Misfit(84)

“Don’t say a fuckin’ word, baby. I fucked him up cuz of all the bullshit. What the fuck you expected me to fuckin’ do?”

“You handled it as you saw fit.”

Cash looked both remorseful and concerned. As he fucking should. Christopher thought about punching the fuck out of him all over again.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, sweetness,” Cash told her.

“I just expected more from you, Cash,” Megan responded. “I thought you respected our marriages. I didn’t think you’d try to tempt Christopher with another woman.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Cash bowed his head. “It was nothing against you, Meggie. We just wanted to have fun.”

Throwing Cash a dirty look, Stretch headed to the bar.

“Hey,” Fee interrupted, walking into the room and stopping next to Cash, not in the least surprised at how fucked up his face was, giving away the fact that she’d already fucking seen him, no matter how fucking much she tried to pretend otherwise.

Slipper mentioned to Christopher that she’d been at the club looking for him, then went to his table to say hello. Cash was already fucked up by then. Still, Christopher knew a smokescreen when it was right the fuck in front of him. If she’d wanted to see him, she would’ve called or fucking texted. He’d take Megan’s advice and wait and fucking see, allowing them just enough rope to hang themselves, before he moved in for the kill.

But there was something else between them that he couldn’t put his finger on. Tension he couldn’t understand. It seemed to go deeper than fear of him finding out

“Um…” Fee cleared her throat. “Er, what happened to you?”

Cash tensed. As well he fucking should. Fee was going through a fucking pretense, when Christopher fucking knew she was fucking aware of their injuries.

Stretch gripped the edge of the bar so tightly his fingertips turned white. Fee glanced at him with piss-poor nonchalance.

“Nothing,” Cash said in a hard voice, despite the black eyes, swollen jaw, and bruised cheeks.

“The motherfucker got goddamn jokes, Fee.” Christopher studied his little sister. “Just cuz he fuck bitches, he thought it a good fuckin’ idea for us to fuckin’ do it. After he finished tryna get me to fuck him up, him and Stretch took her back to his place and fucked her.”

The real hurt in Fee’s eyes morphed into feigned confusion. “What?”

Returning to his seat, Christopher clenched his jaw and balled his fists so he wouldn’t pull his nine and blast Cash to fuck and back for fucking with Fee after Christopher warned the motherfucker away.

“I understand if you want to die alone,” Fee spat, glaring at Cash and Stretch, and dropping her guard. “But how could you mess with Christopher and Meggie?”

“It wasn’t just Christopher and Megan, Fee.” Johnnie wasn’t picking up on the violent vibes that only a girl fucking motherfuckers would give off, after discovering said motherfuckers had fucked another bitch. “It was all of us. Daphne was ready to suck all our cocks.”

At the mention of Daphne’s name, Megan stiffened. Christopher scrubbed a hand over his eyes.

“You’re both assholes,” Fee snarled, turning and almost running over Zoann as her, Bailey, and Kendall trooped in. “I’m leaving.”

Zoann caught Fee’s arms. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Did you know Cash brought a girl to the park the other day?” Fee screeched.

Releasing Fee, Zoann stepped back and nodded. “Yes,” she answered, heading to the bar and going behind it. She lined glasses up on the counter and grabbed a bottle of vodka. “Since I’ve already addressed the issue with my husband, I’ve decided not to fuck up Cash.” She gave Cash the once over. “I can’t believe you could be so disrespectful. If you ever make the mistake of repeating that, you won’t live to see your next birthday.”

“Really, Zoann,” Kendall said coolly. “You’ve turned into a lady thug now?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Zoann snapped, slamming the bottle onto the bar. “You were as unhappy as the rest of us. It looks like Christopher has already fucked him up, so it’s unnecessary for one of us to do it.”

“Maybe Meggie has cause to,” Kendall retorted. “Wasn’t it Cash who brought Daphne on? Now, the woman is sleeping with your—”

“Don’t you dare say it,” Megan warned. “Christopher isn’t sleeping with anyone but me.”

“You’re walking around in a little dress like usual, Meggie,” Kendall said. “It still didn’t stop Outlaw from noticing another woman. He’s fucking human. She could walk around naked and he’ll still look at other women. That’s what men do.”