Johnnie smirked at him. “Except that you’re turning into a pussy.”
“What the fuck you said?” Christopher asked in outrage.
“Outlaw not a pussy, John Boy,” Val huffed out.
“That’s what we been saying, brother,” Mortician told him. “Outlaw not a pussy. Christopher is.”
Christopher choked and glared at Mortician, unable to believe his ears. “You think I’m a fuckin’ cunt too?”
“You’re not a cunt,” Johnnie said with a frown. “You’re a pussy. There’s a big difference. A cunt is an asshole. A pussy is a wimp.”
“Prez,” Mort inserted at Christopher’s growl, “Meggie girl going ape-shit crazy over fucking Daphne. I’m not into fucking up girls, but for what she did? You should’ve shot the fuck out of her. Straight up.”
Leaning closer, Johnnie glanced over his shoulder, then turned back to them. “Daphne’s gorgeous,” he whispered. “Didn’t her flirting with us boost your ego? Don’t you miss having to put in the effort to get pussy? Have a chick seduce you?”
“Fuck no!” Christopher couldn’t believe what the fuck he was hearing. “Megan flirt with me all the time.”
Johnnie rolled his eyes. “Don’t be fucking obtuse. All you have to do is crook your finger at Megan and she gives you whatever you want, especially pussy. Doesn’t that get boring? She forgives you anything. When was the last time she did a pussy lockout?”
Four fucking days ago. He’d walk the fucking plank to never have that happen again. Before that, it had been months since she’d deprived him of her cunt, out of anger. Just thinking of it, made him fucking miserable.
“Once you apologize to her,” Johnnie continued, “it’s over and done with. Like you with Megan, I’m Kendall’s husband and the father of her children. It’s been weeks since I’ve been her lover.”
Why the fuck his and Megan’s relationship had to be the standard by which every other motherfucker treated his, Christopher didn’t know. However, this called for a fucking demonstration. Standing, he went to the doorway.
“Megan!” he yelled. The hum of female conversation paused, so Christopher used the opportunity to call her again. “Megan, come here.”
Before she appeared, he headed back to his seat and sat down, lighting up a smoke and leaning back. A moment later, Megan walked in, the off-the-shoulder mini dress he’d asked her not to wear almost obscene, one bend from showing her pussy.
She slipped strands of her golden hair behind an ear. “You need something?”
He needed to rewind the fucking clock and undo all this bullshit. Shit was spiraling the fuck out of control faster than a fucking speeding bullet. It sounded as if Johnnie was unhappy being a husband. Despite what she said, Megan was angry. He heard it in her voice and saw it in her stiff posture. And these motherfuckers were once again accusing him of being a soft motherfucker, just like when CJ had been kidnapped.
The doorbell rang, and Megan turned to leave.
Setting his cigarette in the ashtray, Christopher grabbed her wrist and stood. “Let Bunny get the door. I asked you not to wear that short motherfucker.”
“Since I didn’t ask you for permission on what to wear in the first place, I decided to ignore you,” she retorted, pulling away from him.
He scowled at her. “Megan, fuck.” He hadn’t called her to argue over her short-as-fuck dress. Maybe shit had gotten boring for his boys with their women but for him and his girl? Not at all.
“I wanna fuck you.” He gazed at her from head-to-toe, his cock throbbing for her. “Lemme bring you upstairs for a quick fuck.”
She gave him a saucy grin, her eyes darkening with desire. “You’re sooo bad, Christopher.”
Settling his hands on her hips, he pulled her against him and bent, nuzzling her neck, no longer giving a fuck if these motherfuckers saw how Megan affected him. All he had to do was touch her and he wanted her. This wasn’t the flirting he’d wanted them to witness, but fuck it.
“I should’ve arrived earlier,” Cash said as he walked into the room, followed by Stretch. “You fuckers can’t have fun without me.”
Swallowing, Megan’s mouth tightened into a straight line and she pulled away from Christopher. “I need to get back to my conversation.” She turned and gasped.
She hadn’t seen Cash since he’d fucked the motherfucker up. Any anger she’d felt toward the assfuck’s stunt went out the window. But Christopher was tired and frustrated at the events of the past several days, all starting with Cash.