Misfit(66)
However, any fucking thing was possible, so he considered this a good fucking investment, even if it meant they just about broke even at the lab.
Besides, Brooks had called him in to reassure him about Noah Counts. He was doing shit aboveboard, but Christopher still wasn’t interested in dealing with him and had told Brooks as much. The Torps regrouping wasn’t alarming at the moment, but he’d keep a bead on the situation in case he had to take motherfuckers out.
“Look who dropped in to eat with us,” Megan announced, leading Fee in.
Christopher closed the folder, shut his thoughts down, and stared at his sister. “This a social visit or a business visit?”
“It’s eight in the morning,” Fee chirped, sliding into her seat as Megan left them alone. “Definitely social.”
“For fuckin’ real, Fee? I been gettin’ the same bullshit from you every-fuckin-day. Kendall fine. I know that bitch ain’t. She never is, especially if she off her meds. I saw her ass yesterday and she look too fuckin’ happy not to be up to shit. I wanna know what. That’s why the fuck you there.”
Guilt flitted across Fee’s face, putting Christopher on high fucking alert.
“What the fuck you hidin’? Or you helpin’ Kendall out cuz you still fuckin’ Cash and want my motherfuckin’ ass distracted?”
“How did you come to that conclusion?” she asked faintly.
Her fucking answer raised his suspicions even more. “By dealin’ with motherfuckers who like to play fuckin’ games. Kendall one of them motherfuckers and Cash another. That leave you. Lyin’ to me. I can only think one fuckin’ reason for that. Cash. Especially after the stunt he pulled and bringin’ you the fuck up for no reason.”
Fee shifted her weight, opening and closing her mouth before she pushed words out. “What stunt did he pull?”
“He brought a bitch to suck my cock. He fuckin’ lucky Megan called my ass. I intended to stomp his fuckin’ head in.”
She gasped, the fucking alarm in her eyes pissing Christopher the fuck off. If Cash was keeping his cock out of her, she wouldn’t look as if she saw a fucking ghost.
“Wh-what do you think he wanted to throw you off from?”
“The fuckin’ fact you brought your ass to the club.”
Her mouth formed an ‘o’ and her eyes widened. “You knew about that?” she whispered, sounding miserable.
“Fuck yeah. Motherfucker gave himself away.”
“And you beat Cash up?” she asked, fidgeting in her seat.
“Fuck no. Ain’t got the fuck around to that part of his ass beatin’. I was still fuckin’ him up over Megan. Now, what the fuck goin’ on, Ophelia?”
“Nothing!”
Megan returned, carrying the pot of coffee, filling Fee’s mug first, followed by Christopher’s. He tracked her movements, drawn as much to her jiggling tits—noticeable because she wore no bra beneath her T-shirt—as he was to her fluttering hair and graceful movements.
Maybe, he’d do a repeat of the shower they’d had a couple of mornings ago. He’d make sure to lock the door. The mess that had been made from CJ, Rule, and Rebel showering with their clothes on, last night, had been fucking ridiculous. Megan had agreed to CJ doing the shit, then had made Christopher’s ass clean it.
The fucking shit she got him to do.
“Be right back.” Megan’s announcement drew his hungry gaze from her tits. She headed back to the kitchen, carrying the now-nearly empty coffeepot.
Fee sipped the steaming liquid. “I just came to talk to you and Meggie. You know, see how you are and stuff.”
“And fuckin’ stuff? What the fuck that mean? Unless you got something to tell me about Kendall?”
She squirmed in her seat and he waited. Much to his disappointment and fucking suspicion, Fee lowered her lashes and shook her head. “Kendall has been very boring.”
Possible but not fucking probable. “Why the fuck you comin’ here so fuckin’ early?”
“I didn’t realize I had a specific time to come over.”
He studied his little sister. Had he made a fucking mistake by installing her in Kendall’s house? “Listen up, Fee. I need to make sure Kendall stay the fuck outta trouble. I fuckin’ shot John Boy cuz of her. I almost missed Ryder bein’ born cuz of her. She gotta be watched.”
“Kendall’s cool,” Fee insisted. “She’s a little anal about certain things. Other than that, she’s fine. She just needs a friend.”
“Megan tried to be her friend. That bitch used that to her advantage. You ain’t there to protect Kendall. You there to protect me and Megan. Johnnie,” he added. “Zoann and Val too. Fuck, the whole goddamn club. If she doin’ something, tell me.”