Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (16 page)

He was going to get beaten to death.

“I told Megan hello, Cash. Fuckin’
hello.
CJ first fuckin’ words to her was about that bitch. He didn’t even give me a fuckin’ chance to get a goddamn kiss from her. What the motherfuck was you thinkin’?”

He wasn’t thinking, even though Stretch had tried to warn him. But he always thought he knew best.

A knock on the door interrupted Outlaw mid-kick.

Cash rolled into a ball, thankful for the interruption that gave him a chance to prepare to die. He hadn’t spoken to his mother in weeks. Now, she’d get the call she’d so long dreaded.

Outlaw’s boots reappeared by Cash’s head.

“Megan just got back from bringin’ Diesel to school. She probably lectured the fuck outta him. That’s why she didn’t want his ass on the bus this mornin’. Girls fuckin’
born
with that lecturin’ gene. She cookin’ for me, so I gotta cut your fuckin’ up short.” He walked away, with Cash’s head still intact. “Get him the fuck outta my office.”

Cash didn’t know who he spoke to, until he saw Stretch looming above him. He looked down at him with a furrowed brow and concern in his eyes.

“I should say I told you so, but I don’t have to say a fucking thing,” Stretch said on a sigh.

For the first time in a long time, Cash felt grateful for Stretch’s calm demeanor, so he said nothing and allowed the man to help him to the bar.

Fuck up Cash.
Check.

Get Megan to forgive him.
Un-fucking-known.

Tape his boy’s mouth shut.
Never fucking happening.

Ask Digger why the fuck he thought domestic issues were easily solved.
As soon as fucking possible.

Twenty minutes after Megan’s call, Christopher ran down his to-do list as he headed out of the club and into the early morning sunshine. One motherfucker after the other had stopped him. Fucking Daphne lurked around, waving and smiling at him, before the bitch took out her phone and lost interest in him. Lucky for her, cuz he almost lost his shit, which would’ve delayed him getting to Megan even more.

A few bikes were parked, but, for the most part, it was almost deserted. Usually, Megan came here with him to prepare breakfast for whoever might be around. This morning, pissed and wanting to take Diesel to school, that hadn’t happened. At least, she’d called him and invited him to eat with her. A good fucking sign. She’d calmed the fuck down and softened toward him.

“Outlaw!”

He gritted his teeth at the sound of a woman calling his name. Not just any bitch, either, but Daphne a-fucking-gain. She was the one who’d earned him a fucking pussy lockout.

No fucking way he’d stop and risk Megan bringing her little ass to the club, then finding him talking to Daphne. Wasn’t fucking happening. For the first time ever, his girl would throw his ass on the fucking sofa. Have the motherfucker moved to the fucking yard, to show the world he was in the fucking doghouse.

Nothing like another bitch to get your girl to show
her
inner bitch.

“Outlaw, wait! I need to talk to you.”

A white Navigator barreling through the private road forced him to stop and jump the fuck back so he wouldn’t be run the fuck over.

Daphne wrapped her arms around his waist and released a frightened cry. Christopher yanked her arms off and pushed her away.

“Sorry!” Kendall called out her window, pausing and throwing him a triumphant smirk.

“Fuckin’ cunt,” he mumbled, not loud enough to engage her.

“Can you forgive me, Outlaw?”

By the gleam in Kendall’s eyes, she wasn’t sorry.

“Oh, well, Meggie got your tongue?” She goaded the fuck out of him, unable to get it through her motherfucking head that he wanted fuck-all to do with her.

“I guess that’s apropos since you’re always using it on her.”

Instead of continuing with her bullshit, she gunned off as a hand touched his back. He jumped nearly three fucking feet up in the air. Not from surprise, but because he knew who the fuck touched him and he was so fucking close to home. He whirled to face Daphne. “Don’t ever fuckin’ touch me a-fuckin-gain.”

Kendall honking her horn prevented Daphne’s response. Johnnie’s bitch was at the gate. The
un
manned fucking gate. Fucking Stretch was inside helping out fuckhead. Spiraling the fuck down, Stretch had been shirking his gate duties more and fucking more.

Christopher made a note to talk to him. It might be time for him to patch out of the fucking club. He wasn’t moving forward or backwards, stuck at the same goddamn spot he’d been in for months.

Kendall continued blowing her horn and not a motherfucker answered. “Jesus, Mary, and all that’s fuckin’ holy.”

Releasing a frustrated breath, he stomped to the gate, using his own card key to open it. He wondered where Kendall’s was, but to find out he had to talk to her, and that wasn’t about to fucking happen.

“Thank you so much,” she called, and sped away. That bitch was up to something. She’d gone from being a humpy faced monster to
happy
.

“Outlaw,” Daphne cooed again, cornering him at the gate.

Another bitch he wouldn’t spend a lot of time talking to, if he could help it. He wouldn’t even confront her about her bullshit with Megan. If this bitch was anywhere near him for
any
reason, Megan would flip.

“I wanted to talk to you without everybody listening,” Daphne persisted. “It’s important.”

“Talk to Cash,” he instructed. “He the motherfucker in charge of you bitches.”

“I need to talk to you. Please? This won’t take long.” Licking her lips, she glanced at him through her lashes. “I could always meet you later in your office.”

No, she could always fucking
follow
him later to his office. At least, now, they were out in the open, in clear view of the monitors. If he needed to pull fucking footage and show Megan this meeting, he would.

“You got two fuckin’ minutes,” he said, not trusting that this bitch wasn’t about to pull some shit, with the way she stared at him. “Talk.”

“I want to be an old lady.”

Her unexpected words caught him off-guard. “And?” he asked, suspicious. Why the fuck she told him what she wanted to be was beyond him. Unless she wanted to be
his
old lady.

“Can you help me?”

“How the fuck my ass supposed to do that? Ain’t up to me if you get one of them motherfuckers to keep you.”

She reached out her hand to touch him again. His warning glare scared her off and she dropped her hand.

“I know you couldn’t agree to me sucking your cock in front of everybody yesterday,” she whispered, a plea in her eyes. With the fence at his back, she pressed her body against his. “If you give me a chance, I’ll show you how good I am. It can be our secret. If
you
keep me, I’ll never let anyone know.”

“Keep your fuckin’ hands to your motherfuckin’ self, cunt, and the fuck off me.” Christopher shoved her and she stumbled back. At this point, he wouldn’t have cared if she’d fallen on her fucking ass. If her perfume rubbed off on him, he was so fucked. “Listen up, Daphne. The reason your fuckin’ ass ain’t tossed the fuck out is cuz Megan say you can fuckin’ stay. Don’t push your fuckin’ luck. Just like you got to be a favorite with the brothers, Cash can find another fuckin’ bitch to take your fuckin’ place.”

“What do you mean? Meggie said I can stay? She doesn’t have a say-so.”

“The fuck she don’t. You ain’t fuckin’ with my marriage. I’ll choke the fuck outta you first. You wanna be an old lady? Ain’t no skin off my motherfuckin’ ass. Just stay the fuck outta my girl face. A contest between her and you? Her and
any
-fuckin-body, she fuckin’ win all the time. Stay the fuck away from me with your bullshit. I’m tellin’ you this one more fuckin’ time, in case you fuckin’ touched in the head. Fuck with Megan and you fuck with your life. We fuckin’ clear?”

Tears rushed to her eyes. “You’re so mean. I’ll do whatever you want me to.”

“I
want
you to stay the fuck away from me.” Through with the conversation, he stalked off, cursing when his cellphone went off at the same time Daphne’s sob reached him. Glancing at the number as he headed to his house, he frowned. The digits seemed familiar, but he couldn’t remember why. “Outlaw,” he grumbled.

“This is Counts.”

The voice reminded Christopher why he kind of recognized the phone number. It was that Torpedo assfuck.

“What the fuck you want?”

Fucking motherfuckers. Over the past months he’d become more family man than biker, so motherfuckers pushed the fuck out of him. Bitches weren’t respecting his orders. Psycho fucking cunts were trying to run him the fuck over. Stupid fucking brothers were playing goddamn games. And fuckholes he’d told to leave him the fuck alone wasn’t listening.

“Did you hear me?”

“No, motherfucker, I ain’t heard a fuckin’ word. Cuz I ain’t interested in meetin’ up with you or talkin’ to you. The Torps peddled little fuckin’ girls.”

“Not anymore,” Counts insisted. “We want to be a Dweller support club. We want your help in reforming.”

Christopher reached his gate and punched in his code. “Lemme explain in a fuckin’ way you might fuckin’ understand. Filthy motherfuckers filled the entire Torpedoes organization. Ain’t bringin’ none of you motherfuckers who wasn’t blown to fuckin’ bits and pieces in my fuckin’ club. Before I know it, you’d fuckin’ lure my brothers into believin’ your shit was a good fuckin’ idea, and I’d have fuckin’ anarchy on my hands. Money make motherfuckers stupid. I’d just as soon fuckin’ kill you than deal with any of you fuckheads. Am I fuckin’ clear now?”

Not giving the motherfucker a chance to answer, he hung up. If the motherfucker came gunning for him, it would give Christopher the opportunity to fuck somebody up.

Opening the mud room door, Christopher closed it behind him and headed to the kitchen. He expected to be greeted by CJ, so the silence surprised him. Though the kitchen was empty, the scent of bacon and coffee tantalized his nose.

A sign hanging on the door that led to the hallway had the words
Follow the petals
in Megan’s handwriting and an arrow underneath. Christopher glanced at the floor and noticed red rose petals. His heart settling back into his chest and his anger evaporating, he grinned and started walking.

Petals trailed down the hallway and all the way up the stairs, leading him to his bedroom. Inside, he found two covered plates, mugs of coffee and glasses of juice, on the table in the sitting area, but no sign of Megan. When Christopher removed the silver cover, cold bacon, congealed eggs, and toast, soggy with butter, greeted him.

Forty-five minutes had passed between the time she’d called him and now, ruining her plans and the food she’d prepared. He went to the bathroom, already knowing he wouldn’t find her. The door stood open, so she wasn’t taking a shit. She demanded privacy then, like she was embarrassed. What the fuck ever. It didn’t bother him, one way or the other.

No shower water running or music playing like she had sometimes when she was alone and applying lipstick or trying out different styles in her hair. She didn’t do that as often as she once had. The demands of the business she co-owned, the club, and their house, took up most of her time.

Megan wasn’t in the kids’ rooms, her office, his mancave, or any of the other rooms in this big motherfucker. Running back to their bedroom, he hurried to her closet. He should’ve thought to check for her clothes at first. Seeing her things didn’t relieve him as much as it should’ve, especially when he saw her cellphone on their bedside table.

Sitting on the side of the bed, he stared bleakly at the rose petals. She must’ve used an entire garden’s worth…His brows snapped together and he jumped to his feet, retracing his steps down the staircase. Instead of heading toward the kitchen, he went to a small side door.

There, in her rose garden, Megan sat on the swing, playing on her iPad. Despite all the other games she downloaded,
Angry Birds
remained her favorite. Usually, the honking pigs annoyed him. Now, nothing but relief hit him.

“Megan?”

“Go away.”

“I ain’t mean to let so much time pass, baby—”

“Of course not. You had to talk to Daphne before you came to me.”

“How the fuck you know I was talkin’ to that fuckin’ bitch?” he asked, so surprised he didn’t realize he’d just confirmed her accusation.

Setting her tablet aside, she glared at him. “Did you see Kendall by any chance?”