“What the fuck you hidin’? Or you helpin’ Kendall out cuz you still fuckin’ Cash and want my motherfuckin’ ass distracted?”
“How did you come to that conclusion?” she asked faintly.
Her fucking answer raised his suspicions even more. “By dealin’ with motherfuckers who like to play fuckin’ games. Kendall one of them motherfuckers and Cash another. That leave you. Lyin’ to me. I can only think one fuckin’ reason for that. Cash. Especially after the stunt he pulled and bringin’ you the fuck up for no reason.”
Fee shifted her weight, opening and closing her mouth before she pushed words out. “What stunt did he pull?”
“He brought a bitch to suck my cock. He fuckin’ lucky Megan called my ass. I intended to stomp his fuckin’ head in.”
She gasped, the fucking alarm in her eyes pissing Christopher the fuck off. If Cash was keeping his cock out of her, she wouldn’t look as if she saw a fucking ghost.
“Wh-what do you think he wanted to throw you off from?”
“The fuckin’ fact you brought your ass to the club.”
Her mouth formed an ‘o’ and her eyes widened. “You knew about that?” she whispered, sounding miserable.
“Fuck yeah. Motherfucker gave himself away.”
“And you beat Cash up?” she asked, fidgeting in her seat.
“Fuck no. Ain’t got the fuck around to that part of his ass beatin’. I was still fuckin’ him up over Megan. Now, what the fuck goin’ on, Ophelia?”
“Nothing!”
Megan returned, carrying the pot of coffee, filling Fee’s mug first, followed by Christopher’s. He tracked her movements, drawn as much to her jiggling tits—noticeable because she wore no bra beneath her T-shirt—as he was to her fluttering hair and graceful movements.
Maybe, he’d do a repeat of the shower they’d had a couple of mornings ago. He’d make sure to lock the door. The mess that had been made from CJ, Rule, and Rebel showering with their clothes on, last night, had been fucking ridiculous. Megan had agreed to CJ doing the shit, then had made Christopher’s ass clean it.
The fucking shit she got him to do.
“Be right back.” Megan’s announcement drew his hungry gaze from her tits. She headed back to the kitchen, carrying the now-nearly empty coffeepot.
Fee sipped the steaming liquid. “I just came to talk to you and Meggie. You know, see how you are and stuff.”
“And fuckin’ stuff? What the fuck that mean? Unless you got something to tell me about Kendall?”
She squirmed in her seat and he waited. Much to his disappointment and fucking suspicion, Fee lowered her lashes and shook her head. “Kendall has been very boring.”
Possible but not fucking probable. “Why the fuck you comin’ here so fuckin’ early?”
“I didn’t realize I had a specific time to come over.”
He studied his little sister. Had he made a fucking mistake by installing her in Kendall’s house? “Listen up, Fee. I need to make sure Kendall stay the fuck outta trouble. I fuckin’ shot John Boy cuz of her. I almost missed Ryder bein’ born cuz of her. She gotta be watched.”
“Kendall’s cool,” Fee insisted. “She’s a little anal about certain things. Other than that, she’s fine. She just needs a friend.”
“Megan tried to be her friend. That bitch used that to her advantage. You ain’t there to protect Kendall. You there to protect me and Megan. Johnnie,” he added. “Zoann and Val too. Fuck, the whole goddamn club. If she doin’ something, tell me.”
“I will,” Fee promised, her stilted movements noted.
Kendall was doing something. Christopher was sure of it. Worse, she’d pulled his little sister over to her side, convinced her she wasn’t stone fucking crazy. In case he hadn’t been clear… “Fee, I ain’t givin’ a fuck who it be, if you fuck over me, I’ma be pissed and ain’t ever fuckin’ havin’ nothin’ to do with you a-fuckin-gain. If you know something, think long and fuckin’ hard before you decide to keep it from me. Hear me?”
“Yes,” she whispered, misery darkening her face.
Now that he’d made his point, he decided to change the subject. “How you like them brunches Kendall and Megan do every week?”
Sighing, Fee set her mug down. “I don’t go. It’s bad form. Gauche, Kendall says. Employees aren’t supposed to dine with their employers at a social gathering, so I’m not allowed to sit with them.”
Christopher snapped his brows together. “What the fuck you mean? Not fuckin’ allowed? You a grown fuckin’ woman. How the fuck another motherfucker allow you to do any-fuckin-thing? You do it cuz you fuckin’ wanna.”
“It’s her house and I work for her. She can allow me in whatever way she wants.”
“The fuck she can. You related to that bitch and to Megan…” Voice trailing off, he narrowed his eyes. “Wait a fuckin’ minute. Megan let her get the fuck away with this bullshit? Excludin’ you like you ain’t nothin’?”
“Meggie always defends me.”
“If she ain’t walkin’ the fuck out if you can’t sit at that motherfuckin’ table with them, she ain’t fuckin’ defendin’ you. Megan!” he roared, angrier that he had further fucking proof his girl fell for that bitch’s bullshit again and his sister was also under her spell.
“No, Christopher!” Fee grabbed his arm. “Don’t do this.”
He yanked away and got to his feet. “MEGAN!”
She came through the door, Ryder balanced on one shoulder and carrying a bowl of blueberries in the other hand. She sat the bowl near Christopher. “What’s the matter?”
“What the fuck you doin’ brunchin’ with motherfuckin’ psycho bitch when she makin’ Fee not eat with you?”
Megan’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “What?”
“It’s not brunching,” Fee corrected. “Kendall wouldn’t like to hear it referred to as that.”
Fee’s statement pissed Christopher off even more. “I don’t give a motherfuck what the fuck it’s called,” he raged, his loud voice making Ryder whine. Christopher disregarded Megan’s glower. She rocked their kid on her shoulder, bouncing her tits with her. For the moment, he ignored how her nipples pressed against the thin T-shirt as well as his rising hard-on. “Call it fuckin’ munchin’ for all the fuck I care. Tell Kendall go fuck herself. If Fee ain’t sittin’ with you and her, you ain’t sittin’ with her. What the fuck wrong with that bitch?”
Megan whispered to Ryder. He’d gone from whining to crying and words weren’t comforting him. She sat in her spot at the table and bared her tit, guiding Ryder to her nipple.
To counteract his sudden need to fuck, Christopher sipped from his cup.
“Eat some blueberries,” Megan suggested, sliding the bowl closer to him.
He didn’t want to talk about fucking berries at the moment. However, they were freshly washed and in a pretty bowl. She’d gone to a lot of trouble to put this shit on the table.
He scowled, but popped a couple into his mouth.
“Do you know if you eat blueberries every day, it’s supposed to help with erectile dysfunction?”
Christopher choked at Megan’s question. “What the fuck, baby? I ain’t havin’ a problem gettin’ my cock up. It’s fuckin’ hard right now.”
“Gross!” Fee complained.
Megan kissed the top of Ryder’s head. At birth, he’d been bald, but his hair was coming in the same color as Megan’s and Rebel’s. Ryder’s eyes had been blue. Now, they were lightening. Christopher swore he saw specks of green in his irises.
“I don’t want you to stop being able to…you know,” Megan whispered. “Every day like we do. I thought why not try this. It can’t hurt.”
He grinned at her, his anger evaporating. “As long as I got a fuckin’ tongue, I’ll get you off, baby, even if my dick stop workin’.”
Fee made a gagging noise. “Oh my God, this is the most disgusting conversation ever.” She stopped and scrunched up her face, deep in thought. Her face reddening, she squirmed in her
seat. “It sounds as if you two have a very satisfying sex life. Mutually satisfying,” she added, staring at the table.
Megan snorted around laughter. “You lived here, Fee. There’s been conversations that were much worse.”
“So bad, baby, she pushed them right the fuck out her head,” Christopher speculated aloud, fuming inside.
He’d give it one more month, then he’d force Fee to resign if she was still blowing him off. He’d have to accept Kendall at face value. For now. The extra time would give Fee a chance to come to her senses, if she was protecting Kendall.
Megan switched Ryder to her other tit, while Christopher chewed a few more blueberries. She was right. It couldn’t hurt to take precautions to maintain cock health. “You ain’t told me Kendall don’t want Fee at the brunch thing.”
“I didn’t want it to be a problem,” she confessed. “I intended to leave if Fee couldn’t sit with us, but she begged and pleaded with me to stay. She said it was fine with her.” Megan turned to his sister. “I’m sorry if that wasn’t the truth. You should’ve told me and I would’ve walked out.”
“It’s okay,” Fee swore, looking between Megan and him. “You two are okay, right?”
“Why wouldn’t we be?” Megan asked.
“Yeah, why the fuck not?”
She faked a smile. “Just asking. When are you and Kendall going to Charlotte’s for brunch?”
Megan scrunched her nose. “Hopefully never.”
“Charlotte did something to you, Megan?” Christopher asked. Brooks’ wife was as bad or worse than Kendall with her strict rules and elitist fucking behavior.
“She’s so rigid about her ideas. Kendall wants to impress Charlotte, more so with Roxy gone. Where Roxy spends time with Kendall for Kendall, Charlotte has a lot of conditions. Kendall wants a mother figure so bad, she accepts whatever Charlotte says or suggests.”
“Yeah,” Fee agreed. “That means we all have to accept Charlotte’s dictates.”
Megan shifted. “It’s easy to see why Johnnie stopped going around her. I don’t think she likes bikers. Not only that. I get the impression Charlotte looks down on me a lot.”
“Listen up, baby. That bitch ain’t better than you. If Kendall wanna fall for her bullshit, that’s up to her. But don’t you ever let Charlotte make you feel less than her. You give that bitch whatever the fuck she give you. Hear me, Megan?”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she promised. “But she doesn’t talk to me too much when I’m around her.”
“Don’t give a fuck. She could offer you a fuckin’ ten-page speech. If it’s full of fuckin’ insults and shade, give it right the fuck back to her.”
“Sometimes, club politics requires me to stay silent, Christopher,” Megan insisted, shocking the fuck out of him.
“Not,” he snapped. “Don’t stay silent to a motherfucker or his ma, if they ain’t silent to you.” That’s why the Daphne situation had gotten so out of hand. “You stand up to whoever the fuck you got to. Another club president. Another president’s bitch. Brooks’ wife. Brooks. Whoever. I ain’t givin’ a fuck. You gotta slap the fuck out a motherfucker? Do it.”
“Then you’d kill somebody if they hit me back.”
“So?” he asked, confused.
“Christopher!” Megan cried.
“Yeah, baby?
“Nothing.”
Christopher chewed more berries, hoping he didn’t get the shits. The thought slowed him down. After taking a few more, he slid the bowl away.
Fee fell silent, then drew in a deep breath. “I know Cash is bisexual. If that’s the reason you don’t want us together,” she added when Christopher frowned.
How the fuck had they gone from fucking discussing Kendall to Cash? “That ain’t the fuckin’ reason. He ain’t interested in what the fuck you want. That’s the reason.”
Megan stood. “I’m going to bring Ryder back to Bunny, then I’ll start breakfast.”
“As long as I’m happy with it, you have nothing to say,” Fee argued, not paying attention to Megan’s departure. “It’s my life.”
“Yeah, except I always gotta fix your goddamn life cuz assfucks hurt you in some way.”
“You don’t have to fix anything,” she shot back. “You take it upon yourself to do it.”
“I sure the fuck do. I’ma keep fuckin’ doin’ whatever the fuck I gotta do to make sure you safe and happy.”
Her face crumpled. “I miss Cash,” she whispered. “Let us see each other.”
“He ain’t givin’ up Stretch,” he told her.
“Then that is the problem!”
“No,” he snapped back. “If it was, I woulda fuckin’ said so. You know I ain’t hidin’ how the fuck I feel ‘bout one motherfuckin’ thing. My fuckin’ problem is you.”
The tears rushing to her eyes increased his frustration. He didn’t know if misunderstanding his meaning started her tears or if the conversation upset her. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he lowered his voice. “You right,” he relented. “Okay, Fee? I’ll back the fuck away under one fuckin’ condition.”
“What?” she asked in a wobbly voice.
“Look me in the goddamn eye and tell me you ain’t gonna fall the fuck apart when Cash fuck over you.” He thought about Cash bringing Daphne to the park. “Tell me you under-fuckin-stand he ain’t into nothin’ serious. He don’t want fuckin’ kids or marriage.”
“You didn’t want kids or marriage at one time,” she said around loud sniffles, tears leaking from her eyes.
“Cash ain’t me, Fee. I fucked over Megan bad when she first got here. Almost lost her. She caught me with another bitch and she was leavin’. I didn’t want her to go, so I talked her into fuckin’ stayin’ and from that night to this one, I ain’t ever touched another bitch. You willin’ to do that? Drop him if he fuck over you?”
Another difference was he hadn’t touched Megan yet. Cash and Fee had already fucked.
“If he doesn’t want kids or marriage, to be with him I’ll just give up that dream.”
“No, fuck no, fucking fuck FUCK no,” Christopher snarled. “Why the fuck you gotta give up your goddamn dream to be with that motherfucker? You sell yourself too fuckin’ short. This the goddamn reason I barred him the fuck away from you. You willin’ to hop to do everything that motherfucker say and he ain’t givin’ up shit for you.”
“Isn’t that what love’s about?”
“Fuck no. Love about compromise. You ain’t givin’ up your dreams for no other motherfucker.”
“I can be an eternal aunt.”
Fuck. He wasn’t wasting his goddamn breath about this. Fee wasn’t his daughter. If she wanted to chase behind Cash, that was on her. Cash, on the other hand, better leave her the fuck alone. “Do what the fuck you gotta do,” he said, a little disgusted at her attitude. “You wanna give up kids for some motherfucker, do it. But Cash in my fuckin’ club. That motherfucker not fuckin’ over you if he wanna fuckin’ live. Case fuckin’ closed.”
“Can we reopen it for one minute?” she pleaded, her face red and splotchy from her tears.
“What?”
“Is it anyone from your club? Or just Cash? What about if it was a girl. Or…or a triad.”
Christopher went very, very still so he wouldn’t become very, very angry. He wasn’t the smartest motherfucker, but it seemed mighty fucking strange Fee was bringing up a relationship with three goddamn people, considering Cash had Stretch, who he’d never give up as long as Stretch settled for his bullshit.
It all made perfect fucking sense, including why Stretch went along with that shit at the park and why he’d been at the clubhouse during Cash’s ass beating.
“What the fuck you talkin’ the fuck about? Cuz I fuckin’ know you ain’t fuckin’ sittin’ there tryna fuckin’ tell me you fuckin’ both Cash and Stretch. They ain’t stupid e-fuckin-nuff to use you like that.”
Lowering her lashes, she swiped at her cheeks, then glanced away, taking a moment too fucking long t
o answer. “No, Christopher,” she lied.
“Then what the fuck you sayin’?” he demanded as Megan reappeared. He glanced in her direction, questioning what she needed with a look.
“Bacon, sausage, or both?”
“Bacon,” Christopher answered.
She didn’t move. His raised voice drew her, not fucking food. “Everything okay?”
Fee slid her chair back and jumped to her feet. “I have to go.”
“We finishin’ this conversation later,” he swore to the back of her head as she raced away.
Megan hurried behind her, returning in less than five minutes and seating herself at her spot, on his right side. She held out her hand to him and he took it without hesitation.
“I think Fee fuckin’ both Cash and Stretch,” he said, then explained the conversation to Megan.
“Christopher, just monitor the situation from afar. If she is, then she might be in it just for fun. Girls have fantasies too, you know?”
“What the fuck that mean?”
“Isn’t it every man’s fantasy to be in a relationship with a bunch of women who all know about each other, so he lives happily-ever-after?”
“You outta your fuckin’ mind? I deal with enough bitch shit. You girls don’t even fuckin’ live under one fuckin’ roof and only you gettin’ my dick. I’d be fuckin’ crazy if I was givin’ cock to a bunch of bitches who knew about each other. You ate her cunt but ain’t ate mine,” he mimicked, in his best imitation of a girl’s voice, her laughter egging him on. “You used two fingers in her pussy but one on mine. You made me get on my knees to suck your cock and lettin’ her lay between your legs. You fucked her on top the fuckin’ microwave, but only fuck me in bed.”
“The microwave?” she giggled, pulling her hand from his.
“You get my fuckin’ point. What the fuck yours? That you want me and another motherfucker in your bed?” The moment he said that, Johnnie’s face rose in his head, and he lost his good humor.
“Don’t even think it,” she said around a sniff, reading the fuck out of him. As usual. “This isn’t about me wanting you and Johnnie, and we all live together as one big happy family. First of all, one of you would’ve killed the other one, so that wouldn’t have happened.”
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