Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  Knowing Zoann was prepared to carry through, Kendall went silent, making Fee wish that she had an effective weapon against her determined cousin-in-law.

  Johnnie added two poker chips to their stack in the center of the table as they all sat in Christopher’s man cave. The noise of rambunctious kids travelled through the open door, coupling with intermittent laughter from the women.

  Distracted as he was, Christopher had lost a fucking fortune this evening. Instead of cooking as usual when their time to host their get-togethers came around, Megan had ordered pizzas. If she did this on the regular, Christopher wouldn’t have a problem.

  Last night, he’d followed her lead. Arriving home, he’d found her with their kids. She’d ordered another fucking pizza for dinner and turned in early. He hadn’t known what to do, wondering if she was going to kick him out of their room or leave herself if he went in. Finally, he’d taken his balls in his fucking hands, sucked in his pride, and strolled into their room. She hadn’t said a thing, although he’d known she was awake. He’d felt her watching him.

  Unsure what to expect, he’d climbed into bed. Five minutes passed before she turned and curled into him, nuzzling her head in the crook of his arm. Instead of talking, he’d fucked her, and she’d allowed him, whispering, “I love you,” before falling asleep with her head on his chest.

  Hours and several fucks later, he was no closer to solving this bullshit than he had been when Daphne made the accusation. He’d telephoned Fee, sure she knew something. She’d sworn just as fucking fiercely that she was clueless.

  One bitch in the world would fuck with him to this extent. Of fucking course, it could be Cash playing fucking games again. But to what end? Why would Cash want to fuck with Christopher’s marriage just to keep fucking Fee? Fucking over Megan would get Cash tortured and killed, instead of just fucking put to ground.

  Christopher couldn’t see Cash risking his dick and brains for no fucking bitch. Kendall, though? She wanted Megan hurt. No fucking matter who claimed otherwise, Kendall fucking hated his girl.

  “Prez, you matching him or what?” Mort asked into the silence.

  Christopher looked at his hand, four queens and a five. Four of a kind, hard for Johnnie to beat. He couldn’t give less of a fuck. “I fold.”

  “Fuck, Outlaw.” Like Mort, Val had withdrawn from the game a half hour ago and now sat at Christopher’s side, able to see his hand. “Are you sure?”

  “Outlaw isn’t in the building,” Johnnie said with a scowl. “We’re seeing Christopher.”

  “Motherfuck you, John Boy.” Christopher threw his cards on the table and grabbed his bottle of tequila. “I ain’t puttin’ up with this split personality analysis of my fuckin’ ass.”

  Mortician drank the Skittle vodka Megan made for him, then stretched. “John Boy right, Prez. That shit that happened yesterday? Christopher can overlook that. Christopher kind of a nice dude, brother. A real family man that would walk the fucking plank for his woman. He’d do anything to keep her happy, even if that mean letting motherfuckers do shit that Outlaw would fuck somebody up over.”

  Ever since Megan had made that distinction when she’d been in the hospital, his brothers beat that shit into the fucking ground. “First of fuckin’ all, Outlaw would walk the fuckin’ plank for his woman, too. Second, what the fuck wrong with a gentler Outlaw? You know how many motherfuckers my ass killed over the years? Just cuz I’m lettin’ motherfuckers off with a fuckin’ warnin’ don’t mean shit.”

  Johnnie smirked at him. “Except that you’re turning into a pussy.”

  “What the fuck you said?” Christopher asked in outrage.

  “Outlaw not a pussy, John Boy,” Val huffed out.

  “That’s what we been saying, brother,” Mortician told him. “Outlaw not a pussy. Christopher is.”

  Christopher choked and glared at Mortician, unable to believe his ears. “You think I’m a fuckin’ cunt too?”

  “You’re not a cunt,” Johnnie said with a frown. “You’re a pussy. There’s a big difference. A cunt is an asshole. A pussy is a wimp.”

  “Prez,” Mort inserted at Christopher’s growl, “Meggie girl going ape-shit crazy over fucking Daphne. I’m not into fucking up girls, but for what she did? You should’ve shot the fuck out of her. Straight up.”

  Leaning closer, Johnnie glanced over his shoulder, then turned back to them. “Daphne’s gorgeous,” he whispered. “Didn’t her flirting with us boost your ego? Don’t you miss having to put in the effort to get pussy? Have a chick seduce you?”

  “Fuck no!” Christopher couldn’t believe what the fuck he was hearing. “Megan flirt with me all the time.”

  Johnnie rolled his eyes. “Don’t be fucking obtuse. All you have to do is crook your finger at Megan and she gives you whatever you want, especially pussy. Doesn’t that get boring? She forgives you anything. When was the last time she did a pussy lockout?”

  Four fucking days ago. He’d walk the fucking plank to never have that happen again. Before that, it had been months since she’d deprived him of her cunt, out of anger. Just thinking of it, made him fucking miserable.

  “Once you apologize to her,” Johnnie continued, “it’s over and done with. Like you with Megan, I’m Kendall’s husband and the father of her children. It’s been weeks since I’ve been her lover.”

  Why the fuck his and Megan’s relationship had to be the standard by which every other motherfucker treated his, Christopher didn’t know. However, this called for a fucking demonstration. Standing, he went to the doorway.

  “Megan!” he yelled. The hum of female conversation paused, so Christopher used the opportunity to call her again. “Megan, come here.”

  Before she appeared, he headed back to his seat and sat down, lighting up a smoke and leaning back. A moment later, Megan walked in, the off-the-shoulder mini dress he’d asked her not to wear almost obscene, one bend from showing her pussy.

  She slipped strands of her golden hair behind an ear. “You need something?”

  He needed to rewind the fucking clock and undo all this bullshit. Shit was spiraling the fuck out of control faster than a fucking speeding bullet. It sounded as if Johnnie was unhappy being a husband. Despite what she said, Megan was angry. He heard it in her voice and saw it in her stiff posture. And these motherfuckers were once again accusing him of being a soft motherfucker, just like when CJ had been kidnapped.

  The doorbell rang, and Megan turned to leave.

  Setting his cigarette in the ashtray, Christopher grabbed her wrist and stood. “Let Bunny get the door. I asked you not to wear that short motherfucker.”

  “Since I didn’t ask you for permission on what to wear in the first place, I decided to ignore you,” she retorted, pulling away from him.

  He scowled at her. “Megan, fuck.” He hadn’t called her to argue over her short-as-fuck dress. Maybe shit had gotten boring for his boys with their women but for him and his girl? Not at all.

  “I wanna fuck you.” He gazed at her from head-to-toe, his cock throbbing for her. “Lemme bring you upstairs for a quick fuck.”

  She gave him a saucy grin, her eyes darkening with desire. “You’re sooo bad, Christopher.”

  Settling his hands on her hips, he pulled her against him and bent, nuzzling her neck, no longer giving a fuck if these motherfuckers saw how Megan affected him. All he had to do was touch her and he wanted her. This wasn’t the flirting he’d wanted them to witness, but fuck it.

  “I should’ve arrived earlier,” Cash said as he walked into the room, followed by Stretch. “You fuckers can’t have fun without me.”

  Swallowing, Megan’s mouth tightened into a straight line and she pulled away from Christopher. “I need to get back to my conversation.” She turned and gasped.

  She hadn’t seen Cash since he’d fucked the motherfucker up. Any anger she’d felt toward the assfuck’s stunt went out the window. But Christopher was tired and frustrated at the events of the past several days, all starting wi
th Cash.

  “Don’t say a fuckin’ word, baby. I fucked him up cuz of all the bullshit. What the fuck you expected me to fuckin’ do?”

  “You handled it as you saw fit.”

  Cash looked both remorseful and concerned. As he fucking should. Christopher thought about punching the fuck out of him all over again.

  “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry, sweetness,” Cash told her.

  “I just expected more from you, Cash,” Megan responded. “I thought you respected our marriages. I didn’t think you’d try to tempt Christopher with another woman.”

  Shoving his hands in his pockets, Cash bowed his head. “It was nothing against you, Meggie. We just wanted to have fun.”

  Throwing Cash a dirty look, Stretch headed to the bar.

  “Hey,” Fee interrupted, walking into the room and stopping next to Cash, not in the least surprised at how fucked up his face was, giving away the fact that she’d already fucking seen him, no matter how fucking much she tried to pretend otherwise.

  Slipper mentioned to Christopher that she’d been at the club looking for him, then went to his table to say hello. Cash was already fucked up by then. Still, Christopher knew a smokescreen when it was right the fuck in front of him. If she’d wanted to see him, she would’ve called or fucking texted. He’d take Megan’s advice and wait and fucking see, allowing them just enough rope to hang themselves, before he moved in for the kill.

  But there was something else between them that he couldn’t put his finger on. Tension he couldn’t understand. It seemed to go deeper than fear of him finding out

  “Um…” Fee cleared her throat. “Er, what happened to you?”

  Cash tensed. As well he fucking should. Fee was going through a fucking pretense, when Christopher fucking knew she was fucking aware of their injuries.

  Stretch gripped the edge of the bar so tightly his fingertips turned white. Fee glanced at him with piss-poor nonchalance.

  “Nothing,” Cash said in a hard voice, despite the black eyes, swollen jaw, and bruised cheeks.

  “The motherfucker got goddamn jokes, Fee.” Christopher studied his little sister. “Just cuz he fuck bitches, he thought it a good fuckin’ idea for us to fuckin’ do it. After he finished tryna get me to fuck him up, him and Stretch took her back to his place and fucked her.”

  The real hurt in Fee’s eyes morphed into feigned confusion. “What?”

  Returning to his seat, Christopher clenched his jaw and balled his fists so he wouldn’t pull his nine and blast Cash to fuck and back for fucking with Fee after Christopher warned the motherfucker away.

  “I understand if you want to die alone,” Fee spat, glaring at Cash and Stretch, and dropping her guard. “But how could you mess with Christopher and Meggie?”

  “It wasn’t just Christopher and Megan, Fee.” Johnnie wasn’t picking up on the violent vibes that only a girl fucking motherfuckers would give off, after discovering said motherfuckers had fucked another bitch. “It was all of us. Daphne was ready to suck all our cocks.”

  At the mention of Daphne’s name, Megan stiffened. Christopher scrubbed a hand over his eyes.

  “You’re both assholes,” Fee snarled, turning and almost running over Zoann as her, Bailey, and Kendall trooped in. “I’m leaving.”

  Zoann caught Fee’s arms. “What’s wrong, baby?”

  “Did you know Cash brought a girl to the park the other day?” Fee screeched.

  Releasing Fee, Zoann stepped back and nodded. “Yes,” she answered, heading to the bar and going behind it. She lined glasses up on the counter and grabbed a bottle of vodka. “Since I’ve already addressed the issue with my husband, I’ve decided not to fuck up Cash.” She gave Cash the once over. “I can’t believe you could be so disrespectful. If you ever make the mistake of repeating that, you won’t live to see your next birthday.”

  “Really, Zoann,” Kendall said coolly. “You’ve turned into a lady thug now?”

  “Shut the fuck up,” Zoann snapped, slamming the bottle onto the bar. “You were as unhappy as the rest of us. It looks like Christopher has already fucked him up, so it’s unnecessary for one of us to do it.”

  “Maybe Meggie has cause to,” Kendall retorted. “Wasn’t it Cash who brought Daphne on? Now, the woman is sleeping with your—”

  “Don’t you dare say it,” Megan warned. “Christopher isn’t sleeping with anyone but me.”

  “You’re walking around in a little dress like usual, Meggie,” Kendall said. “It still didn’t stop Outlaw from noticing another woman. He’s fucking human. She could walk around naked and he’ll still look at other women. That’s what men do.”

  “Including Johnnie,” Zoann said. “As far as I can see, he seems pretty taken with Meggie’s little dress.”

  “Omigod, you two!” Megan huffed out a breath. “Shut up. Johnnie doesn’t care what I’m wearing. Kendall looks pretty awesome in her pants suit.”

  Bailey went to a bar stool and sat, crossing her legs, bared in denim cutoffs. “Let’s not argue. We were discussing the possibility of christenings for Rebel, Rule, and Ryder, and enjoying our fabulous drink.”

  “What fuckin’ christenins?” Christopher asked, not knowing about anything where he’d have to go into church.

  “The twins were born when Sharper was on the loose and Ryder is only a few months old. None of them have been christened,” Megan reminded him. “We should change that.”

  That meant he had to deal with Wilcunt. While the little assfuck wasn’t as much of an assfuck with his honorary membership, Christopher still preferred not fucking with him.

  “What drink you had, pretty girl?” Mort asked, leering at Bailey’s legs.

  “Pink Panties,” Bailey answered, her green-brown eyes brighter than normal.

  Mort snickered. “Pink Drawers got you lit?”

  “Pink Panties, Antichrist,” Zoann corrected. “Vodka, cool whip, and pink lemonade.”

  Val squinted his eyes. “Fuck, Puff, you kind of tipsy, too, huh?”

  As Zoann nodded, Christopher studied Megan. The clarity in her eyes told him she hadn’t tasted the concoction. She liked creating new drinks, but he couldn’t remember her ever indulging. Kendall sat next to Bailey and reached for one of the glasses Zoann had poured vodka into. Taking a glass, she polished off the liquor.

  “Matilda needs to be christened, too,” Kendall announced, holding out her glass so Zoann could pour more vodka into it.

  Megan took a seat at the closest table. “Let’s plan to have a quadruple christening then.”

  “No.” Kendall sat her still-empty glass on the bar. “We don’t have to celebrate all of Matilda and Ryder’s milestones together because they share birthdays.”

  “Suit yourself,” Megan said as Johnnie straightened.

  “We should at least consider the idea,” he said to his wife, who shook her head.

  Christopher grabbed his tequila and swigged from it. “When you thinkin’ about havin’ this, baby?”

  “In a few weeks.”

  Irritation surged over Kendall’s face, but Stretch bringing Cash a bottle of beer interrupted whatever she’d been about to say, as Fee sent longing glances to Cash.

  If Christopher confronted either Cash or Fee, they’d deny it. Of course, his boys would fucking say he was being a pussy for not just blowing Cash the fuck away. He’d once told Megan no motherfucker stayed the same. That everybody fucking grew and evolved. He’d done more growing and evolving since meeting Megan than at any other time in his life.

  She’d mellowed him out. Even now, when he was sure he had fucking proof that Cash disobeyed him, he wasn’t as murderously angry as he once would’ve been. If Cash had really pulled the stunt with Daphne to cover a meeting with Fee, then, yeah, Christopher would have to kill him. At the moment, though, he had much more important matters at hand.

  Like that fucking card Daphne claimed he gave to her.

  “How would I look with blonde hair?” Kendall’s question broug
ht conversation to a fucking halt. “The color of Meggie’s.”

  “Like a fucking idiot,” Zoann grumbled.

  Kendall glared at Zoann and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I’ve always heard blondes have more fun.”

  Wrinkling her nose, Fee cleared her throat. “Your red hair is very pretty.”

  “I agree,” Bailey said. “We’ve said that to you often enough, Kendall.”

  “What do you think, Meggie?” Kendall pressed.

  Squeezing the bridge of his nose, Johnnie sighed.

  “It’s your hair, Kendall,” Megan told her. “Color it purple if it makes you happy.”

  “Really, Meggie?” Kendall slurred. “You’re pouting with me like a fucking child. Remind me why again. Oh, that’s right. You think I have something to do with the card Outlaw gave to Daphne. Anything other than blaming him. Is it your guilt for not supporting my quest to return to the law firm making you believe I should retaliate? Remember I didn’t start this. Cash, Daphne, and Outlaw did.”

  “Don’t bring Cash into this,” Fee snapped. “Christopher has beat him up enough. Next time he’ll kill him.”

  Horror washed over Cash’s face at Fee defending him. His guilty look further solidified Christopher’s suspicions.

  “I fuckin’ intended to kill the motherfucker this time,” he growled. “Megan callin’ and sayin’ she had breakfast stopped me.”

  “What difference does it make to you, Fee?” Kendall said crossly. “He fucked you once or twice, last year, so now you’re championing him? If you want Cash, you’re going to have to take Stretch, too. Cash is never giving him up and Stretch is more long-suffering than Meggie.”

  “Fucking Red,” Mortician said under his breath.

  Bailey shifted and Fee’s mouth dropped open. If looks could kill, Cash and Stretch would’ve fucked up Kendall, while Val shook his head.

  “I’m not long-suffering, Kendall,” Megan snapped into the uncomfortable silence. “As for Fee, she and Cash are friends. She could defend him if she wants to. What Stretch and Cash does, behind closed doors, is their business, so stay out of it.”