Misfit(45)
“I was already eighteen when we met and Diesel’s a child.”
“No, baby. His age say he a child, but he grew the fuck up when he was livin’ on the fuckin’ streets. I was fuckin’ bitches twenty goddamn years older than me when I was fuckin’ fifteen. How the fuck I’m gonna be that fuckin’ hypocritical and tell him he can’t do the same fuckin’ thing?”
“So when CJ, Rule, Rebel, and Ryder are sixteen and they want to sleep with someone twenty years older, that’ll be fine with you?”
He narrowed his eyes. “You out your goddamn mind? If a old motherfucker touch Rebel that’s the last fuckin’ thing he ever doin’.”
“Omigod, jerk!” She sat up in bed and tossed her pillow at his head. The fluffy motherfucker bounced off his face, landing on the floor as her blonde hair swirled around her and covered her tits. Glimpsing the bare skin of her neck and shoulders, he suspected she had no clothes on. “What about our sons?”
Snarling, Christopher kicked the fallen pillow as she snatched his from his side and plopped down.
“You want me to get rid of Daphne?” he asked, deciding not to answer her question about their sons.
“I want you to get rid of all of them,” she mumbled, but then in a louder voice, “Do whatever you want. Whatever you feel is necessary.”
“I’m fuckin’ askin’ you,” he snapped. “What the fuck necessary to keep my brothers happy sure the fuck unnecessary to your happiness.”
She started to cry again.
“Megan, baby, please, you fuckin’ killin’ me. Stop cryin’.” He sat on the edge of the bed and hung his head in his hands. “I’ll do any-fuckin-thing you ask me to do.”
He waited her out, thinking of the Bobs he’d surrounded himself with to shut Megan out so many months ago. The fact that she knew every fucking one of the original Bobs had sucked his cock. Fuck, just the reason for their fucking name.
“Keep her. For your brothers.”
Her hoarse voice reached his ears and he lifted his head.
“But I’m going to tell her to stay away from my son. If she’s there and CJ is there, and I’m not, she leaves, Christopher.”
“CJ our son, baby.” She’d never referred to him otherwise, until then, and it made him flinch. She’d always been so proud that she had his babies, and it seemed to make her love him more.
Instead of correcting herself, she snatched the covers to her chin. “I’m going to sleep.”
“Megan, I’ma get rid of her ass. My brothers not more important than you.”
To make amends for taking her away from the brothers, Christopher would schedule a run to a rally, something that had nothing to do with work.
Last year, he’d faced the disintegration of his club because of life and death matters. This year, it was because their known enemies were gone; their support clubs did the drug distribution; and the majority of the parties included wives and kids.
That’s why he’d wanted to keep Daphne. That’s why he brought her around even when there weren’t special events. Once again, his two lives were colliding, forcing him to choose one over the other.
“I’m beatin’ Cash to death tomorrow,” he announced.
She stilled, before muttering, “I don’t care.”
Fuck, but she was so fucking pissed. She always tried to talk him out of fucking up motherfuckers.
She reached out and turned off the lamp on her side of the bed, leaving him in the dark. Laying down reminded him that he didn’t have a pillow, and he sighed.
Megan shifted, turning on her back, before facing away from him again. “Want to share my pillow?” she asked a few minutes later.
The tension inside of him evaporated at her question. She wasn’t so angry with him that she’d want him uncomfortable. He scooted closer and laid on the pillow, settling his hand on her hip.
“Don’t touch me.”
Fuck. “Pussy lockout, huh, baby?”
“Yep.”
“You hate me?”
“No. I love you very much.”
“Disappointed in my ass?”
“Very. It doesn’t change how I feel about you. You’re not perfect. You’ll disappoint me at times, and I’ll disappoint you.”
“I wanna fuck you. Just to make sure you ain’t hatin’ on me.”
“Nice try, but no.”
“How long?”
“I’ll tell you after I talk to Diesel tomorrow morning.”
“Megan, don’t say nothin’ to make him clam the fuck up. He need us, baby.”
“I’m going to tell him he needs to know sex isn’t the most important thing in the world. I’m also going to tell him to take a cue from you. Your actions, not your words. You don’t cheat on me, yet you encouraged him to cheat on his girlfriend.”