Walking out into the breezy night, Christopher found Brooks waiting for him, with no goddamn explanation as to why the fuck his ass hadn’t had fucking freedom in a fucking week.
“Seven goddamn days,” Christopher snarled, settled in the passenger seat, finally controlling his temper enough to talk, as the lawyer glided to a stop at the traffic light. Brooks seemed as if he hadn’t slept in fucking hours, with big ass bags underneath his eyes.
“You wanna fuckin’ tell me why the fuck I sat in fuckin’ jail a motherfuckin’ week?”
One hand on the steering wheel, Brooks pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his brow, driving off when the light changed. “It’s good to hear you still have a voice.”
“Don’t fuck with me,” Christopher growled, tired from the ordeal, hungry for Megan and wired from being free. “What took seven fuckin’ days, Brooks?”
Brooks’ hands shook and he clutched the steering wheel tighter. “N-n-now, Outlaw. I-I-I ran into an issue and needed to s-see to it. O-once th-that was taken c-care of, it w-was a br-breeze to get you out.”
“You a lyin’ motherfucker.” Brooks should know better than to try and play him. “You wouldn’t be in this motherfucker sweatin’ like a pig or stutterin’. I want the fuckin’ truth.”
“Outlaw, I-I swear I’ll work your case all day every day, pro bono. It was j-just a m-misunderstanding.”
Lying fucking motherfucker. He might be a dead motherfucker if he kept pissing Christopher off.
“What the fuck the misunderstandin’ had to do with?”
“Outlaw, please. Don’t hurt me.”
“It must be bad as a motherfucker if you already fuckin’ pleadin’ for your life and I ain’t even knowin’ what the fuck happened.”
Silence…and then…Fuck him. Did that motherfucker just sniffle like a bitch?
“I-I’ll t-tell you. Just d-don’t hurt me.”
If he could’ve been out sooner, the motherfucker did well to sniffle. “Depends on what fuckin’ reason you give my ass.”
If he said something he didn’t like, Christopher would give him a reason to fucking cry. Scream. Holler. Any of the above. However, assfuck was driving and if Christopher scared him too much, he’d lose fucking control of the car and crash.
“Calm the fuck down, Brooks, and talk with fuckin’ sense.”
“Can we get back to the club first?”
Seeing Megan was more important than fucking up Brooks, so he didn’t argue. “What the fuck ever.”
The rest of the ride passed in silence. The closer Christopher got to the club, the more his anticipation rose. His kids were probably asleep, but Megan should be awake.
Brooks turned off the main road and onto the dead end street where the club was located. At the gate, the headlights shone on the chrome in the parking lot and Christopher had never been so glad to see the clubhouse as he was in that moment.
Halting, Brooks rolled down his window.
Stretch leaned into the car. “Welcome home, Outlaw.”
Christopher nodded. “How Fee doin’?”
“She’s home,” Stretch answered, then stepped aside so Brooks could drive in.
He heaved a breath in relief as Brooks pulled into a parking space. Getting out, Christopher started for the door. Before he reached it, it flew open and Megan bounded out in a blur of motion, barreling into him. Automatically, he lifted her into his arms, breathing in her scent, nosing her hair. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she rained kisses on his face, ignoring his griminess. He out-smelled motherfucking Slipper.
“I have food for you,” she murmured. “Steak, potatoes, and corn.”
Just thinking of the days they’d been apart, hurt. Having her in his arms was the best feeling in the world. Being inside of her was even better. He had cum backed up to his ears, he needed to fuck her so bad. “I’ma fuck you all night. My ass starvin’ for you, baby. I gotta talk to Brooks while I eat, then we goin’ home,” he said, carrying Megan into the clubhouse where Johnnie, Mort, Cash, Val, and Digger greeted him.
The only other bitch around was Kendall, glaring at the back of Megan’s head, before transferring it to Brooks.
Christopher set Megan on her feet, stealing another kiss.
“I’ll get your plate.” Megan nuzzled against him, then nodded to Brooks. After a brief hesitation, she hugged him. “Thank you for bringing my husband home.”
“You threatened to have him killed,” Kendall snarled, “what did you expect him to do?”
Christopher stilled at Kendall’s accusation. What the fuck that meant?
“What?” Johnnie said, as clueless as Christopher.
Megan narrowed her eyes in warning at Kendall.
Sweat suddenly appeared on Brooks’ forehead. He glanced at the door. “Kendall, it’s okay.”
Ignoring Megan’s growing anger, Kendall continued. “It isn’t! The club queen can’t throw her weight around.”
“What are you talking about?” Johnnie demanded.
Ex-fucking-actly. Christopher wanted to be clued the fuck in, too. “Baby, what she mean?”
“Sit down, Christopher, and I’ll explain,” Megan promised, shooting daggers at Kendall. “Promise me you won’t hit Brooks. Or kill him.”
“Stop with all the drama, Meggie,” Kendall said, not getting his girl’s unspoken message. “You all want to know what she did? She interfered in Charlotte’s marriage. She never would’ve divorced Brooks. She just needed a way to force his hand to force his hand,” she said, throwing an accusing glower in Christopher’s direction and pointing at him with a trembling finger.
Megan looked as if she wanted to knock the fuck out of that fucking finger. Christopher tried telepathy to encourage her. It didn’t fucking work.
“Kendall, shut up,” Megan said. “Let me explain it before you get Brooks—”
Fucked the fuck up.
Not that Kendall cared. She continued talking. “No. I’m not bowing down to you. This is the last straw, Meggie. You threatened Charlotte of all people.”
Who the fuck was Charlotte not to be threatened?
“Shut up. I’ll threaten you to get Christopher out of jail.”
What the fuck? Megan really needed to fucking explain this shit to him. “Uh, baby—”
“You have to have your way,” Kendall continued, ignoring Christopher, as much as Megan was. “You had the audacity to go to her house and demand Brooks move heaven and hell for Outlaw.”
“Kendall, gorgeous—”
“She’s an idiot, Kendall,” Megan snapped, as lost in the bitch battle as Kendall. “Furthermore, you, her, Brooks, or anyone else, will never hold Christopher’s freedom hostage. You want your stupid junior partnership back at the firm? That’s your business. When Charlotte threatens to divorce Brooks if he represents Christopher, that’s my business.”
“You threatened to tell Johnnie,” Kendall screamed. “He would’ve tortured Brooks for not doing his job.”
Silent, because talking sure the fuck wasn’t helping, Christopher took in everything to get a bead on the situation.
Brooks went from red to yellow to white and back again as Megan and Kendall spoke of shit that might lead to his fucking gruesome death.
Christopher reached for Megan, but she jerked away, shocking the fuck out of him. “MEGAN!”
She elbowed him, mad little motherfucker that she was. “If Brooks is stupid enough to play with his life for betraying Christopher,” she continued, “who am I to interfere?”
Johnnie put his arms around his bitch. “Kendall, let’s talk,” he tried.
“You little fucking bitch,” Kendall said around a sob, jerking away from Johnnie. “You’re as ruthless as Outlaw. You’d see me completely alone.”
“Stop calling me names,” Megan warned. “Whether you know it or not, I was trying to save their lives, Kendall.”
“Liar. You were trying to get your husband out of jail.”
“I shouldn’t have had to
try. Brooks is on the payroll for a reason. If he can’t do his job, he needs to find another one. You would’ve done the same for Johnnie if you’d been in my position.”
“Doing the same thing would mean I’d have to threaten someone with Outlaw.”
Megan glared. “They’re club brothers. They’ll look out for each other.”
“Have you grown a cock? If not, you’re not a club brother. Charlotte was looking out for me.”
“At the expense of my husband and that’s never happening. Her life or his? I choose him. Brooks life or his? Him. Your life or his. Him.”
“What about Johnnie’s life? Mortician’s? Your children’s? You’d sacrifice them for him?”
“Not my children. No. Anyone else? Yes. I’d sacrifice myself if it meant saving Christopher.”
“Because you’re stupid,” Kendall sneered.
“Kendall!” Megan yelled. “Stop! Okay? Listen to yourself. We’re not going down this road again.”
“If I want to, we will.”
Megan growled in frustration. “I didn’t go over there to threaten her. I went there to ask her to take the threat away so Brooks could get Christopher out of jail. She wasn’t very nice. I did what I had to do and I was prepared to back up my words with actions.” She started ticking off items on her fingers. “If Brooks didn’t get on the case, I was telling Johnnie. If he didn’t have Christopher home tonight, I was telling Johnnie and Christopher. You let the cat out of the bag. Not me.”
“Charlotte made me see you for what you really are,” Kendall sobbed.
“Omigod!” Megan covered her face with her hands before scowling at Kendall. “Fuck Charlotte,” she snarled, entertaining the fuck out of Christopher. Heaving in a breath to calm herself, she placed a hand on Kendall’s arm. “Please come with me while I get the food together.”
“Of course. Fix food. Counsel me. Pamper your husband. Threaten an innocent woman. All in a day’s work for Miss Debbie Do-All.” She marched to Cash. “Meggie didn’t work to get you out. You’re out by sheer luck. Left up to her, she’d leave you to rot in there.”
“You’re impossible, Kendall!” Megan complained. “Cash was released days ago.”
Kendall twirled around. “She’d sacrifice any of you, for him. She doesn’t deserve your blind loyalty.”
“I don’t have blind loyalty from them. The loyalty I have, I earned. This argument is unnecessary. You’re upset. Calm down.”
“Stop being so condescending. I’m not coming in that kitchen with you. You have something to tell me, be upfront and aboveboard.” Kendall made a face at Megan. “Remember? That’s what we do.”
“Fine. Take a job with another firm. You put the entire club in jeopardy, but it was Christopher that was sent into a trap. You’re never getting that job back. The day you find a way to get your job back, is the day I see to it you never set foot in this clubhouse again.” She narrowed her eyes at Brooks. “It’s also the day your firm loses this club’s business. Am I clear?”
“You couldn’t make that decision,” Kendall bit out.
“Try me,” Megan tossed over her shoulder, stomping toward the kitchen. “Now, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you to get in this kitchen.”
“Or what?” Kendall flipped her hair and folded her arms. “You’ll shoot me?”
“What are you talking about now?” Megan asked in exasperation. “Why would I shoot you? I don’t shoot people.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
Okay, now the bitch was taking it too fucking far. Christopher got to his feet. “Johnnie, get your fuckin’ bitch.”
“You’ve heard that I go around shooting people?”
“Does the name Traveler ring a bell?”
The confusion cleared from Megan’s face. “He was going to shoot Christopher.”
“So you killed him,” she announced.
“I didn’t kill him. Christopher did.”
“And Christopher will fuckin’ kill a fuckin’ psycho cunt who bringin’ old shit up,” Christopher warned.
Johnnie whispered in Kendall’s ear.
Megan frowned, then looked at Christopher. “I didn’t kill him, did I?”
“You fuckin’ know you didn’t,” he lied easily. “You was fuckin’ there when I shot him in his fuckin’ head. You had a fucked up aim, baby. Missed all the vital shit.”
Her face cleared and she smiled in relief, believing him. “Okay.”
“Now, I’m so fuckin’ hungry, baby. Wanna get me my plate?”
“Yep, sure,” she said, going to the kitchen.
Kendall sobbed loudly, before she turned and headed for the exit, stopping briefly at Brooks’ side. “I’m so glad you’re safe!” she cried.
“I don’t know for how long,” he said, then patted her arm. “Just go and rest yourself.”
She nodded.
Once Kendall left, Christopher spoke. “Real quick,” he said in a low, harsh voice. “That cunt better shut the fuck up about Traveler, Johnnie.”
“She will,” Johnnie swore.
Megan would soon be coming out, so Christopher didn’t make a big deal out of the situation.
“Brooks?”
“Yes, Outlaw?”
“If Megan ain’t went and threatened your bitch, you woulda left me in fuckin’ jail?”
“No! No, of course not. Charlotte would’ve come around.”
Mortician headed for the bar. “After how fucking long?”
“I don’t know. The entire point is moot. You’re out. We’re going to work on getting the charges dropped. Let’s look to the future.”
“Whatcha think, Cash?” Christopher asked since Cash had also been arrested. “Give this motherfucker a chance to make this shit up or fuck him up? I spent seven fuckin’ days locked the fuck up, dealin’ with dickhead cops.” Killing a stupid fuckhead.
“I vote to rough him up.” Accepting a bottle of scotch from Mort, Johnnie sat. “So he’ll never forget who pays him.”
Brooks raised his hand. “Gentlemen, please. Meggie’s here.”
Christopher smiled. “Val, you wanna walk my girl home?” he asked, his eyes not leaving Brooks’ paling face. “You gotta check on Bitsy, too.”
“Sure do.”
“And this way I’m fuckin’ showin’ you I’m takin’ Megan word about you and her arguin’ over fuckin’ dinner when she fuckin’ screamed.”
He passed a look from Val to Mortician. Neither of them responded.
“Bunny at your house, Outlaw,” Digger said into the silence. “I’m heading that way to spend some time with her.”
Megan reappeared, carrying a plate, using dish towels to hold it to protect her fingers from the heat. She sat Christopher’s at his spot and kissed him.
“This shit smell delicious.” Another kiss. “Go home, baby. Get ready for me to fuck you.”
“Christopher,” Megan said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Don’t do anything to Brooks. Please? You weren’t supposed to find out.”
“How was I gonna be kept in the dark? I knew some shit made him not get me out.”
“Yes, but let this go. For me. Please?” she said again.
“You interferin’ in club business again.” Hypocritical motherfucker. If she hadn’t interfered today, his ass would still be locked up.
“I know.”
“And wasn’t you the wicked little bitch who was gonna have Johnnie fuck Brooks up if he didn’t get me the fuck outta jail?”
“Yes, but you’re out. He did what I asked of him.”
Christopher sighed and wrapped his arms around her, as he and Johnnie engaged in silent communication.
Johnnie lifted a brow. Fuck Brooks up or no?
Christopher gave a hard stare. Fuck no. Megan asked me not to.
Johnnie nodded and clenched his jaw. Fuck, my fun is ruined.
Christopher grinned. Some other time, motherfucker.
“Come on, Meggie,�
�� Val said, standing. “I’m ready to leave.”
“Okay,” she said quietly, flushing at Christopher’s close scrutiny, still searching for the evidence he needed to exonerate Val. Or execute him. She turned to Val. “Ready?”
Mort shot to his feet. “I’m heading that way myself. Bailey probably wondering where I’m at. She’s missing Roxanne real bad.” Sighing, he reached the door. “Ready, Meggie girl?”
“Yes,” she answered, turning to Christopher. “I know you have to be tired. Try not to be too much longer. I’m going to wait up for you.”
He nodded. “Gimme twenty minutes. If that.” The moment Megan left, he looked at Johnnie. “Once.”
Eyes lighting up, Johnnie walked to Brooks and punched him in the gut, throwing in a second one for good measure. Brooks crumpled to the floor, coughing and sputtering.
“Can you fuckin’ count?” Christopher snapped. “I said one, assfuck.”
Disappointment pulling his features down, Johnnie backed away. “He needs to fucking bleed.”
“You promised Meggie,” Brooks gasped from the floor.
“Shut the fuck up, Brooks.” Christopher balled his fists at his side, regretting that fucking promise. “I promised her I ain’t doin’ nothin’ to you. Ain’t say fuck-all about Johnnie or Cash. I wanna fuck you up so fuckin’ bad. Cuz, see, I gave you a fuckin’ pass when you fucked over me with fuckin’ McCallister. Shot you in your fuckin’ shoulder. Then, you fuck over me a-fuckin-gain? What kinda brain-dead motherfucker you be?”
Johnnie crouched next to Brooks. Releasing a frightened cry, the attorney raised his hands in an effort to shield his head. Johnnie knocked them away. “If you don’t want me to break these motherfuckers off, keep them down.”
“Johnnie—”
Grabbing his hair, Johnnie yanked Brooks to his feet, rising along with the shaking fuckhead. “How fucking much does this club send you every month?”
“Legitimate fuckin’ bills from the fuckin’ laboratory,” Christopher added, circling like he had Slipper.
“Please, please, please,” Brooks sobbed.
“Answer my damn question, Brooks,” Johnnie barked.
“A lot,” Brooks said around sniffles.
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