Misfit(49)

He gritted his teeth at the sound of a woman calling his name. Not just any bitch, either, but Daphne a-fucking-gain. She was the one who’d earned him a fucking pussy lockout.

No fucking way he’d stop and risk Megan bringing her little ass to the club, then finding him talking to Daphne. Wasn’t fucking happening. For the first time ever, his girl would throw his ass on the fucking sofa. Have the motherfucker moved to the fucking yard, to show the world he was in the fucking doghouse.

Nothing like another bitch to get your girl to show her inner bitch.

“Outlaw, wait! I need to talk to you.”

A white Navigator barreling through the private road forced him to stop and jump the fuck back so he wouldn’t be run the fuck over.

Daphne wrapped her arms around his waist and released a frightened cry. Christopher yanked her arms off and pushed her away.

“Sorry!” Kendall called out her window, pausing and throwing him a triumphant smirk.

“Fuckin’ cunt,” he mumbled, not loud enough to engage her.

“Can you forgive me, Outlaw?”

By the gleam in Kendall’s eyes, she wasn’t sorry.

“Oh, well, Meggie got your tongue?” She goaded the fuck out of him, unable to get it through her motherfucking head that he wanted fuck-all to do with her.

“I guess that’s apropos since you’re always using it on her.”

Instead of continuing with her bullshit, she gunned off as a hand touched his back. He jumped nearly three fucking feet up in the air. Not from surprise, but because he knew who the fuck touched him and he was so fucking close to home. He whirled to face Daphne. “Don’t ever fuckin’ touch me a-fuckin-gain.”

Kendall honking her horn prevented Daphne’s response. Johnnie’s bitch was at the gate. The unmanned fucking gate. Fucking Stretch was inside helping out fuckhead. Spiraling the fuck down, Stretch had been shirking his gate duties more and fucking more.

Christopher made a note to talk to him. It might be time for him to patch out of the fucking club. He wasn’t moving forward or backwards, stuck at the same goddamn spot he’d been in for months.

Kendall continued blowing her horn and not a motherfucker answered. “Jesus, Mary, and all that’s fuckin’ holy.”

Releasing a frustrated breath, he stomped to the gate, using his own card key to open it. He wondered where Kendall’s was, but to find out he had to talk to her, and that wasn’t about to fucking happen.

“Thank you so much,” she called, and sped away. That bitch was up to something. She’d gone from being a humpy faced monster to happy.

“Outlaw,” Daphne cooed again, cornering him at the gate.

Another bitch he wouldn’t spend a lot of time talking to, if he could help it. He wouldn’t even confront her about her bullshit with Megan. If this bitch was anywhere near him for any reason, Megan would flip.

“I wanted to talk to you without everybody listening,” Daphne persisted. “It’s important.”

“Talk to Cash,” he instructed. “He the motherfucker in charge of you bitches.”

“I need to talk to you. Please? This won’t take long.” Licking her lips, she glanced at him through her lashes. “I could always meet you later in your office.”

No, she could always fucking follow him later to his office. At least, now, they were out in the open, in clear view of the monitors. If he needed to pull fucking footage and show Megan this meeting, he would.

“You got two fuckin’ minutes,” he said, not trusting that this bitch wasn’t about to pull some shit, with the way she stared at him. “Talk.”

“I want to be an old lady.”

Her unexpected words caught him off-guard. “And?” he asked, suspicious. Why the fuck she told him what she wanted to be was beyond him. Unless she wanted to be his old lady.

“Can you help me?”

“How the fuck my ass supposed to do that? Ain’t up to me if you get one of them motherfuckers to keep you.”

She reached out her hand to touch him again. His warning glare scared her off and she dropped her hand.

“I know you couldn’t agree to me sucking your cock in front of everybody yesterday,” she whispered, a plea in her eyes. With the fence at his back, she pressed her body against his. “If you give me a chance, I’ll show you how good I am. It can be our secret. If you keep me, I’ll never let anyone know.”

“Keep your fuckin’ hands to your motherfuckin’ self, cunt, and the fuck off me.” Christopher shoved her and she stumbled back. At this point, he wouldn’t have cared if she’d fallen on her fucking ass. If her perfume rubbed off on him, he was so fucked. “Listen up, Daphne. The reason your fuckin’ ass ain’t tossed the fuck out is cuz Megan say you can fuckin’ stay. Don’t push your fuckin’ luck. Just like you got to be a favorite with the brothers, Cash can find another fuckin’ bitch to take your fuckin’ place.”