuck. The motherfucker was drinking or smoking. I ain’t in his fuckin’ head to say why he thought I’d want this bitch to suck my cock, but I ain’t let her fuckin’ do it.”
Fuck, that came out so fucking wrong. But he was panicking as she went from hurt to anger to betrayal to disbelief before starting her emotional cycle all over again. She’d always told him she wouldn’t tolerate cheating. That she’d leave.
“You wanted her to suck you off,” she yelled, not caring who fucking heard. Not even their kids.
The motherfuckers buried across town in the cemetery heard her.
“No! Fuck.” He shook her again, to put some fucking sense into her. “She was sayin’ all kinds of shit, baby. I’ma fuckin’ man, Megan. My cock got hard but I was fuckin’ thinkin’ about you.”
“She still made you hard!” She flailed her arms in an effort to get away, but he tightened his hold.
He was going to motherfucking kill Cash.
“Megan, you know I ain’t cheatin’ on you,” he said, desperate. “You know that. I think you more fuckin’ mad cuz it’s a bitch you fuckin’ hate. A bitch who don’t know her goddamn place with you. The anger you fuckin’ feel for her you takin’ out on me.”
Grasping at fucking straws, he found any reason she might be so angry with him, except the obvious one, knowing CJ’s presentation hadn’t fucking helped matters.
Megan held his gaze and her chin wobbled. “She’s pretty and popular. All the men just adore her accommodating attitude.”
“I fuckin’ love you. I know you hate them club bitches around me. They just near me when I can’t fuckin’ help it.”
She lowered her lashes and he hugged her tight to him. At first, she stood stiffly, then she relented and wrapped her arms around his waist.
He kissed the top of her head. “She real pretty, Megan,” he whispered, always honest with her. “But no girl ever touch how fuckin’ perfect and beautiful you be. In my eyes, you the most gorgeous little bitch in the fuckin’ world.”
“Why did CJ say you had the pretty girl?”
“This gonna sound fucked up, baby,” he admitted on a sigh. “But she was fuckin’ closest to my ass. Cash brought her there for me.”
She pulled away, confusion denting all her other emotions. “Why would he do that?”
“It got something to do with Fee.” At her narrowing look, he explained his theory. “That shit he did was just to throw me the fuck off.”
Instead of answering, she went to the center island and sat. Until Christopher noticed CJ watching her, he’d forgotten his boy remained. He wanted to send him away, but, fuck, he had to make sure Megan understood the situation. If he took his attention away from her to address CJ, she might escape before they cleared the air.