Another kick made Cash grunt.
“Ask me what the fuck he told her?”
He didn’t know if he could, he was in so much pain, but then Outlaw reached his head again and stared down with a look of cold rage.
“Wh-what did CJ s-say?” he managed.
“My boy told Megan I had a pretty girl with me. Megan knew I ain’t brought no bitch nowhere. CJ told his ma she knew the bitch. The lady with the white hair that you don’t like. She couldn’t fuckin’ believe I had one of them Bob bitches around our boys at the fuckin’ park. You know how goddamn pissed she was? I told her you the motherfucker who brought the bitch. We fuckin’ talked, but havin’ that bitch near me upset her. That girl popular with the brothers, so I ain’t let that bitch go, but I’m fuckin’ sick of her bullshit with me. Then, just when Megan was forgivin’ my ass, you know what the fuck else CJ said?”
Cash couldn’t imagine, and didn’t want to. He’d have to pull the little kid aside and tell him about the bro code.
“He told his ma Diesel left with you, Stretch, and that girl. I had a fuckin’ choice to make. I could lie to my wife about why the four of you motherfuckers left. Save my ass from a pussy lockout. Or I could tell her the truth and have a pissed lil’ motherfucker on my hands.”
Fuck. Cash hoped he opted to lie.
“You know what the fuck it’s like sleepin’ next to her, but havin’ her look at me like she gonna fuck me up if I fuckin’ touch her? I ain’t fucked her last night or this mornin’. Know why, motherfucker? Cuz she disappointed that I let our kid go and fuck a grown motherfuckin’ woman who fuck everything she see.” He grabbed Cash’s collar and pulled him to his feet. “I spend my fuckin’ life tryin’ not to upset her and I e-fuckin-specially don’t want to see her look at me with fuckin’ disappointment. That about fuckin’ killed me.”
Another hit to his gut. This time Cash couldn’t hold in his moan as he hit the floor with a hard thump.
“I’m beatin’ the fuck outta you for my Megan. I ain’t fucked you up yet for Fee or the position you put me in with Diesel.”
He was going to get beaten to death.
“I told Megan hello, Cash. Fuckin’ hello. CJ first fuckin’ words to her was about that bitch. He didn’t even give me a fuckin’ chance to get a goddamn kiss from her. What the motherfuck was you thinkin’?”
He wasn’t thinking, even though Stretch had tried to warn him. But he always thought he knew best.
A knock on the door interrupted Outlaw mid-kick.
Cash rolled into a ball, thankful for the interruption that gave him a chance to prepare to die. He hadn’t spoken to his mother in weeks. Now, she’d get the call she’d so long dreaded.
Outlaw’s boots reappeared by Cash’s head.
“Megan just got back from bringin’ Diesel to school. She probably lectured the fuck outta him. That’s why she didn’t want his ass on the bus this mornin’. Girls fuckin’ born with that lecturin’ gene. She cookin’ for me, so I gotta cut your fuckin’ up short.” He walked away, with Cash’s head still intact. “Get him the fuck outta my office.”
Cash didn’t know who he spoke to, until he saw Stretch looming above him. He looked down at him with a furrowed brow and concern in his eyes.
“I should say I told you so, but I don’t have to say a fucking thing,” Stretch said on a sigh.
For the first time in a long time, Cash felt grateful for Stretch’s calm demeanor, so he said nothing and allowed the man to help him to the bar.
Fuck up Cash. Check.
Get Megan to forgive him. Un-fucking-known.
Tape his boy’s mouth shut. Never fucking happening.
Ask Digger why the fuck he thought domestic issues were easily solved. As soon as fucking possible.
Twenty minutes after Megan’s call, Christopher ran down his to-do list as he headed out of the club and into the early morning sunshine. One motherfucker after the other had stopped him. Fucking Daphne lurked around, waving and smiling at him, before the bitch took out her phone and lost interest in him. Lucky for her, cuz he almost lost his shit, which would’ve delayed him getting to Megan even more.
A few bikes were parked, but, for the most part, it was almost deserted. Usually, Megan came here with him to prepare breakfast for whoever might be around. This morning, pissed and wanting to take Diesel to school, that hadn’t happened. At least, she’d called him and invited him to eat with her. A good fucking sign. She’d calmed the fuck down and softened toward him.
“Outlaw!”