Misfit(68)
Megan snorted around laughter. “You lived here, Fee. There’s been conversations that were much worse.”
“So bad, baby, she pushed them right the fuck out her head,” Christopher speculated aloud, fuming inside.
He’d give it one more month, then he’d force Fee to resign if she was still blowing him off. He’d have to accept Kendall at face value. For now. The extra time would give Fee a chance to come to her senses, if she was protecting Kendall.
Megan switched Ryder to her other tit, while Christopher chewed a few more blueberries. She was right. It couldn’t hurt to take precautions to maintain cock health. “You ain’t told me Kendall don’t want Fee at the brunch thing.”
“I didn’t want it to be a problem,” she confessed. “I intended to leave if Fee couldn’t sit with us, but she begged and pleaded with me to stay. She said it was fine with her.” Megan turned to his sister. “I’m sorry if that wasn’t the truth. You should’ve told me and I would’ve walked out.”
“It’s okay,” Fee swore, looking between Megan and him. “You two are okay, right?”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” Megan asked.
“Yeah, why the fuck not?”
She faked a smile. “Just asking. When are you and Kendall going to Charlotte’s for brunch?”
Megan scrunched her nose. “Hopefully never.”
“Charlotte did something to you, Megan?” Christopher asked. Brooks’ wife was as bad or worse than Kendall with her strict rules and elitist fucking behavior.
“She’s so rigid about her ideas. Kendall wants to impress Charlotte, more so with Roxy gone. Where Roxy spends time with Kendall for Kendall, Charlotte has a lot of conditions. Kendall wants a mother figure so bad, she accepts whatever Charlotte says or suggests.”
“Yeah,” Fee agreed. “That means we all have to accept Charlotte’s dictates.”
Megan shifted. “It’s easy to see why Johnnie stopped going around her. I don’t think she likes bikers. Not only that. I get the impression Charlotte looks down on me a lot.”
“Listen up, baby. That bitch ain’t better than you. If Kendall wanna fall for her bullshit, that’s up to her. But don’t you ever let Charlotte make you feel less than her. You give that bitch whatever the fuck she give you. Hear me, Megan?”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she promised. “But she doesn’t talk to me too much when I’m around her.”
“Don’t give a fuck. She could offer you a fuckin’ ten-page speech. If it’s full of fuckin’ insults and shade, give it right the fuck back to her.”
“Sometimes, club politics requires me to stay silent, Christopher,” Megan insisted, shocking the fuck out of him.
“Not,” he snapped. “Don’t stay silent to a motherfucker or his ma, if they ain’t silent to you.” That’s why the Daphne situation had gotten so out of hand. “You stand up to whoever the fuck you got to. Another club president. Another president’s bitch. Brooks’ wife. Brooks. Whoever. I ain’t givin’ a fuck. You gotta slap the fuck out a motherfucker? Do it.”
“Then you’d kill somebody if they hit me back.”
“So?” he asked, confused.
“Christopher!” Megan cried.
“Yeah, baby?
“Nothing.”
Christopher chewed more berries, hoping he didn’t get the shits. The thought slowed him down. After taking a few more, he slid the bowl away.
Fee fell silent, then drew in a deep breath. “I know Cash is bisexual. If that’s the reason you don’t want us together,” she added when Christopher frowned.
How the fuck had they gone from fucking discussing Kendall to Cash? “That ain’t the fuckin’ reason. He ain’t interested in what the fuck you want. That’s the reason.”
Megan stood. “I’m going to bring Ryder back to Bunny, then I’ll start breakfast.”
“As long as I’m happy with it, you have nothing to say,” Fee argued, not paying attention to Megan’s departure. “It’s my life.”
“Yeah, except I always gotta fix your goddamn life cuz assfucks hurt you in some way.”
“You don’t have to fix anything,” she shot back. “You take it upon yourself to do it.”
“I sure the fuck do. I’ma keep fuckin’ doin’ whatever the fuck I gotta do to make sure you safe and happy.”
Her face crumpled. “I miss Cash,” she whispered. “Let us see each other.”
“He ain’t givin’ up Stretch,” he told her.