Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (42 page)

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. I got your text. Instead of responding, I headed here.”

She glanced past him at the girl making her way toward them. Fee had been around beauty her entire life. Zoann was stunning. But the girl next to Cash was
breathtaking
. She seemed so familiar, but Fee couldn’t place where they’d met.

“Apparently, so are you, considering who you were cozied up to,” she replied just as the girl reached them.

The girl held out her hand and spoke, although Fee couldn’t process her words at the moment. All she focused on were the purple irises and long lashes. Her hair was dark, it was ebony.

“Are you okay, Fee?” Purple eyes asked hesitantly.

Fee blinked. “You know my name?”

“Why wouldn’t my little sister know your name?” Cash asked with a shit-eating smile.

“Your little…” Voice trailing off, Fee scowled at Cash. “Asshole.”

“I like her already.” Cash’s sister held out her hand again. “I’m Georgie, by the way. I introduced myself a minute ago, but I don’t think you heard me.”

Heat crept into Fee’s cheeks. Instead of answering, she clasped Georgie’s hand in her own, the huge amethyst on her finger grabbing Fee’s attention. “That’s a beautiful ring.”

Georgie beamed. “Thank you.”

She wasn’t sure if she should mention Stretch in front of Cash’s sister, so Fee searched for small talk, glaring at the wicked sparkle in Cash’s eyes. “I didn’t know he had a sister who lived in Missouri.”

“I don’t,” Cash responded.

“I live in Denver, with my husband and children,” Georgie explained.

“Oh! You look so young,” she blurted, then cringed at her foot-in-mouth. Trying to gauge what she should and shouldn’t say about Stretch had taken her manners away. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize,” Georgie said quickly. “I’ll be twenty the month before Meggie turns twenty-three.”

“Since you seem to be the only person on the planet who doesn’t know this,” Cash said dryly. “Ever heard of Sloane Mason?”

“Of course I have. Who hasn’t?”

Cash downed whatever had been in his glass. “Georgie is
Mrs.
Sloane Mason.”

Fee gasped. Of course. Meggie’s friend. Cash’s sister. Of course she knew of Georgiana Mason. That’s why she looked so familiar.

“Sloane!” Georgie called, looking past Fee.

A moment later, superstar, Sloane Mason, sauntered next to his wife, rocking hoop earrings, a bandanna on his head, and the bluest, most swoon-worthy eyes Fee had ever seen.

“This is Cash’s girlfriend,” Georgie introduced between kisses. “Meggie’s sister-in-law.”

“Georgiana, fuck. I told you don’t announce my relationship with Fee,” Cash snapped.

“She did, McCall,” Sloane told him, with a lift of his brow. “So deal with it.”

Cash visibly gritted his teeth. “I love her too, you know? I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. But if Outlaw was around, he’d hurt me.”

Sloane shrugged. “That’s between you, Outlaw, and your cock. Do
not
raise your voice to my wife.”

Georgie rolled her eyes. “We were waiting for Fee and Stretch before we came to the suite.”

Well, she did know about Stretch. What a difference between Cash’s family and Stretch’s.

“You didn’t have to come in search of me, Sloane.”

Hands on her waist, Sloane pulled Georgie against him, bending to kiss her again. “As a matter of fact, I did.”

“Stop staring at the motherfucker, Fee,” Cash grumbled. “You’ll bloat his ego a little more and trample mine.”

Georgie turned from Sloane and came to Fee, looping their arms. “She sees you every day. Besides, Sloane has that effect on women. Don’t hate.”

“Where are we going?” Fee asked as Georgie marched them out of the bar, unperturbed by the line of bodyguards.

Fee, however, was looking at the star-struck guests, listening to the squeals of women for Sloane, even some calls for Georgie the entire walk to the elevator. Once there, Georgie scowled at a bald-headed man who awaited them. His blue-green eyes narrowed.

“One fucking word, Kiln, and I’m knocking your fucking teeth in,” Sloane announced cheerfully.

“My mouth is closed,” Kiln responded. “Why would I say anything about you coming down here in search of Georgie, when one of us could’ve easily done so?”

“Because you’re a fucking asshole?” Georgie inquired, as the elevator dinged.

Kiln snickered and held his hand in front of the doors so the elevator wouldn’t close. “An asshole you couldn’t live without.”

Georgie sniffed. “Modest much?”

Although Fee was certain there were at least ten bodyguards she’d counted, only Kiln boarded the elevator with them. He pressed the button for the twentieth floor.

“The funeral was hard on Stretch. You need to talk to him. He’ll listen to you.”

“I’ll call him when we get upstairs. Let him know Sloane flew my little sister here especially to see me,” Cash instructed.

“He’s met your sister and brother-in-law?” For some reason, she’d assumed Georgie knew about Stretch in the same manner she knew of Fee.

“If you’re asking if they know we’re lovers,” Cash said bluntly, “yes. Their mansion is about the only place where Stretch and me have true freedom.”

Cash had considered Stretch enough to take him away in order to enjoy each other.

The elevator dinged. Unaware of Fee’s hurt feelings, their entourage got off the elevator and headed down a short hallway.

Another dinging elevator announced the arrival of the bodyguards. Sloane used his key card to open the door, and everyone followed him in. While Georgie headed to one of the closed doors, Cash pulled out his cell phone, and Fee just stood in the center of the room, torn between awe at her present company and dismay over the information she’d learned.

“Oh, fuck, here I thought I was home free,” Cash said with a teasing grumble.

“Me, too,” another man chortled. “I couldn’t believe the fucking bad kismet that got me here, in the same city as you.”

Cash grinned and held out his hand, yanking yet another handsome, dark-haired man into a bear hug, as they each pounded the other’s back.

Sloane walked to the two men, carrying a highball glass. “Josh is traveling with us. He wants to see what touring is like.”

“Can I say free pussy?
All
the free pussy I want.”

“Oh my God, you’re disgusting, Josh,” Georgie complained, at least five inches shorter now that her heels were off. “I do
not
want to hear where you stick your dick.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Cash complained. “Watch your mouth!”

“Fuck you.”

“I think she’s on the rag, Cash,” Josh said in a loud whisper.

“You’ll
need
a rag,” Sloane said conversationally. “To mop up the guts and gore I spill from your body.” He kissed Georgie again, reminding Fee of the way Christopher couldn’t keep his hands off of Meggie. “How are my son and daughter?”

“Sleeping,” Georgie announced, grabbing Sloane’s drink and sipping. “So is Zelda,” she said as she handed the glass back to him. She looked at Fee. “I’m sorry I ran off and left you on your own, Fee. Please, make yourself at home.”

“Excuse my manners,” Josh said with a smile. He wore a dress shirt with the collar open and sleeves rolled up. His gray suit trousers fit him well, but also made him look out of place next to Cash and Sloane. “I’m Cash’s half-brother, Joshua McCall. And you are?”

“Ophelia Donovan,” Cash introduced. “A very special woman.”

“Call me Fee,” she said shyly, smiling in pleasure at the possessive way Cash gazed at her.

“There he is!” Josh interrupted. “Stretch is in the house. I knew my drinking buddy wasn’t far away.”

Fee turned to the door and saw one of the bodyguards standing there. He must’ve allowed Stretch in. Obviously, he was known by everyone.

Stretch limped to Fee, pausing long enough to take her hand and continue on. No one lifted a brow.

Cash looked from one to the other, and cursed. “That fucking bad, huh?”

“I don’t know why I went to the funeral,” Stretch responded. “I’ll always be the freak.” He looked at the floor, his grip on Fee hard and tense. “The fag.”

“Wait a fucking minute,” Cash barked. “Those motherfuckers said that to you?” When Stretch didn’t answer, Cash looked at Fee and she nodded, hurt for Stretch. “Get off your leg,” he ordered.

Without a word, Stretch released Fee’s hand and made his way to the sofa.

“We need to pay a few motherfuckers a visit,” Josh commented. “What do you say?”

“I’d say you’re right. I’m going to call Outlaw. See if we could meet up with one of the chapter presidents.”

“Don’t,” Stretch said. “I just want to get back to the club. I don’t need them. I have you and Fee.”

“When are y’all leaving?” Georgie asked, unfazed by the conversation.

“Tomorrow afternoon,” Fee responded.

“You’re here so why not stay another day?” Sloane suggested. “Let the McCall Monsters hang out together. We’ll get you back home the day after.”

“McCall Monster my ass,” Josh growled.

Georgie rolled her eyes.

“It’ll give you a chance to hear Fee sing,” Cash said instead of commenting, at the bar, pouring a drink for Stretch. “Sloane, she’s bad-ass.”

“So I’ve heard,” Sloane said, heading to a seat and pulling Georgie with him. “You must sing off the fucking charts. Cash has been after me to hear you sing for weeks.”

“Really?” Just as the knowledge of Cash and Stretch’s visits brought her down, hearing that Cash mentioned her, even in passing, buoyed Fee.

“Sing something for me,” Sloane ordered in that sexy way that was all his. On television and in magazines, the man oozed sex. In person, it boggled the mind. “Anything that comes to mind.”

She twisted her hands together, nervous all of a sudden. Having a career in singing wasn’t what Fee wanted. All over again, she remembered all the dreams she’d once had. They’d
never
included being a famous singer, but there were plans for her future as a filmmaker.

Her stagnant life was completely her fault. Now, in the room with all these beautiful people, all focused on her, made her want more. A set course, at the very least.

“Today, Fee. Not everyone gets a chance to sing for Sloane,” Cash pointed out. “Use this opportunity.”

“Oh my goodness, Cash, you’re so rude,” Georgie said. “You both just sprung this on her. Let her get her thoughts together.”

“Did you hear me say anything?” Sloane remarked. “I’m waiting for her.”

“Cash, stop being such a jerk with Fee,” Stretch jeered. “You’re embarrassing her.”

“I am not. Fee knows me. I only have her best interest in mind.”

“Yeah, Cash. That’s why you announced that you and Stretch come to Denver to be together.”

Fee cringed at Georgie’s exasperated statement.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Georgiana. Fee knows Stretch and me have a history. She knows how much I care about him.”

“It does matter,” Georgie insisted. “I’m a girl like her and she doesn’t want to hear what you’ve done for another lover if you haven’t done it for her.”

Cash glared at Fee. “Tell my little sister she’s wrong,” he growled, as if Georgie’s words were her fault. When Fee remained silent, understanding dawned in his eyes. “Are you fucking shitting me? What difference does it make where I’ve taken him? We’re all here together now.”

“By accident, Cash. If Stretch’s dad hadn’t passed away, we never would’ve gone anywhere,” she reminded him. “Christopher doesn’t want us together so we could’ve used an escape too.”

“I wasn’t ready to take our relationship to that level,” he admitted tiredly.

Suddenly not caring where Cash had taken Stretch, Fee stared. “Are you ready now?”

Cash shrugged. “We’re settling into
us
,” he said. “I’m happy with that. That doesn’t mean I’ll go to Outlaw and get my head bashed in. Okay? If I ever am ready, I’ll have to show him I’m worthy of you first. You’ll have to show him that you can handle what the three of us have. Otherwise, he’ll never accept it.”

“Wouldn’t you accept such a relationship with Georgie? As long as she was happy.”

“Fuck no. I didn’t like Sloane and Georgie together. She was sixteen when they started fucking and he was a twenty-five-year old motherfucker. But without him, my little sister would be dead. Our father is the worst excuse of a parent or a husband than anyone I fucking know. Georgie stayed strung out and my father was too busy sticking his cock in every woman around to notice. He was too busy ruining his wives. If not for that, I’d feel the same way about Sloane that Outlaw feels about me.”

As Cash spoke, Georgie bowed her head, so much sadness entering her eyes. Josh just folded his arms and clenched his jaw. Sloane, meanwhile, looked as if he wanted to kill Cash.

“I fucking told you, motherfucker, don’t bring up Cassandra. Her suicide still upsets Georgie.”