Outlaw studied the two cops. “We got guns to fuckin’ move.”
“This visit just gets better and fucking better,” Mutt snapped.
“Walk the fuck out if you ain’t interested. If you interested, then shut the fuck up,” Outlaw said, holding the neck of his tequila bottle.
Mutt and Jeff looked between one another. A few, silent moments passed before Mutt nodded. “In.”
“Me, too,” Jeff agreed, his gaze landing on the money.
Outlaw removed the strip of paper and counted out forty bills, spreading them evenly into two stacks. “Say we playin’ poker. My ante this.” He pointed to the unopened strap and the one he’d opened. “Your ante this bullshit. What that shit mean, Jeff?”
“More to lose,” the man answered hoarsely. He coughed and cleared his throat. “You have more to lose.”
“I don’t agree.” Mutt’s face remained florid because of his full balls. “We got our careers to fuck away. Our standing in the community. On the other hand, you fucks—”
“Have our freedom to lose, asshole,” Johnnie barked.
“Your choice,” Mutt sneered back.
“Nobody put a fucking gun on you and made you come here,” Val bit out, a bad taste in his mouth over dirty cops.
Jeff eyed his clothes when Outlaw stood and began inspecting them. “We were already patted down and you’ve already incriminated the fuck out of yourself talking about guns. If I was wired, you’d already be caught.”
“Unless you have some kinda recordin’ device hidden on your clothes,” he countered.
Jeff glared at him. “Is there a point to all this?”
“Prez already stated the fucking point, son.” Mortician reared back in his chair, hands behind his head, his eyes narrowed.
“Guns to move,” Mutt responded.
Throwing their clothes aside, Outlaw nodded.
“What are we talking about?” Jeff asked.
“Fifty AKs and fifty AR15s,” Outlaw answered.
Mutt sat heavily in the chair and hung his head in his hands. “Fuck, Caldwell, I’d prefer you have a fucking bitch ring.”
“I ain’t peddlin’ fuckin’ girls, motherfucker.”
“Just every other type of illegal shit,” Jeff cut in.
Outlaw slid the smaller piles of money to the cops. “This operation ain’t for you two assfucks. Get the fuck dressed, take the fuckin’ bills and get the fuck outta my fuckin’ face.”
“I’m fucking in, Caldwell.” Mutt sounded as if he were complaining. “Jesus, you want fucking blood from me to prove it?”
“Don’t give Prez no ideas,” Mortician advised.
“What do you need?” Jeff didn’t fuck around any longer than necessary.
“Border passage without bullshit.”
Jeff’s head hung. “Fuck. International.”
“Which border?” Mutt asked faintly.
“Both.”
The club rarely brought shit across the country’s southern border, so logic told Val they wouldn’t bring just guns on this run. “Only guns?”
“North, yeah, only guns,” Outlaw answered, lighting another cigarette. “South, no.” He took a few drags. “This a big fuckin’ shipment. We gonna be totin’ a lotta fuckin’ money back. I ain’t got time to set this shit up right. I got everythin’ taken care of except the guns. Moncette send in the fuckin’ Feds, I need this shit fuckin’ clean.”
A heaviness fell into the room. Since they’d found out Moncette’s intentions a few days ago from Ole Danny, they had a fucking hourglass hovering over them and the sands of time were fast slipping away.
“We can’t do this without some county boys,” Jeff said with a frown.
Fuck. Val scrubbed his face. County meant involving Moncette.
Resting his cigarette in the ashtray, Outlaw placed his forearms on the table. “How many?”
“Moncette has to know, Christopher.”
Heaving in a deep sigh, Outlaw thought for a moment, his gaze falling on his wedding band at Johnnie’s opinion. His jaw tightened. “Fuckin’ tell him. Ain’t no fuckin’ reason he gotta fuckin’ know it’s us til we start movin’ shit. Motherfucker ain’t gonna fuckin’ be there in case shit go bad.”
“Motherfucker not gonna give up county boys unless he know who he dealing with, Prez,” Mortician said.
“Offer him half a fuckin’ rock. Tell him he don’t need to fuckin’ know cuz if shit go bad, his ass might get implicated.”
“Who’s making the run?” Val asked, not knowing what else to say.
“I’m gonna tell you after we fuckin’ decide once this shit settled.” Outlaw gave Mutt and Jeff permission to take their money with a flick of his head, then divided the rest between the two cops before turning to Arrow. “Tell them bitches to put out extra fuckin’ special head for them.”
Arrow chuckled. “I got a little surprise, boys.” He opened the door and the same four girls walked back in. “A little something to set the mood. You’re on, girls.”
Sweat beaded Val’s brow. He knew what happened next. Arrow assisted two of them onto the table—now their stage—and they took full advantage of it. While the two who’d been sucking off the cops returned to them, the other two fucked each other, sixty-nining and lapping each other’s pink pussies until they both came, though Mutt’s and Jeff’s shouts drowned out the girls’ heavy breathing and groans.
Val didn’t even realize he’d taken his dick in hand until Bob Sue covered it with her mouth to finish him off. As his breathing returned to normal and the edge had been removed, the girls left. Not long after, Mutt and Jeff were gone, too.
An awkward silence fell in the room, until Mortician broke it.
“Where Meggie, Prez?”
Outlaw lifted a brow. “Why?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Johnnie said sarcastically. “Maybe, because you had four naked girls in here, sucking dick and fucking each other.”
“So? I was conductin’ fuckin’ club business. I needed them bitches.”
“When the Bobs are out, either Megs is with you or you’re scarce.”
“This shit between Megan and me. Stay the fuck outta it.” Outlaw snatched the bottle and drank so deeply, he almost finished it.
Stretch’s phone beeped and he glanced at it. “Perfect timing, Outlaw. Meggie’s turning in now.”
Uncomfortable silence hung in the air. It seemed as if no one wanted to continue until she’d come and gone, although Arrow beat a hasty retreat, bitching out with the excuse of checking on Dinah.
When the door opened and Meggie walked in, Val’s nerves were just about shot. He needed his pills to get through gazing at Meggie’s gorgeous face, knowing her husband flirted with disaster. Only so long a motherfucker could ignore free pussy, no matter how much he loved his wife.
She greeted all of them, her pretty smile not reaching her eyes, made bluer by the short blue dress she wore, her stilettos adding needed height to her and sexing up her legs.
Not saying anything, she waited until Outlaw glanced at her and lifted a brow. She shrugged and lowered her gaze. “I’m still healing.”
“And?”
“She’s not sure. D-dr. Will, I-I mean. But we might have to wait another six months.
“When she gonna be sure, Megan?”
She squirmed. “Can we talk about this alone?”
“Don’t have fuckin’ time today, baby.” He drew in a deep breath and looked away. “Tell me now.”
“She’s going to let me know in five weeks if she’ll allow us to try for another baby at that time or if we should wait another six months.”
Outlaw hung his head, looking anywhere but at his wife.
Meggie gave them an uncertain smile, her gaze watery. “I’m going to call Bunny, so she can bring the boys home. I’ll talk to you later, Christopher.”
“Knock, knock,” Kendall called, hovering behind Meggie in the doorway.
Meggie glanced over her shoulder. In the split second she turne
d, Val observed two things: Outlaw drank in the sight of Meggie and he considered killing Kendall, then and there. How the man managed two such opposing emotions in a split second, Val wasn’t sure.
“Meggie, Bunny called. Her brother needs her at the shop, so I’m going to pick up CJ and Ryan.”
“You been on the premises, Red?” Mortician asked in surprise.
“No, I just drove in. I wasn’t too far behind Meggie. I saw her but she didn’t see me. I’ve been in Portland working on something for Brooks.”
“I’ll get them,” Meggie volunteered. “I was just about to call her. Rest. You’ve had a long day.”
“No, I’ll do it,” Kendall insisted breezily. “I’d prefer picking up the boys to working in the kitchen. You do that type of stuff better than me. I’m the lawyer and you’re the housewife.”
Johnnie glared at Kendall, although she didn’t notice, busily attempting to escape Outlaw’s death stare that screamed die, bitch, die.
Her smile faltered. “I complimented you, Meggie. Like girlfriends do. What did it sound like to you?”
“Like you a stupid fuckin’ bitch who think she better than my fuckin’ wife.”
“Stay out of it,” Johnnie ordered. “We made a pact. Remember?”
Outlaw transferred his death stare to Johnnie, only this look said, I’m going to kill you in a horrible way. But he dropped it and refocused on Meggie. “You ain’t gotta cook for me. I gotta ride out in a few.”
“Can you wait until after CJ gets back?” Meggie asked after Kendall beat a hasty retreat. “He hasn’t seen you all day and I’m sure he misses you.”
“Ain’t like I ain’t seen him today.”
“Okay. You’re right.” She hesitated before closing the distance between them. She bent and kissed him. “I love you.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Why do you get like this every time I go to the doctor?”
“I ain’t no fuckin’ different than usual, so what the fuck you talkin’ about?”
Backing away, Meggie smiled and shook her head. “Nothing. I know you’re busy, so I’ll see you later.”
“Fuck. C’mere, Megan.” Not that she had a choice. He’d grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. “Never gave a fuck if I got locked the fuck up or whatever, but I have you now and that shit fuckin front and center in my head.” He caressed her back. “The shit I’m dealing with now? Law enforcement involved in a bad fuckin’ way. Dirty fuckin’ cops, who double-crossin’ the club. If I don’t play this shit right, I’m gonna get locked up for fuckin’ years.” A muscle ticking in his jaw, he stared into her eyes. “Or fuckin’ killed. So right now? This club my fuckin’ wife and you my fuckin’ mistress. Don’t mean I ain’t fuckin’ lovin’ the fuck outta you. I do.”
“So now what? What do you need me to do to help you?”
“I need you to fuckin’ deal with it.”
“What does that mean? I have been dealing with it.”
“No, you ain’t been. You been breakin’ my fuckin’ heart. That’s what the fuck you been doin’.”
“Okay. I’ll do better. I swear. I’ll be the old lady you need me to be while you’re being Outlaw.”
He went rigid, the only indication he’d heard her. “I got shit to do, Megan. I can’t deal with baby shit or bitch shit or anything but club shit. I got construction shit all over my fuckin’ property, so I can’t bring the fuckin’ guns to the cave cuz I don’t fuckin’ know some of them motherfuckers in the crew. Rushin’ to get rid of this shit is the surest way to fuck up. Leavin’ it on premises mean riskin’ havin’ it found if a raid happen.”
“O-okay,” she said, not moving, running her fingers through his hair. “I understand. Do you…do you want to…?” Blushing, she bent and whispered in his ear.
“No.”
Surprised uncertainty crossed her features. Outlaw got to his feet and brushed past her, heading for the cabinet containing the liquor.
“Megan, go.” He grabbed a bottle and returned to his seat. “I don’t want you in here.”
She started to cry at his harsh words and Johnnie got to his feet.
“Stay the fuck away from her,” Outlaw ordered, not bothering to stop Meggie as she stumbled away.
“Fuck you, Christopher. She’s your wife.”
Mortician glanced toward the door, looking ready to go after Meggie, too.
“You fuckin’ said it,” Outlaw roared. “She my fuckin’ wife.”
“What evil fucker has gotten into you? The way you treated Megan is worth shit.”
Really? John Boy was one to fucking talk with the way he’d treated her.
“The way I fuckin’ treat Megan?” Veins popped in Outlaw’s forehead and throbbed in his neck. “Was you fuckin’ there with us when Megan decided she gonna bury my lost son? Patrick, motherfucker. That was gonna be his name. After Ma. I had to carry my girl away from my son fuckin’ casket. The tiniest fuckin’ coffin I ever fuckin’ seen. I had to pick her up and the only fuckin’ thing I could do was fuckin’ hold her. Me. Not you.”
“How you bury a baby not full-term?” Digger called and raised his hands at Outlaw’s growl.
“Megan was twenty-two, almost twenty-three weeks,” he answered a heartbeat later. “She had a full baby in her belly, one that could be buried. Wasn’t even a miscarriage. It was a stillbirth due to fuckin’ trauma.” He finished off half the bottle. “None of you fucks know what me and Megan went through. What I…fuck it. Ain’t fuckin’ important. It’s done. He gone. He had his Mass of the Angels thing. He buried with Ma and that’s the end of the fuckin’ story.”
“Prez,” Mort began, reaching for Outlaw’s bottle. “Meggie need you right now. I know you see how upset she is over what her doctor said. You going to fuck another bitch not going to help this situation.”
“I ain’t gonna fuck another bitch,” Outlaw snapped. “I’m followin’ fuckin’ Moncette. I already told her too fuckin’ much. If they raid this motherfucker, take her in and fuckin’ question her, the less she know the better. She don’t lie for shit, so I ain’t wantin’ her to perjure herself tryin’ to protect me.”
“Kendall will be back soon,” Johnnie said tiredly. “After spending a couple of hours with four naked Bobs, I’m ready to fuck.”
“You and me both, John Boy,” Mortician said with a yawn and an eye rub.
“Meetin’ almost over,” Outlaw promised. “I wanna put some proposals to the members about investments.”
Mort yawned again. “I still say buy Bunny brother ink parlor. Legit and will save us a fucking mint on our tats.”
“John Boy lookin’ into it. I wanted Megan to open a daycare or some shit. She like kids. I ain’t so sure now.”
“I vote for the funeral parlor,” Val offered. “We save a shitload of money.”
Outlaw’s mouth thinned and various emotions crossed his face. “If you wanna invest with your money, that ain’t my call.”
Val snorted. “Don’t have enough to invest.”
“Yeah, well, about that, Val.” Outlaw reclaimed his bottle and drank again. “You wanna head up movin’ the guns?”
He was road captain, so he planned the routes. “What do you mean?”
“I mean you head the motherfucker. Boss did it with me. Your fuckin’ turn. Give you half of what’s left after expenses. The rest’ll go to the brothers you take, the club, and the members.”
Val nodded and folded his arms, unable to do much else. He’d long ago become part of Outlaw’s inner circle, but what he offered now showed Val just how much Outlaw trusted him.
“Mort, powder go to Northern Cali. You know what the fuck to do with it.”
“Um, Outlaw,” Stretch called out, darting his eyes back and forth. “You know Cash said he getting fucking antsy and he don’t have much to do. He wouldn’t mind tailing Moncette tonight if you wanted to spend time with Meggie.”
Outlaw narrowed his eyes and Stretch looked away, cowered to the nth degree. Another bee
p resounded in the room.
“Little Man back on premises,” Stretch muttered.
Nodding, Outlaw started speaking again, but he kept glancing at the door, obviously distracted, waiting for Meggie to bring in his son.
The door opened and Kendall carried in Ryan. Val’s heart did a little flip-flop.
“I need to talk to you, Johnnie,” she demanded coldly, shooting daggers at Outlaw and passing Ryan to Val. “Right now. This is really important.”
Val tuned Kendall out, making faces at Ryan and feeling sorry for Outlaw, who looked a little lost. He brought that shit on himself, but he understood how the man might feel since Meggie always brought Little Man to him, without fail.
“There’s Daddy.” Meggie’s voice broke into Val’s thoughts, like he’d conjured her, wearing the short fucking skirt and little top she’d changed into, her hair piled on her head.
Outlaw’s gaze fell on her round, pretty tits, then narrowed on her skirt. She was bending over to support Little Man’s walking, but as she got further into the room and had her back facing everyone except her husband, she picked her son up and carried him to his father.
Little Man smiled at Outlaw, but when Outlaw held out his arms, the little boy turned into his mother’s shoulder.
“I fuckin’ understand, boy.”
Suddenly, Little Man lifted his dark head back to his father, babbled and squealed.
“What the fuck he doin’?”
“Playing peek-a-boo,” Meggie answered.
Outlaw engaged Little Man for a few minutes until the child tired of the game and laid his head on Meggie’s shoulder, stuffing his fist into his mouth.
Meggie kissed his temple. “Dinner and then we jump in the shower. Okay, buddy?” She kissed him again and drew her husband’s—okay everyone’s but Kendall—attention to the tit not covered by her son’s body.”
“Can I see him?” Mortician called.
“Okay,” Meggie agreed, not once ever denying them access to Little Man.
Mort, the interfering motherfucker, wouldn’t stand up, so Meggie walked around her husband and leaned over the table to hand the baby over.
Outlaw’s gaze dropped to Meggie’s ass and legs. “What the fuck you got on under this short motherfucker?” he asked, tugging her skirt. “On second fuckin’ thought, don’t fuckin’ answer that.”
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