Page 10 of Misrule
“No, leave your things right the fuck where they at. In her house. Getsomeshit, a few pieces, and leave the rest there. Just reassure her you love the fuck outta her. Then, your things gonna be there with her and she gonna miss you more. Then, Mort will back off cuz Bailey gonna see how miserable her Ma is. She gonna talk to RoxanneandMort, then you can move the fuck back in with Roxanne and it ain’t gonna be no problem for no-fuckin-body.”
“Fine. Done. Anything else?”
“Romance her, fuckhead. Girls like that, too. Oh, and tell her Bailey and Mort welcome to have their wedding with yours.”
“Even if I don’t want it?” Knox pressed. “This should be about Roxanne. No one else. I’m not paying a huge amount of money for Roxanne to share her day.”
“Listen up, assfuck, ain’t no-fuckin-body asked your ass to pay for Roxanne wedding. She belong tous, sowegonna pay.”
Knox opened his mouth to disagree, but Outlaw raised his hand and changed the subject.
“Now, ‘bout Kendall.”
Chapter Three
“Megan!”
For the longest time, Christopher had searched the house and grounds of the property Kendall sent him to—the one where Meganmightbe kept. He’d searched almost everywhere. Val, Mortician, Johnnie, and Digger had searched almost everywhere, too.
Now, they’d reached the edge of the property line. Though the house was dilapidated and the wooden porch was rotted, the land was huge. Acres of outbuildings, rusting cars, old motorcycles, and overgrown weeds. But this…this was something new. A door that opened onto an underground structure.
“Megan,” Christopher yelled again, close to losing his mind. She’d been taken days ago. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t eat.
He couldn’t function.
When he opened the door, the sunlight beamed into the darkness below, revealing stone steps. Without hesitation, Christopher rushed into the abyss. He couldn’t see into the corners. He only saw ahead of him, the long shadows cast by the sunlight gleaming from above.
Grabbing his cellphone, he turned on the flashlight. He aimed it to the right of him, but found nothing. Then, he turned left.
There she was. Still. Lifeless. Curled up, in rivers of blood…
Christopher bolted upright and his eyes flew open. Air escaped him in bursts of breaths and his heart pounded hard enough to serve as a drum in a rock band. Sweat poured down his face, dripped down the center of his chest.
Megan was there, safe, in their bed, next to him. Sleeping peacefully. Looking like an angel bathed in the soft lamplight that she insisted on having at night.
Not wanting to disturb her, he shoved the covers aside and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He hung his head and covered his face, resting his elbows on his knees.
He hated that motherfucking dream. Each time he had it, he found Megan the same way.Dead.
Now, tonight, blood. A shiver passed through him.
He couldn’t go through this for the rest of his fucking life. He’d been fine. Marching the fuck on. Helping Megan to cope withhernightmares. Making sure she wouldn’t return to cutting herself.
Then…then…Megan decided to go grocery shopping alone. She’d told him she wouldn’t let fear rule her life and she was determined to not allow her kidnapping to frighten her from the things she enjoyed doing alone.
Fine. What the fuck ever. He’d had her tailed, with express instructions to not let Megan know.
Did the motherfuckersobeyhim?
FUCK NO!
That led to ass beatings for them and a two-day pussy lockout for him. Megan said he was taking away her way of dealing with the trauma she’d suffered during her kidnapping.
Fuck. Fine. Lesson fucking learned.
Once he was admitted back into the Promised Land, he decided to watch over her himself.That,however, fucked with church. He hadn’t realized how much his girl rolled out until he’d had to cancel the weekly club meetings, including the most important end of month one where all the reports were read and discussed. He could always push church back to the evenings, butthatwould inter-fucking-fere with his family time.
Still, his woman left him no choice but to give in to her wishes. Megan had grown so much during their marriage and she attributed that to the room he gave her to spread her wings. She admired and respected him for that, so he decided to back off. Maybe, life could return to normal for them.
