Misfit(76)

Meggie nodded, then focused on Kendall. “What’s up?”

“Not much.” Stuffing her phone in her handbag, she nodded to the briefcase she’d laid on the bar. “Interviewing with a few firms.”

“That’s so awesome,” Meggie gushed. “You’ll be hired in no time.” Coming from around the bar, she hugged Kendall. “I’m so happy for you.”

“I’m sure you are,” Kendall said with a smile, just as the kitchen door opened and Daphne appeared, wearing only a thong and heels, holding a card in her hand.

“Oh my god, Outlaw,” she squealed, running behind the bar and throwing her arms around him, shocking the fuck out of not only him, but everyone. “You gave me a thousand dollars for my birthday. How can I ever repay you?” She giggled. “I can think of a few ways that I know you’ll enjoy.”

“Get the fuck away from me.” Outlaw shoved Daphne so hard she crashed into the bottles, rattling them but not knocking any of them over. He looked at the disbelief on Megan’s face. “Megan, baby, I ain’t gave this bitch nothing for her fuckin’ birthday.”

“You did.” Daphne turned to Meggie. “He did. Ask him.”

Meggie stared at her before looking at Outlaw. “Did you give her money today?”

“She came to me this mornin’. You fuckin’ know I give club girls money when they need it. Read the fuckin’ card before her blood all splattered with it, cuz, baby I’m fuckin’ her up. This shit stoppin’ now.”

“Show us the card,” Kendall demanded as if she had a right, holding her hand out.

Scampering around the bar, not bothered that she was almost naked, Daphne handed Kendall the card.

“Oh my god, asshole, this is your handwriting,” she cried, bringing it to Meggie and fanning it in her face. “Isn’t it?”

Meggie snatched the card from Kendall’s hands and froze.

“Isn’t it his handwriting?” Kendall demanded.

Sucking in a breath, Meggie nodded. “It could be. But is it?”

“No the fuck it ain’t!” Outlaw grabbed the card from her. “Fuck me. Megan, baby, I don’t even give you fuckin’ cards but once a year on romantic motherfucker day, for our anniversary. What the fuck going on around this motherfucker?”

“Why is it in your handwriting?” Meggie asked in a thick voice, making it hard for Stretch to witness this travesty, all Kendall’s doing. “Why does it talk about the other morning and say you’re looking forward to more days like that? I know, I know you wouldn’t cheat on me. But then there’s all this evidence that makes it hard not to believe.”

She sucked in a noisy sob that seemed to break Outlaw. The commotion awakened Slipper and drew the brothers who’d been out in the yard, inside.

“Megan, baby, I ain’t too sure why the fuck this bitch playin’ these fuckin’ games. I ain’t usually takin’ bitches into the meatshack, but I’ma change that rule this one fuckin’ time.”

Daphne paled, then looked at Kendall, seeking guidance. Kendall gave the barest shakes of her head, almost unnoticeable. Then, a gleam entered her eyes, and she smiled.

“Meggie, if the evidence is there, then you can’t ignore it. He’s fucking Daphne.”

Growling in fury, Outlaw rushed toward Kendall, who wrapped her hands around her head. Stretch didn’t realize he still had it in him to move so fast, but he didn’t want his president doing something he’d regret.

“I’m fuckin’ killin’ you, Kendall,” he yelled, almost purple with rage.

“It isn’t my fault you can’t keep your dick in your pants.”

Stretch lost hold of Outlaw. In a flash, he reached Kendall and went for her throat.

“Stop!” Meggie grabbed her husband’s arm. “Leave her alone, Christopher. Okay? Leave Daphne alone. Leave her to me. She will not flirt with you right in front of my face. I don’t care what you two did when I wasn’t around.”

He kicked a chair over. “I ain’t doin’ fuck-all. I fuckin’ swear on our son grave I ain’t give this bitch nothin’.”

Meggie hesitated. Despite all the evidence, she wanted to believe her husband. Outlaw never lied to her. Everyone knew it, especially Meggie.

“You little fool! The evidence is right there. Of course, you didn’t want to side with me where the law firm was concerned. Why would you believe he’d fuck over you?”

Outlaw narrowed his eyes, his look even frightening Stretch.

“What does your job have to do with Christopher and Daphne, Kendall?” Meggie asked, her voice bringing Outlaw back from the depths of hell. Stretch was sure he’d been commiserating with Satan. No fucking body could look like Outlaw had and not have serious torture in mind.