Chapter Fifty—Christopher
Instead of coming downstairs for dinner, Megan opted to eat with Rebel in her room. It left Christopher and his sons, along with Kaia and Bishop, to eat on their own in the dining room.
He wasn’t the only one who constantly glanced at Megan and Rebel’s empty seats.
The boys did, too. Ryder and Ransom ate in subdued silence.
Their asses probably stung from the spanking they received.
Axel still sniffled because his brothers were angry at him for running into the kitchen when they’d been chasing him, but Christopher didn’t give a fuck.
An unexpected shit bath was one of the worst goddamn things in the world.
Diesel talked to Axel in low tones. Christopher cut up Gunner’s rinsed off chicken. Bishop ordered spicy teriyaki chicken and white rice for them, not realizing he needed to select something less peppery for a little kid.
As CJ told Christopher about Skye, he kept his expression blank and nodded, inserting a comment here and there, but mainly wondering about Megan.
The evening seemed endless as he brought his sons to the den and talked to them just as he did with Megan.
When they left, Christopher sat in silence.
He expected Megan to come down and join him.
This was their private time together. It had been days since they’d enjoyed each other’s company.
Tonight, he thought she’d thawed. He’d been so certain he hadn’t even gotten clean clothes to take with him to one of their guestrooms.
Sighing, he went to the room Ryder and Ransom shared. For months, Axel bunked with them, but he’d been banished tonight.
“He’s small and cute,” Ryder grumbled when Christopher pointed out how much that hurt Axel. “He’s supposed to get us off.”
“Yeah, Dad. He got us in trouble,” Ransom said. He was looking better, not as haunted. Christopher suspected it was because Megan offered love, support, a shoulder to cry on, and an ear to listen to. “Not out of it.”
“What the fuck he was supposed to do? Stand fuckin’ still and let you lil’ motherfuckers throw shit on him?”
“If he hadn’t run, we wouldn’t have gotten you,” Ryder pointed out.
“He ain’t expected me to be there, boy.”
“Our momentum sent the shit flying,” Ransom reasoned. “But it still stands, it’s his fault.”
“Then it’s a good fuckin’ thing I was there. Your momentum would’ve doused your ma.”
They both groaned.
“But Ax did nothin’ wrong. The lil’ motherfucker was tryna escape the fuckin’ torture you lil’ motherfuckers wanted to inflict on him.”
Ryder and Ransom shifted.
“What the fuck you need a bomb for any goddamn way? I thought you was just stockpiling shit in case, not actively building a motherfucker.”
“You heard that?” Ryder squeaked.
They exchanged glances.
“I got fuckin’ ears. Yeah, I heard that. You got two fuckin’ seconds to explain.”
“It’s for Nardo Grevenberg,” Ransom admitted, and told him about their run-in earlier. “He would’ve hurt Ax so bad.”
Or killed him. Axel was a small kid. Probably the result of his premature birth. For his sake, Christopher hoped his genes kicked in and his son grew.
“You sent Ax in cuz of how Harley was actin’?” Christopher asked for clarification.
“Yeah. Like weird,” Ryder said. “Out of it. Something’s going on with her. We planned to tell CJ, but he was scarce, too.”
“Next time, if you can’t find CJ, get Ryan,” Christopher instructed. He had to talk to Mortician. “Axel mentioned blowin’ up Cash afuckingain. You already spray painted his fuckin’ house. Ima end up havin’ to kill McCall cuz of you motherfuckers.”
“Axel’s a snitch,” Ryder complained. “It was his fucking idea, Dad.”
“Yeah, Ax wants to free Aunt Fee. He thinks Uncle Cash is mean to her and Winnie.”
Kids sometimes saw what adults couldn’t. “Ima talk to Cash,” he promised. “But Axel coulda been hurt cuz you sent him in. You defended him against Nardo, yet you banish him now.”
“He’s ours,” Ransom said.
“Not to fuck over. If he yours when he’s doin’ your fuckin’ shit, he yours when he defendin’ himself against you two motherfuckers.”
“Fine, Dad.” Ryder got to his feet and went to the door. “Axel,” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “Get in here!”
Diesel’s door opened, then the sound of running feet over the hardwood floor.
Ryder stepped aside so Axel could come into the room.
“Diesel said I could sleep in his room.” He stomped to the ladder of Ransom’s bunk, clambered up, and snatched his Spider-Man blanket and Superman pillow.
He backed down the ladder. “You motherfuckers owe me an apology,” he sniffled.
“I’m a man of principle. If you don’t respect me, I’m not respecting your bitch ass. ”
He glared at his brothers, his eyes bright with tears, and ran out of the room.
“Ain’t nothin’ more to say.” Christopher walked out, leaving Ryder and Ransom to stew in stunned silence.
Once he checked on Diesel and Axel, Christopher avoided looking at Rule’s door, studied Rebel’s, but didn’t want to butt heads with his daughter. Besides, Megan probably wouldn’t appreciate his interference.
He couldn’t knock her the fuck out and unlike CJ—fuck, all the boys—a harsh command only angered her more. He’d been concerned about Kaia living under the roof with her. Fuck, he probably should fear for Kaia instead of Reb.
Sighing, Christopher took the backstairs to the third floor and went to CJ’s room.
He was entertaining Gunner and happier than he’d been in days.
Unable to avoid going into his bedroom any longer, Christopher walked to the door, his heart heavy.
Fuck, he’d get tomorrow’s clothes, take balls in hand, and return to his exile.
The moment he stepped into his room, music greeted him. The sweet scent of cherry blossoms hit his nostrils.
Megan stood from the sofa, dressed in a see-through nightie that barely covered her ass cheeks.
Her hair was damp, falling in waves around her.
His cock hardened and his heart started a rapid beat.
Her orthopedic boot stood next to the coffee table where a damp plastic bag laid.
She must’ve covered her cast with it while she showered.
“Hey,” she said, her voice soft and sweet. Like an angel’s.
His angel.
“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Megan,” he told her, thinking of Rule’s accident and the fire at the rectory.
“Apology accepted, Christopher. And I’m sorry, too. I accept most of the responsibility for Rule’s state. How is he?”
“Er, he got a long way to go, baby.” He’d tell her everything soon, but he didn’t want to ruin this moment between them.
Her smile was so sad. “Hopefully, when he gets there, he’ll want to talk to me again.”
“I…”
“It’s okay, Christopher,” she told him. “You can’t demand anything of Rule. He isn’t well. He comes first.” She cleared her throat. “Are you…is there anything you want me to know?” Hope gleamed in her eyes. “Anything at all?”
He swallowed, unsure how to fix his mouth to tell her about shit she should’ve known days ago. “No, baby,” he croaked and opened his arms.
She hesitated, but then she limped to him. Relishing the feel of her arms around him, he closed his eyes and hugged her tightly.
They were silent. Just being.
“I love you so much, Christopher.”
“Ain’t more than I love you, baby.”
She tipped her head back and he lifted her in his arms to kiss her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked against him. Keeping one arm wrapped around her, he freed his cock with his other hand. By the time he reached the sofa and sat, he was already buried inside her wet heat.
He fucked her fast and hard. She met each of his thrusts, bouncing on his cock as mercilessly as he pumped into her. He slanted his mouth over hers, enjoying her taste, absorbing her essence, his head and heart filled with her.
Slipping a hand between them, he fingered her swollen clit. The moment her orgasm washed over her, he exploded inside her. She collapsed against him, resting her head on his chest. He held her tightly even when their breathing evened out and she started talking again.
“About CJ–”
“I told him he gotta go to school. I ain’t too sure what else to do so he can enjoy bein’ a student again.”
“The answer is obvious,” Megan said, then told him the assignment she gave to CJ.
“Well, fuck, baby, I ain’t think of that.”
“I figured, but it’s okay.”
“I got a question, baby.”
“I’m listening.”
“Why the fuck Digger was all beat up?”
Her muscles tightened. Fine with him if it had only been her pussy clenching his soft cock nestled between her folds.
Not so fucking fine if she was trying to protect that motherfucker for another infraction.
Instead of a hooker move to completely stiffen his rapidly hardening cock, she stood the fuck up.
“His and Bunny’s anniversary is coming up,” she started.
Christopher narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck that got to do with what I asked you?”
“I know what I want us to get them,” she said, still ignoring the fuck out of him.
“Not a motherfucking thing since we about to spend a fucking mint on Rebel’s 15th birthday.”
Licking her lips, Megan tangled her fingers through her hair and rocked on her feet. Cum leaked down her thighs. It almost distracted him.
“Bunny and Digger want a bigger house. Mortician plans to pay for that. That’s what we were discussing when you walked in. And I was thinking we could pay for all the—”
“Infrastructure,” Christopher inserted, his mind spinning. He reflected on the past few days and anger surged into him. He stormed to his feet. “Why the fuck you needed to see Digger, Megan?”
She flushed. “Because I needed specifics from him.”
“About?” he demanded. “If Mort paying for the house, shouldn’t that motherfucker want specifics?”
“Uh…” She swallowed, wrinkled her nose.
“Why the fuck you closed the bank account, Megan?”
“Wh-what?”
“I co-own the fuckin’ account,” he barked. “What the fuck goin’ on? Cuz not only did you close that motherfucker, you ain’t told me—”
“I haven’t been talking to you—”