Chapter Two – Christopher #2
Christopher clamped his jaw, pretending her statement didn’t haunt him.
Yet she did love him, so she’d never leave him.
Under any circumstances. “We goin’ back and forth between Sweet Megan and Hell Megan if I ain’t nippin’ this shit in the fuckin’ bud.
She even scheduled the fuckin’ hysterectomy without my permission. What the fuck is wrong with her?”
“Probably you,” Ransom said with disgust and stomped to the table reserved for the kids.
“Hey, Uncle Christopher,” JJ said, his greeting quite fucking belated. “Bye, Uncle Christopher.” The lil’ motherfucker turned and rushed behind Ransom.
“Tell me you aren’t going to stop Mom from having that fucking surgery,” CJ demanded.
“Ain’t your fuckin’ business, son,” Christopher said with finality. “This between me and your ma.”
“It isn’t,” CJ denied. “I stood by you, against her, when she said she wasn’t going to have it. We were so fucking hard on her. Now, you’ve changed your fucking mind, so she has to?”
“Yeah,” Christopher said without remorse.
“It ain’t only her decision. It’s mine, too.
She havin’ another fuckin’ kid. While I’m huntin’ Bash, Cleaner, Wally, Jr., Tom Harris, and every motherfuckin’ Scorpion out there, she gotta be safe.
” He bared his teeth at Cash. “And since I ain’t got the fuckin’ backin’ of the club to protect her, I gotta do what the fuck’s best.”
As CJ sputtered, Cash stood. “I have to get home to your beautiful sister, Outlaw. She loves me so much and would never recover from my death.”
“Fuck, you right, McCall. Ima just make you disappear and ain’t ever let you be found. Ima think of a runaway letter for you to write before I fuck you up.”
“Dear Aunt Fee, I was a coward and a traitor and don’t deserve to live in peace or die in dignity.
I deserve to wander the earth in a No Man’s Land for the rest of my fucking days.
I’m running away because I’m such a shitty motherfucker.
” Ryder folded his arms and smirked at Cash.
“Peace out. I never loved you or Uncle Stretch because I love myself too fucking much.”
Eyeing Cash, Christopher finished his beer. “I fuckin’ like it, Ry,” he complimented. “Write that shit down for me, but instead of Aunt Fee and Uncle Stretch write Ophelia and Stretch. This motherfucker not their nephew.”
“Good call, Dad,” Ryder said.
Turning, Cash stumbled away, not so fucking high-and-mighty now.
“Can you call Mom and ask her to come to the club to cook?” CJ asked in a tone Christopher couldn’t place.
His boy was annoyed over the possibility of another pregnancy, but it was a different type of tension.
Thoughtful, Christopher searched his mind, trying to recall the last time CJ ate at the club since his overdose. Twice? Three times? Each time, his ma prepared the food.
“Dad?”
“Christopher sighed. “Nope, son. We eatin’ here. She eatin’ there.”
“Who’s cooking?”
“Fia, CJ,” Christopher answered. “It should be ready soon.”
Scowling, CJ nodded and went to Ransom’s table.
“I’ll write Uncle Cash’s death note when we get home,” Ryder promised.
“Get paper from my office,” Christopher instructed.
“I have homework, though. Mom–”
“This more important,” Christopher said. “Club business. Megan not here to do her ma stuff. We gotta show her how important that is.”
Shaking his head, Ryder gave him a putrid look. “Where’s Ax when we need him?” he grumbled and stalked off.
“Uncle Christopher–”
“Get us a setup,” Christopher interrupted, not interested in hearing how he was mishandling his wife. Tomorrow, they’d thank him. “I need to talk to you before the other motherfuckers arrive.”
Sighing, Diesel scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yes, sir.”
While Diesel greeted Potter, Narci, Torrin, and Huck, Christopher summoned Mortician, Val, and Stretch. If Cash brought his fucking ass back, he’d ignore him, but if Digger came?
Yeah, that motherfucker was owed a stomping, something Christopher couldn’t do last night thanks to his shit bath, the argument between the Triplets, and fucking Megan.
Goddamn.
Megan. Megan. Megan.
Her taste, her scent, lived in his fucking head. Her breathy little sighs, the way she’d clung to him. Loved him with her body and soul.
Last night, in her arms, he’d found ecstasy. Salvation and redemption. Almost.
He had just a little more pushing to do before she once again loved him without question and appreciated his games.
Then, he’d tell her about Rule jumping out of the window.
Tonight at the earliest and tomorrow at the latest. She had weakened.
She accepted his apology and forgave him but still she held onto that new Megan.
The one who so easily turned against him and scared him more than anything else in the world. He couldn’t live without her.
She was embedded in the fabric of his being, his greatest obsession, his comfort and his salvation.
He loved the sparkle in her too-blue eyes and the silk of her golden hair. He lived for the sound of her voice and the brush of her lips on his skin.
Without Megan, he was nothing. No one understood how little he cared if she summoned fire to incinerate motherfuckers. He preferred her gentleness and kindness, yin to his yang. Balanced, she as good as he was bad that, together, made a perfect whole.
But, fuck, as long as she looked at him with the love and adoration that always sent him soaring, he didn’t give a fuck.
Diesel set a bottle of tequila down and two glasses before taking his place at Christopher’s left. The right side was reserved for Megan.
“Potter’s bringing a tub of beer.”
“Good.” He waited until Diesel filled their glasses before he continued. “Talk to Tabitha today?”
Predictably, Diesel stiffened and anger flushed his cheeks. “No, and I resent bowing down to Bash’s demands.”
Three nights ago, after ending his call with Bash, Diesel called Christopher. He hadn’t had the chance for a debriefing. His boy got in sometime yesterday. By the time Christopher got to the house, other shit was kicking off.
“Fuck Bash.”
“I ain’t fuckin’ likin’ what that motherfucker demanded either, Diesel.” Christopher gulped his drink, enjoying the brief burn. “Maybe, you need to refuckinthink movin’ Jana in for right now.”
Eyes widening, Diesel straightened. “How will that make Jana feel?”
“Like you want her to stay the fuck alive,” Christopher snapped.
Diesel drained his glass and poured another one. “So, I have to break Jana’s heart and put my fucking life on hold because of a fuckhead?”
“For now,” Christopher said, and leaned closer.
“We ain’t got the majority, boy. Johnnie, Cash, and their motherfuckers do.
We gotta play this fuckin’ smart. Every motherfucker around know they fuckin’ with their lives by fuckin’ with Megan.
Nofuckinbody know Jana. You disobeyin’ Bash will be seen the same way those fuckheads saw me wantin’ to protect Megan and expose those bleedin’ cunts to retaliation. ” Starting with motherfucking Johnnie.
“I can’t fucking believe you’re saying this.”
“Yeah, I can’t either, boy, but that’s the fuckin’ reality. We gotta keep our fuckin’ power until we figure out how to take those motherfuckers down.”
Unhappiness marred Diesel’s face and he sipped his drink. “You’re really intending to get Aunt Meggie pregnant again?”
“What the fuck else can I fuckin’ do?” Christopher asked.
“When I weigh all my fuckin’ options, a pregnancy safer until I get control of these fuckheads again and can take Bash out.
If I do it now and don’t get every motherfuckin’ Scorpion out there, Ima be voted out.
Half my fuckin’ power’ll be neutralized. ”
Diesel snickered. “Only half?”
“Yeah,” Christopher said, joining his boy in laughter.
“Say I allow Jana to move in anyway?” Diesel pressed, turning serious again. “How the fuck will Bash know? Shine’s dead. He supposedly was the link between Bash and Tabitha.”
If Shine was the connection between those two, Christopher regretted his easy death.
A little burning for a few seconds coupled with a flash of panic and it was over.
He should’ve suffered for at least half a day after they got the truth about Tabitha’s connection to Bash and Tio.
It didn’t make sense for a motherfucker to risk his life and confront another motherfucker out of friendly concern.
“We need to contain this situation,” Christopher insisted. “Which it fuckin’ ain’t. At least let Kendall meet with him to see where his head at. Bash could be lying. But the assfuck could also be serious.”
“Uncle Christopher, Jana is expecting to start her life with me yesterday.”
“Yesterday and today, you a married motherfucker, so that argument ain’t movin’ me.”
“I want her with me.”
“Ain’t givin’ a good fuck. Unless you plannin’ on holdin’ that bitch hostage, you shouldn’t risk her fuckin’ life cuz you a spoiled, entitled fuckhead.”
Diesel gasped. “That’s what you think of me?”