Misfit(65)
“She’s trying to keep harmony in his club,” he corrected. “She’s trying to keep him calm, so he won’t fuck up stupid motherfuckers.” Like me.
Rolling her eyes, Daphne sniffed. “I liked Meggie at one time. Then, Kendall started telling me all she lets Outlaw do to her. Do you know he withholds orgasms from her if she doesn’t follow his orders? She has to suck him off every fucking day, Cash, and then bristles when I’m around? Kendall says how she calls me a cocksucker. All the girls.”
“Fuck, Kendall is the one who says all that shit. She’s fucking with you to turn you against Meggie.”
“What reason would Kendall have to lie? I lost all respect for Meggie after Kendall filled me in on how she really is. At least Kendall calls me names to my face. Meggie pretends to be civil to me, then rips me apart behind my back. I can’t stand a fucking hypocrite.”
“Daphne, Kendall will get you and her killed,” he reiterated. “Meggie doesn’t even say cocksucker. That shit about Outlaw withholding orgasms from her isn’t fucking true. Before he married, he took pride in getting women off who meant fuck all to him. As much as he loves his wife, he’ll double his effort.”
“You don’t know that!”
He knew it with every bone in his body. Outlaw loved women too much not to pleasure them. However…“Neither does Kendall!”
“Doesn’t she? Kendall and Meggie are friends. Meggie confides in Kendall. I mean, this girl is an awful bitch. Not fit to be top bitch.”
Cash opened his mouth to dispute Daphne, but she raised her hand.
“My mind’s made up, Cash. If I get Outlaw into my bed, that’ll be a bonus. I swear I won’t do anything more to Meggie than what Kendall tells me to do. Not that she doesn’t deserve so much more.”
“Daphne, fuck, don’t fucking do this. You’re wrong about Meggie and Fee is caught up in this.”
Folding her arms, Daphne scowled.
Cash cursed his stupidity. She’d have no sympathy for Fee.
“That fucking matters to me how?”
“Whatever you believe about Meggie, what has Fee ever done to you?”
“Other than get you?”
“Don’t say that bullshit! Fee doesn’t have me. Outlaw has barred me from having anything to do with her.”
“That didn’t stop you, did it? So she has you.”
Thinking of this weekend, Cash knew Daphne was right. Something had changed between all three of them. A new dynamic that Cash had to fight.
“Fee doesn’t deserve to have her brother turn against her because you want money and Kendall wants a fucking job.”
Instead of responding, Daphne leaned back and peeped at him through her lashes, roaming her hands down his back. “Why are we arguing?”
Her touch added to his pain and he grimaced, jerking away. “Why are we arguing? Why don’t I just blow you the fuck away and save Outlaw the trouble?”
Daphne tensed, fear sliding into her face. “You’d kill me for helping Kendall take a page from your book? Granted, she’s been paying me to fuck with Meggie, here and there. But she’s using your diversionary tactics. Your games gave Kendall this idea.”
The woman twisted anything to benefit herself. “Let me guess,” Cash said tightly. “You told her what I did?”
“Naturally.”
Kendall wanted seven days. He’d been furious that Fee’d allowed herself to be blackmailed, but Cash understood the position she’d found herself in.
He could kill Daphne, but they rarely killed women. While he was concerned about Meggie, his main priority was Fee. Any action on his part might give Kendall unnecessary ammunition. Outlaw casting Fee aside due to poor judgment would devastate her.
Sick to his stomach, he got to his feet. He’d been so fucking arrogant and disrespectful. Now, the shit was coming back to bite him in the ass. The next seven days would be unbearable but he had no one to blame but himself. He couldn’t even blame Kendall.
His antics left him with two choices: Confess all to spare Outlaw drama with Meggie, and forfeit his own life, not to mention Stretch’s, Kendall’s, and Daphne’s, while also ruining Fee’s relationship with her brother. Or, allow it all to go down, knowing Meggie had already gotten upset over Daphne.
Whichever he decided, he hoped he came out alive after his bad judgment started a chain of bullshit that spiraled out-of-control.
Christopher sat at his breakfast table, reading financial reports and scowling at the lab’s profit and loss statement. They barely broke fucking even nowadays, thanks to the amount of the monthly retainer paid to Brooks Redding. For the most fucking part, it was pissing money in the wind. Neither the club or the members had gotten into serious fucking trouble recently.