Misfit(97)
She’d arranged for them to be alone. Had made herself smell even sweeter and put on that little scrap of silk at eight o’clock in the evening. He’d follow her lead.
“Why you think Fee coverin’ for Kendall?” he asked, no longer giving a fuck. At least not at this particular moment with his wife so close to him.
“Because Kendall is Kendall.”
Her answer was so fucking vague. There had to be more to the fucking story. Megan never accused motherfuckers of shit without reason. “What the fuck that mean, baby? What the bitch do now?”
“Nothing for you to worry about. We worked it out.”
“Fee know?”
“About the argument I had with Kendall?”
Christopher gritted his teeth to keep his temper in check, reminding himself that he needed to let Megan handle that cunt herself. But, fuck, he hated it.
“If that’s what you were asking, yes, Fee knew that Kendall and I had a disagreement.”
A disagreement she hadn’t told him about. Anything involving Megan needed to be reported to him. Maybe, he hadn’t made that clear, although he thought even motherfuckers visiting from outer space knew that. “You ain’t mad I set Fee up as a spy?”
“No. I trust your judgment. If you think Kendall needs to be watched, then do it.”
He swallowed at her flat words. Hating the gap between them, he slid down and rested his head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling as she was. “You trust my judgment,” he echoed. “You still trust me?”
Silence met his question, then she sighed. “I do.”
Relief settling into his, he clasped his hands behind his head. “Why you feel so distant, baby? Why you cry?”
“We’ve been through enough. We should be past this. I can’t understand why she’s doing this”
She? Megan could’ve been talking about Daphne, but Christopher got the feeling she was referring to psycho bitch.
“All this unnecessary drama,” she continued on a sniffle. “All because she thinks Ryder belongs to Johnnie.”
If Megan had suddenly hopped up on the fucking bed and exploded into a fucking little green demon, Christopher wouldn’t have been as shocked. “What the fuck you said?”
“Kendall,” she said, tears sliding down her cheeks. “I never thought she’d take her jealousy this far. But I’ve had days to think about this. I keep thinking about her mentioning her job. Then when I add that to her accusation, I feel she’s the one behind this entire situation. Whatever other disagreement she and I might have, I’d never try to destroy her marriage. Hurt her like she’s done…” She halted and drew in a deep breath. “Tried to do to me.”
No, that bitch had hurt Megan. That’s why she was crying now. Her tears deflated the anger that rose up in him when Megan said Kendall believed she’d given pussy to Johnnie. Cuz, fuck, that was the only fucking way he’d be Ryder’s old man.
“I’ve defended her to you and everyone else, and I want to be wrong about her, Christopher. And…”
More sniffling that broke Christopher’s heart and made his fingers twitch to kill Kendall. “And what, baby?”
“This is so stupid.”
“Ain’t nothin’ you say or do stupid, Megan,” he said gruffly.
“I-I know you wouldn’t cheat on me. Yet, there was this small seed of doubt that I hated. Daphne has just been all over the place lately. Kendall hasn’t made her act the way she’s been acting. I’ve been so torn, wanting to tell you to let her come back for the club but just hating…” Her voice trailed off.
“Megan, if I see that cunt, I might fuckin’ shoot her.” That’s how angry he was. He shifted onto his side and found Megan still crying, and still staring at the ceiling. “I ain’t understandin’ why the fuck Fee lyin’ to me. All this shit tie together. Motherfuckers fuckin’ with you to get the spotlight off what the fuck they doin’. I think Cash and Fee still fuckin’. All them motherfuckers know I can’t fuckin’ remember my goddamn name if you hurtin’.”
“If that’s the case, where does Kendall fit into this? And why would Daphne try to make me believe she’s sleeping with you if Cash is trying to divert your attention from him and Fee? How does Fee play into all this?”
Satisfied that Megan was opening up to him, Christopher considered her questions. His head felt a little clearer. Remembering he’d decided to deal with Kendall because he was as manipulating and calculating as her, he tried to make his mind work like a psycho bitch’s.