Page 105 of Misrule
“Damn, son,” Mortician said with a shake of his head. “You don’t have to sound so gleeful.”
Outlaw looked in his wife’s direction. Megan must’ve felt her husband’s gaze on her because she turned, the long strands of hair escaping her messy bun wiggling with her movements. Not only did she seem angry, but hurt, too.
“I ain’t gonna talk to Megan for at least another five fuckin’ days,” Outlaw confided in a low voice.
“I beg your pardon?” Johnnie glared at Outlaw. “Is that why she’s looking so wretched? Because ofyou?”
“Back the fuck off, Johnnie,” Outlaw snapped. “This between me, my cock, and my woman. Megan ain’t gonna get kidnappedevera-fuckin-gain. I almost lost my fuckin’ mind.”
“And we almost lost our fucking noses,” Digger quipped.
Outlaw hadn’t even had it in him to shower.
“Ha fuckin’ ha ha,” Outlaw grumbled. “Laugh all the fuck you wanna. This shit serious. Megan gotta sleep with a fuckin’ light on. She scream in the middle of the fuckin’ night. What them motherfuckers did fuckin’ harmed her a lot.”
“We still don’t get where you’re going with this,” Cam put in.
“I got a dick snip flip,” he confessed, still in a tone that suggested secrecy. Or betrayal. “Ima get Megan pregnant again. Fuckin’ problem is she ain’t wantin’ no more lil’ motherfuckers and I ain’t told her about my plans ‘til after I had the procedure that she still ain’t knowin’ about. I gotta see…I don’t know what Ima do.”
“What do you mean by that?” Johnnie asked in suspicion.
“Tell her and hope she change her mind, or pull a lower-motherfucker-move, don’t tell her and hope she end up filled with my kid.”
“You wouldn’t,” Johnnie managed, anger lighting his eyes. “You can’t take away her choice. It’s her body, Christopher, and her body isn’t your fucking receptacle.”
“Yo, Johnnie, back the fuck off,” Outlaw ordered. Even his soft voice was filled with menace. “This between me and Megan.”
“Prez,” Mortician started, “you saying you created an argument between you and Meggie girl so she don’t know your cock injured, in case you decide against telling her?”
Outlaw nodded.
“You’re such a barbaric asshole,” Johnnie barked, taking Outlaw’s cue and keeping his voice quiet.
Outlaw put his bottle down and grabbed Johnnie by the collar. Much like he’d done to Knox days ago.
“Look, motherfucker—”
“Don’t ‘look’ me, Christopher,” Johnnie spat. “I’m telling Megan what you’re doing.”
A chill dropped into the air. “If you do, Ima cut your fuckin’ tongue outcha fuckin’ head and watch you bleed to fuckin’ death,” Outlaw snarled.
Johnnie yanked himself away, but fell silent. Perhaps, thinking about the day Outlaw had shoved a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger…?
“Why do you want to cut Johnnie’s tongue out?” Megan called.
“So he ain’t usin’ it no more, Megan,” Outlaw answered in frustration. “What the fuck you think for?”
She glowered at him, but turned her attention back to the women.
Outlaw bowed his head. “Fuck, but Megan breakin’ my fuckin’ heart.” He drank more rum, then rubbed the back of his neck. “She wanted to talk to my ass this mornin’, but I had to turn her away, and that’s why she look so fuckin’ hurt. Fuck, Ima have to make this up to her.”
“Start by telling her the truth.”
“Fuck, I might just gotta do that, Cash.”
Knox hid a smile. He’d love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.
Chapter Twenty-Six
