“Megan here,” he blurted, not having the strength to be ashamed of his pussy-like behavior. He sniffled. “She everythin’ you always said and more. You’d be so fuckin’ proud of your beautiful baby girl. I know you said she wasn’t for me. Long time ago. Remember, Prez? When I asked you her name? You said don’t worry about it cuz she ain’t for you, asshole.” Christopher laughed through his tears and thrust his fingers through his hair, agitated. “I tried to leave her alone. I swear I did. I even left her with John Boy. He’s better than I can ever be for her. Motherfucker has a heart and a soul. But, Prez, I ain’t lettin’ her go. I just ain’t. And she want me, too. She thinks I’m worth somethin’. Don’t know why cuz she smart as fuck, but the way she look at me…Prez, I’m gonna take good care of your baby girl. As long as she want me, I’m gonna lay the world at her feet. I’d kill for her and I’d die for her.”
Christopher blinked away the last of his tears. He’d bring Megan here. One day. Now, he’d let this remain his secret. He’d forget this place to enjoy the rest of the holidays. With only ten days left to Christmas, he had one more order of business to see to in the morning, then he’d ride out, back to Megan, away from this. As he hurried to his Harley, he hoped Boss found the peace in death that had escaped him in life.
WHEN CHRISTOPHER WALKED INTO THE boardroom the next morning, he sat at the head of the table, anxious to get this behind him. Digger, Mortician, and Val sat close to him as they discussed their plan of action. Christopher had decided Val would hang with Rack. He’d stick to that motherfucker like a leech and Rack would let him, too, because everyone was going to think Val had gone over to Rack’s side. In turn, Christopher hoped the ruse would get them closer to Snake.
At least, that was the plan. Patricia’s words ate at him and he missed Megan with a fierceness he hadn’t expected.
Mortician leaned back and folded his arms. “You hanging round for Christmas, bro?”
“Nope. Promised Megan we gonna spend Christmas together.”
The door swung open and Rack sauntered in, helmet held under his arms. He nodded to everyone and set the helmet on the table.
“Showtime,” Val mumbled.
Christopher acknowledged the word with a thinning of his lips. Val was one of his best friends, but to pull this shit off, he’d have to focus on the here and now, not anticipate seeing Megan again.
Rack’s perpetual smirk deepened as he shoved his chair back and dropped into the seat at the end of the table.
Christopher didn’t have to pretend to glare at Rack. He disliked the motherfucker more and more with each passing day. When he buried him, he’d burn his fucking cut, patches still attached. He didn’t want nobody tainted by Rack’s stink.
“Yo, Outlaw.”
Christopher nodded. “Rack, I been needin’ to talk to you ‘bout Boss–”
Right on cue, Val snorted. “Like you been fucking talking about him for months, Prez? We all know you put Boss to ground, and it was to save your own fucking ass. Case fucking closed.”
Mortician and Digger frowned, shifted in their seats. Real discomfort hung in the room. Anything to do with Boss was a tough fucking topic. But this was the heart of the fucking matter. Rack, Snake, and their faction suspected Christopher had killed Big Joe, though they didn’t have no proof to confirm it.
“I ain’t kill Big Joe,” Christopher barked, glaring at Val. After the elaborate cover-up they’d done to keep that secret, the stupid motherfucker was opening his fucking mouth? “You know that a rival club did that.”
Confusion flashed in Val’s face. “You don’t have to admit it, Outlaw. It’s an open secret.”
Rack smiled nastily and nodded to Val. “Be sure you around when that little bitch he’s fucking find out the real story. That Outlaw was at the club with her daddy the day he died.”
Just as predicted, Rack couldn’t resist the jab.
Val sniggered. “I feel sorry for him to be honest. He’s too pussy-whipped to get in her face and tell that bitch he killed her father.”
Christopher gritted his teeth, reminding himself of the long-term goal and ignoring the nerve Val hit.
“Val, shut your fucking mouth before Outlaw shoves his foot up your ass,” Digger warned with a grimace.
“Outlaw?” Val echoed, eyes wide. “Who’s Outlaw?”
Rack barked with laughter. “Spot on, Val. He ain’t no fucking Outlaw no more.”
Val smiled. “Sure isn’t. Nowadays, he’s Christopher.”
A muscle ticked in Christopher’s jaw. This ad-libbing shit was about to get a head fucking busted. Yeah, Val was goading him but he was going too fucking far by bringing Megan into this and enjoying himself too fucking much.
Rack leaned back, pulled out a smoke, and lit it. Christopher got his anger under control. He had a fucking goal to accomplish and he knew Val had to goad him enough to cause a big—seemingly—irreconcilable fight. As friends, Christopher had to overlook Val’s taunts for the time being. If he flew off the handle too fucking quick, Rack would never believe it.
He glared at Rack and Val, reminding himself he couldn’t see Megan for the first time in almost three weeks with bruised knuckles. “You two through bein’ fuckin’ comedians? We got some serious shit to discuss, so shut the fuck up so I can get to it.”
Presumably, Rack wouldn’t be interested in hearing about Boss. Everyone knew he resented Christopher for how things had gone down. But the man was silent, appearing to be waiting for Christopher to continue.
Val cleared his throat. “Before we get to that, I have a favor to ask you, Prez?”
Christopher tapped his fingers on the table, noticing a flicker of remorse in Val’s face before the fucker smiled.
“You left her there with John Boy so you know he’s fucking her by now.”
“Aww man,” Mortician complained, “you actually fucking went there.”
Yeah, this motherfucker actually fucking went there. Red spots flirted on the edges of Christopher’s vision, matching the steam of fury rising in him.
“Can I have some pussy from her, too? I assume since you letting Johnnie get some ass from her, we can, too. We all dying to tap that.”
“Fuck you,” Digger snarled. “I ain’t dying to tap nothing on Megan’s body. Your dumb ass not about to get me fucking killed.”
“Outlaw understands, brother,” Val went on. “I want to find out if her ass is as hot as it looks. That bitch is one hot piece.”
The room fell silent. Not a peep. No one moved a muscle, waiting for Christopher’s reaction. Thing was, if Christopher reacted, he’d pull his nine and blow Val the fuck away. And he really didn’t want to do that.
Val, the fucking moron, must’ve thought Christopher stayed silent because he was “pretending” to consider Val’s request. Had to be the reason he opened his fucking trap again.
“Rack, I ever tell you about the time we walked in on Megan naked?” He indicated himself, Digger, and Mortician with a finger point.
“Fuck off,” Mortician ordered. “Don’t put me in the middle of your I-want-a-bullet-in-my-dick speech.”
“Shut up, Mort,” Rack growled. “I wanna hear this. I wanna know if her pussy is shaved or if–”
“Nope, her pussy hairs are blo–”
That was fucking it. Christopher couldn’t take it anymore. He moved fast, backhanding Val out of his seat and pounding his face. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you,” he snarled, wrapping his hands around Val’s neck.
“Outlaw! Prez!” Mortician yelled at the same time he and Digger started trying to pry his fingers from Val’s throat before dragging him off the man.
Christopher struggled against the hold of the two brothers while Val was looking at him as if he’d never seen Christopher before. He didn’t know if Val’s fury was an act or not. Christopher’s rage sure the fuck wasn’t.
“Nobody…nofuckinbody,” he repeated through clenched teeth, “ever talk ‘bout Megan like that. Nobody ever think ‘bout touchin’
her. You crossed the fuckin’ line, motherfucker.” He jerked out of Mortician and Digger’s grasps and pounded Val again. “I owed you that from the night in question, fuckhead.”
“See what your bitch ass done?” Digger snapped, glaring at Val when Christopher swung his gaze to him and Mortician. Digger knew what was coming since they’d seen Megan naked, too.
Christopher didn’t waste any time, everything combining and ending up right here and now. He punched the two brothers, then indicated the door. “All you, get the fuck outta my face. Meetin’ cancelled due to a fuckin’ epidemic of assholes. And, Val, if you know what the fuck fuckin’ good for you, stay the fuck outta my face.”
As Val led the way, limping out, Digger smacked the back of Val’s head.
Alone, Christopher kicked the chair Val had sat in and sent it crashing against the wall. Val had fucked up by bringing up Megan, and Christopher had fucked up by losing his shit and forgetting the greater goal of bagging Rack and Snake.
Damn fucking Megan.
Because of her Christopher had gone from badass, pussy-loving biker to one pussy-whipped motherfucker.
LATER THAT EVENING, HE PULLED to a stop in front of his mother’s house. The road had cleared his head of the rage, leaving only anticipation of seeing Megan. When he saw Johnnie’s Navigator parked in his driveway, however, he balled his fists. Fuck him, he was going to garrote fucking Johnnie. He hit as many bitches as possible, then cut them loose. Not that Christopher cared, any-fucking-way. The motherfucker could’ve been a one woman man and he’d still fuck him up if Christopher found Johnnie too close to Meggie.
He paused at the front door, wondering what he’d find inside. He and Johnnie had shared more bitches over the years than Christopher wanted to admit. He couldn’t have identified most of them in a photo lineup if they’d had fingers pointing at them and signs hanging on their asses proclaiming I fucked Christopher and Johnnie.
Bracing himself, Christopher walked inside, realizing how cool the overcast day was when the warmth of the house hit him. Faint music came from the direction of the media room. As he drew closer, he heard Megan talking, no singing. Johnnie’s guffaws mixed with Megan’s caterwauling and the song?
Santa’s A Fat Bitch.
What the fuck? Megan was listening to Insane Clown Posse? Since fucking when? The song ended but Johnnie whooped and clapped while Megan giggled and offered Johnnie a grand bow. She wore one of Christopher’s button down shirts, a pair of her own pajama pants and socks, her hair blanketing her shoulders and back.
She didn’t even notice him while she was preening for Johnnie, too focused on him, Christopher thought sourly. His cousin noticed him first. Christopher’s jaw clenched. She followed the line of Johnnie’s attention and her smile faded.
She looked at him with accusation and hurt. And guilt. A whole fucking shitload of guilt.
He glared at Megan. “Interruptin’ some shit?”
Johnnie stood. “Christopher.”
“John Boy.”
Megan yawned. “I’m tired,” she announced, attempting to scoot past him, “so I’m going to turn in.”
Christopher grabbed her and shook her, his fury exploding. “You fucked him.”
“I did not!”
He shook her again. “I might not be a fuckin’ genius but I ain’t fuckin’ stupid.”
Johnnie came up and pushed Christopher back. “Back the fuck off, Christopher.”
His fist connected with Johnnie’s jaw, sending his cousin on his ass. Megan screeched and started toward Johnnie. “If you want that fucker to continue breathin’, get the fuck away from him, Megan.”
She was staring at him, her eyes wide and frightened. Johnnie got to his feet, holding his jaw.
“What the fuck is your problem, dude?” he snarled.
“You, fuckhead, and you know that. You ain’t touchin’ her now, but I ain’t been here in almost three fuckin’ weeks. I’m sure you touched her durin’ that time.”
“You’re seriously fucked in the head.” Johnnie started for Meggie but stopped at Christopher’s growl. “I’ll talk to you later, Megs.”
“The fuck you will,” Christopher shouted as Johnnie stormed passed, slamming the door behind him.
“I’m not staying here with you. You’re nothing but a bully,” Meggie cried, running toward the stairway as Patricia came rushing into the room.
“Megan?” she called but Megan kept going. “What’s going on in here, son?”
Christopher rubbed his face, then glared at his mother. “I ain’t believin’ that bastard. Movin’ in on my Megan.”
“Is she? You left her behind to go frolic with your…” She waved her hands in the air. “Biker girls.”
“Yeah, she my Megan, and, if Johnnie got her in his bed, Ima fuckin’ choke him with…” He caught the words his own dick before they fell from his lips. He was talking to his ma. He huffed out a breath. “I did what needed doin’ after you and me talked. I had to tell her somethin’.”
Patricia gave him a sad look. She reached up and gripped his cheeks between her hands. “I’m so sorry, my beautiful boy. I never should’ve said anything to you. I not only hurt you but Megan got hurt. I just hope you can undo all the damage.”
“Me, too.”
The murder of Boss aside, Christopher had never practiced monogamy a day in his life and had no desire to. Girls threw themselves at him, like he was a fucking rock star or some shit. He got as much pussy as possible from as many women as possible. He also practiced safe sex. With Megan, however, he wanted to own her in every way possible. He wanted to fill her with his kid and give her a reason to stay at his side. And the thought of Megan laying with another man almost fucking killed him. That was some hypocritical bullshit but it was what it was and he couldn’t deny it.
“Do you love her?”
“Ma, c’mon. What kinda question is that?”
“A legitimate one.”
Love failed motherfuckers all the time. Love broke your heart and crippled you with grief. He’d seen it with his mother and he’d seen it with his sisters when their loser boyfriends fucked over them.
He clenched his jaw. “No. I don’t,” he insisted.
“Then you’re going to lose her. She’s young. She has the idea of the fairytale in her head.”
He frowned. “You mean like Cinderella or some shit? How that gotta do with anythin’ ‘bout love?”
“Christopher!” his mother snapped in exasperation. “It’s metaphorical. Stop pulling straws. You get the gist of what I’m saying.”
He did, he thought sourly. That didn’t mean he had to like it. “What I’m supposed to do with her? I ain’t exactly date material.”
“You are, Christopher,” his mother insisted as mothers do. “Johnnie ate dinner with her and watched movies with her and took her out to eat–”
“You ain’t helpin’ his cause, Ma. I need to go kick his ass right now.”
“You told him to watch over her. Or have you forgotten?”
“No, but–”
“Spend this time with her to show her she’s more important than that club.”
“Ain’t nothin’ more important than my club,” he growled, then regretted his stout conviction at the hurt in his mother’s eyes. “See what I mean? I ain’t son material, so, as you can see, I really ain’t date material.”
“To me you are,” a sweet little voice murmured.
Christopher sucked in a breath and ignored his mother’s satisfied smile. He glanced in the doorway where Megan stood, clutching her bag in front of her like a Medieval shield. She’d changed and now wore a pink shirt and a form hugging skirt that reached her knees. Did she really think she was leaving? To go fucking where? A rush of color stained her cheeks and a combustible mix of emotions brightened her beautiful eyes. He was vaguely aware of his mother excusing herself.
He moved toward Megan with singular purpose, although he couldn’t imagine the mutual embarrassment they’d endure if Patricia
returned while he drove into Meggie. But, fuck him, if he could convince his dick of that.
He reached her and lifted her in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. He shoved her skirt up and pushed aside the seat of her panties. He unfastened his fly and shoved his cock into her, capturing her small cry in his mouth. He grunted, her delicate flesh stretching to accommodate his thick dick. She whimpered, such a soft sound compared to his harsh groan. It made him harder, more frantic.
His eyes bored into hers. “Johnnie fuck you?” He braced her against the wall and slammed into her. She was vulnerable now, her body filled with him, quivering around him. He curled his lip, thrust harder. “Did he?”
“No,” she said with a gasp, gripping his biceps, not dropping her gaze.
“I’m the only one who fucked this sweet pussy?”
“Yes,” she breathed, coating his dick with her juices, his rough talk exciting her.
“Keep it that way, Megan. Don’t make me kill some poor fuck cuz you gave him pussy.”
Another whimper and she threw her head back. Unable to resist, he sucked the tender skin of her neck, sinking his teeth in, then blowing on the bite once he had left his mark. He twisted his hips and she shivered. Once, twice, three more times and he brought her to release, coming a moment later.
He held her in his arms, still encased in her, and kissed her damp forehead, then leaned his own on the wall above her head. They stood silent for long moments, then he pulled out of her and set her back on her feet. She stared up at him, her beautiful face flushed and glistening with sweat, her lips red and swollen. Passion still clouded her eyes and he felt his dick hardening all over again.
He’d missed her like fuck and intended to fuck her for hours to make up for their days apart.
THIS WAS THE FIRST CHRISTMAS Meggie had ever spent without her mother. It shouldn’t have bothered her so much. She was a woman now—Christopher had seen to that—and she had her own life. She couldn’t be Christopher’s old lady and her mother’s little girl. She knew that. But she also knew how wasted Thomas got. On holidays, his drinking increased exponentially and his violence went off-the-charts.
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