“He doesn’t have sex with you anymore?” Kendall chimed in suspiciously.
At any minute, Zoann would backhand her and send her flying through the window.
“All the time,” Meggie answered. “But I can’t know how to help him if he isn’t telling me what to do.”
“That’s why I tell you you need to use your own brain. He’s not here to direct your every move and you’re lost.”
“When he’s Outlaw, you’re his old lady,” Zoann growled, glaring at Kendall through the rearview mirror. “When he’s Christopher, you’re his wife.”
“She’s always his wife.”
A frown creasing her brow, Meggie glanced at Zoann. The tiny shake of her head didn’t stop Zoann from biting Kendall’s head off. The small spark in Meggie’s eyes, followed by the words, “she means well,” did.
“Be his old lady, Meggie,” Zoann reiterated. “That’s who he needs right now. He’ll come back around to being your Christopher again.”
Meggie nodded. “Life with him is never boring,” she said with a shy smile.
“I’ll bet,” Zoann said with a wink and a chuckle.
“Let’s go to a museum,” Kendall offered, moments later, not missing a beat to change the subject.
Meggie shook her head. “Do we have to? We’ve gone three times in six weeks. Let’s see a movie.”
Kendall sighed. “I’m not too much of a movie fan.”
“As far as I remember, I invited Meggie,” Zoann pointed out in a reasonable tone. “She gets to choose.”
“What do you want to do, Zoann?” Meggie asked.
“Apartment hunting,” Zoann answered without hesitation. She hadn’t set out to do that today, but if Meggie was too depressed to decide or Kendall was on Zoann’s Couldn’t Give Less of a Fuck list, she’d choose.
“You’re doing the right thing, Zoann.”
Zoann narrowed her eyes through the rearview mirror, warning Kendall to keep any other comments to herself.
“I don’t think so,” Meggie grumbled, “but that’s just me.”
“Not everybody can be like you and Outlaw,” Kendall said, daring to peep at Zoann. “Just because things worked out for you doesn’t mean everyone will have the same outcome. Zoann’s mature enough to understand this.”
“You’re right, Kendall.”
“Thank you, Meggie,” Kendall said with a sniff.
Meggie rubbed her temples. “Why don’t we go shopping? I need to get Mama a couple new blouses.”
“Shopping sounds fun,” Zoann agreed and turned at the next stop light to head toward the freeway. “What’s the doctor saying? Are you healing okay? Can you start trying in three months?”
“She has to do a few more tests and then she’ll tell me. Last time, she said she might tack on another three months, so we’ll see.”
“You should be happy.”
Those unbelievable words floated from Kendall.
“About losing my…about the baby?” Meggie asked with a frown, shifting in her seat, her bare thighs brushing against the leather.
“Of course not. But you should be happy to give your body a rest. Right? Doesn’t everyone tell me to look at the bright side? Well, that’s the bright side for you.”
Zoann envisioned shoving Kendall the fuck out of the car and then rolling over her.
“Remember you said you were jealous of my career? I think you’d make an excellent preschool teacher.” Kendall cocked her head to the side. “You can be a pediatric nurse, but you’d have to stay in school longer, so you might get discouraged.”
Clenching her teeth, Zoann focused on the road, appreciating the puffy white clouds filling the blue sky, the scenery breathtaking as she sped through the road winding through the forested area, the shortest route to the freeway.
For a few minutes, the sound of Eric Clapton’s song Tears In Heaven filled the space and Zoann’s mood plummeted, her mother’s face racing through her head, the sudden urge to cry hitting her. She missed Patricia a lot and wished for the impossible. She just wanted to see her mother one more time and tell her how much she loved her. Thank her for all the sacrifices she’d made for them.
Sniffling.
Meggie.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Meggie palm away tears. Zoann slapped the radio off. They’d all suffered loss, including Kendall, whose sister and mother committed suicide.
God. Was it any wonder she acted as she did? Suddenly, Zoann regretted her behavior today. Everyone deserved understanding. Johnnie had chosen the woman as his future wife and she needed patience. She’d gone through hell and back, but she still managed to face the world everyday.
“If only I had slept with Outlaw,” Kendall said a little wistfully, her own voice thick.
Wait.
“What?” Meggie gasped, no longer sad but rather appalled.
“My sister and my mother would still be alive if I had. You’d still have your precious baby that you can’t seem to stop crying over.”
Meggie’s gaze met Kendall’s in the rearview mirror. “And you wouldn’t have Johnnie,” she said softly. “I wouldn’t have Christopher.”
“So you choose his life over your baby’s?”
Meggie fell silent for a moment. “There’s no easy answers in this. I wish there were. This was the hand we were allotted in life, Kendall, so we deal with it.”
“Deal with it? I try,” she whispered into the silence.
“And you do,” Meggie countered. “With equanimity—”
Equanimity? Kendall?
Whatever.
“I’m sorry,” Kendall responded. “It’s just that if you hadn’t been in the picture, Outlaw would’ve had sex with me—”
“If I hadn’t been in the picture, there wouldn’t have been any need for him not to have sex with you,” Meggie snapped, shooting a fierce frown over her shoulder toward Kendall.
“Kendall,” Zoann began with as much patience as possible. “You sound as if you regret you didn’t sleep with my brother.”
“Never,” she insisted. “I just go through different scenarios to figure out what could’ve saved my family. Sleeping with your brother would’ve been it. And, yes, Meggie, you’re right. If he wasn’t so loyal to you right now, he would’ve slept with me and I could’ve saved my little sister, so my mother would never have shot herself.”
Meggie dropped her head in her hands. “Okay, Kendall. You’re having a bad day. I get it. Can we just talk about something else right now?”
Kendall slid forward and leaned between the driver’s and passenger’s seat. “Meggie, can’t you understand? Outlaw isn’t like Johnnie. Sooner or later, he’s going to tire of you and you’ll be left not knowing what to do because you’ve spent however many years jumping when he says jump. Don’t you see? It’s already starting. That night I met him, he was miserable because you weren’t there. Now, he’s making the monumental decision that you don’t have any more babies because he doesn’t want them. That’s control and abuse. Next on the agenda is returning to his cheating, manwhore ways.”
Zoann growled and tensed, her foot leadening against the accelerator. The car zoomed forward and motorcycle engines revved to catch up.
“Let’s get milk shakes, Zoann,” Meggie blurted, laying a hand on Zoann’s arm and squeezing gently.
Easing up on the gas, Zoann nodded. “Okay.”
When they arrived at the place and Zoann offered to go through the drive up, Meggie shook her head. “No, um. No. I need the exercise.”
More like she needed to get the fuck away from Kendall.
“How do you think I’d look with Meggie’s hair color?” she asked, the moment Meggie shut the door. “I asked her a couple days ago and she laughed. She told me my hair is a gorgeous color. But we all know everyone loves golden hair.”
Ooookkkk. Punching the fuck out of her hadn’t helped. It hadn’t even gotten rid of her. On to the next method.
“Your hair color is gorgeous.” No lie.
“You think so?” Kendall leaned forward, her eyes brightening. “Really?”
“You should know that I, of all people, wouldn’t lie to you.”
“You don’t like me, do you?”
Zoann gripped the steering wheel, reminding herself of all Kendall’s trauma. She knew it, but Kendall drove everyone nuts with her ways, so Zoann had distanced herself from her as much as possible. “I don’t know you, but, maybe, I could like you if I did. I don’t like a lot of your actions. Meggie likes you, though—”
Kendall waved away the comment. “Meggie likes everyone,” she said in dismissive tones.
“You’re thirty, right?” Zoann didn’t wait for her response. “I’m twenty-seven. I’ll be twenty-eight in a couple months, so I have a little more experience then Meggie, Kendall. No matter how fucked up we are, you belong to us now. You’re part of our family. I know this is all new to you, but being part of a family means you have to think of other people. Okay? I know everyone harps on Meggie. Meggie. Meggie. We’re older than she is, so we can help her grow into her own. My brother needs her and she needs him. But we’re bringing all this bullshit to the club when, really, Meggie should be handling us. The guys need to focus on their MC crap. I grew up on the fringes of this club, so I know a lot. I haven’t…Christopher and I aren’t close. But his wife isn’t at fault and she needs women to support her not tell her some bullshit about being a teacher or a nurse or anything. If she wants to get a career, she’ll get a career. And, most of all, she doesn’t need to hear that not being pregnant is a good thing. My God, Kendall, do you know the knife that must’ve gone through her at those words? If you only thought…”
“I do and I know Meggie—”
“No, Kendall. Not really. You don’t stop and give yourself a chance to really know anyone.”
“Zoann, over the past few weeks I’ve learned that Meggie is willing to listen to what I have to say and she understands me. More than you, she understands that I’m just trying to help. I know it’s hard for her, but our babies aren’t going to go away. She has to face it sooner or later. I’m excited that I’m pregnant again. I can’t deny that. Why should I anyway? Meggie understands. Whenever she gets pregnant again, she’s going to scream it to everyone and Outlaw isn’t going to stop her. Even if I wasn’t pregnant again. And, yes, I think she needs to do something with her brain other than being a housewife, a mother, and so much of your brother’s sex object he’s almost turned her into a slut.”
Zoann shoved away her desire to fuck Kendall up. In the worst way possible. “Look at it from another perspective,” she said impatiently. “How would you feel in reversed roles? You’d swear Meggie was bragging to hurt you. Well, I can say the same about you. Only, I’m not because I really don’t think you are. And, in case you haven’t noticed, Meggie enjoys Christopher’s—“
“Humiliating her every chance he gets? Talking about her pussy. Or eating her. Or fucking her. Think about it. He controls her. Isn’t it girl code to protect other girls from domineering jerks? I, at least, can offer legal advice. All I want is for Meggie to realize her full potential. Realize she’s not Outlaw’s whore.”
Before she blasted her—Meggie would be the first to defend Christopher—Meggie opened the door, three milkshakes in hand. She handed one to Kendall and sat the other one in Zoann’s cup holder.
“How many calories…?”
“I don’t know,” Meggie admitted to Kendall. “Take five big sips and then put it down. It’s your favorite. Strawberry.”
“Delicious,” Kendall chortled as Zoann got on the road again. “Is it too soon to look at baby clothes?”
Bitch. Fucking Bitch. Fucking conniving Bitch.
Meggie forced a smile. “No. There’s a baby store in the mall, Kendall,” she said with a little crack to her voice. “We can go look. Maybe, you can pick out a pair of little shoes.”
“If Bailey isn’t having a boy and I find out I am, can I have the things you offered her?”
Sipping from her straw, Meggie nodded. “Sure.”
The excitement in Kendall’s eyes left Zoann torn between wanting to celebrate with her and wanting to knock her head in.
Chapter Eighteen
“Strip.”
“Fuck, Prez.”
“Jesus, Christopher.”
Unlike Mortician and Johnnie, Outlaw’s order rendered Val speechless. Dealing with a backstabbing, crooked sheriff was one thing. Having two local badges on the payroll another.
Inviting Mutt and Jeff—aforementioned two badges—to fucking strip, while holding a nine in each fucking hand and aiming it at their heads? Yeah, that shit went to another fucking level altogether.
Mutt glared at Outlaw and opened his mouth to protest, but Jeff shook his head and proceeded to do what Outlaw had demanded. With a sigh, Mutt did the same, the dirty looks alarming Val to no end but not fazing Outlaw in the least.
Val removed his own weapon and laid it on the conference table, timing it with precision as Mort, Johnnie, Digger, Stretch, and Arrow did the same thing.
“Can we leave our drawers on at least?” Jeff asked sourly.
“Yeah, Prez,” Mortician called with a grimace. “Fucking can they? Please?”
Not answering, Outlaw nodded to Arrow, who stood and opened the door, signaling in four Bobs, including Val’s favorite, Bob Sue.
Mutt and Jeff’s eyes bulged and Outlaw smirked, giving a cursory glance to four naked bitches. On the other hand, Val’s dick rose immediately. John Boy looked at the blonde and the redhead—still his ultimate fantasy thanks to Meggie and Kendall—and drew in a deep breath. Digger and Stretch gestured to the girls and whispered to each other.
“I gotta do this shit the hard way.” Laying his guns in front of him, Outlaw sounded casual. He picked up his bottle of tequila and drank from it. “Two bitches a piece to search you two assfucks.” He nodded to Mutt’s and Jeff’s last remaining article of clothing—their underwear.
Mort folded his arms. “Anybody got some fucking eye bleach and brain eraser?”
Arrow ignored Mortician and nodded to the Bobs. He’d taken over handling the chicks a few weeks ago. With K-P dead and Outlaw and John Boy out of circulation, the bitches had been floundering a little.
“Show them you’re worthy to hang around us,” Arrow instructed calmly, his silver goatee and silver hair giving him a distinguished look. “This is what we practice for.”
“Lucky motherfucker,” Mortician mumbled and Outlaw snickered as Bob Sue and Bob Jane went to Mutt while Bob Rose and Bob Lily focused on Jeff.
So Val had given them middle names. He needed some way to distinguish them when he called out to one or the other and hey you didn’t always cut it.
Outlaw sucked on a cigarette and drank from his bottle, not flinching at the goings-on. Val balled his fists in front of him to keep from pulling his own dick out and jerking off. Not that he hadn’t done shit like that before.
Then why not now?
Maybe, the conversation he’d had with Outlaw three days ago after Zoann told him about the baby. She kept him fucked up in the head and, now, his eyes almost crossed at the sight of all that naked female flesh, his ears ringing at the slurping sounds. Watching the Bobs suck Mutt and Jeff’s dicks and finger their assholes wasn’t fucking easy. Val would’ve fucking preferred to have the cops strip completely rather than enduring this fucking torture.
His nerve endings hurt with the fucking need he had inside of him. He swallowed, his heart and head pounding. The sweat popping from his skin made him feel cold and clammy.
“Enough.”
Outlaw’s cold command pulled Val from the brink of losing complete control.
“Jesus, Caldwell,” Mutt gasped, his face contorted. “I’m about to come. She can’t stop now.”
Breathing as hard as Val, Jeff sagged against the chair, not saying anything. Arrow crooked his finger at Bob Lily and dropped into his seat, unbuckling his pants by the time she reached him. She fell
to her knees and began sucking noisily, bobbing her head up and down.
Bob Rose whispered in Outlaw’s ear and he chuckled around the smoke he released. Her big tits brushed against his arm and his glance fell to them.
He shook his head. “Ain’t fuckin’ happenin’, babe.”
“Isn’t it hard though?”
He blew more smoke from his nostrils and smiled at her. She giggled, her body flushing. She backed away and opened her glistening pussy lips.
“See? I’m ready for you.”
“How we went from you suckin’ my fuckin’ dick to you givin’ me some pussy?” Outlaw asked, his eyes dancing. He sidled her a glance and waited for her answer.
She thumbed her nipples. “Are you going to have me?”
“I already fuckin’ answered you. You ain’t here for me. You here for them.” He nodded to Mutt and Jeff, who hadn’t quite recovered from their sexual frustration, a hard task with these hot bitches in here and one still sucking Arrow’s dick.
“But—”
“Leave well enough alone, sweetheart,” John Boy advised Bob Rose. “While he’s still joking with you.”
Arrow’s grunt interrupted anymore conversation.
Outlaw swung his gaze to Mutt and Jeff. “Ready to fuckin’ spill, motherfuckers?” He indicated Arrow. “The come he bout to have? That shit within your fuckin’ reach if you just open your fuckin’ mouth.”
Jeff straightened and glowered at Outlaw. “We arrived ready to talk.”
“There’s talking and then there’s talking,” Val grumbled, still more than a little put out that no one had offered the Bobs the opportunity to suck any of their dicks.
Outlaw stood, his dick stand obvious through his jeans. He walked to the safe, capturing the attention of the four Bobs.
He removed two straps of cash, then returned to his seat.
Well, fuck. Outlaw sure knew how to recapture fucking attention.
He threw the Bobs an emotionless glance. “Get the fuck outta here for now.”
Digger hurried to do the honors and usher them out, whispering to them—arranging a fuck no doubt—and returned to his seat.
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