Page 113 of Misrule
“Oh, please. Johnnie’s a club member. Are you saying I can’t socialize with him?”
Christopher offered her a nasty grin. “You always the smartest fuckin’ bitch in the house, aintcha? You fuckin’ figure that shit out.” Ignoring Kendall’s gasp, he made a three hundred sixty degree turn, meeting each person’s gaze as he did. “Dinner cancelled. All you motherfuckers get the fuck outta my fuckin’ house.”
Without another word, he grabbed Meggie’s hand on one side of him and CJ’s on the other, and started limping out of the room, leaving everyone in stunned silence.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“Hold on, Prez,” Digger called. “You can’t put us out before we eat. Think about all the food in the kitchen.”
Christopher paused. “Fine, eat,” he relented. “Then get the fuck out.”
A few years ago, every one of those motherfuckers would’ve been fucked up. Shot in the fucking head. Now, though…He hadn’t even been able to kill Johnnie when he should have.
Clearly, he had to find punishments that would be acceptable to both his principles and his pride. Threats didn’t work with family because a conscience wouldn’t allow you to fuck up assfucks you cared about.
He concentrated on keeping a straight face as he walked, refusing to give in to the pain he felt. Since he wasn’t walking with the care he had been, his cock was in agony. He wanted to undo the dick undoing. It was making his life so fucking miserable.
As he guided Megan and CJ up the staircase, he met Johnnie, Rory, Matilda, and JJ, whom Johnnie carried, making their way down.
He paused, allowing Christopher to pass. Neither of them said a word.
“Hey, Ro,” CJ said quietly.
“Hey, CJ,” Rory responded on a whisper, like the boys knew their parents were feuding and it would affect them, too.
“Rory can stay if he wanna and you let him,” Christopher called over his shoulder.
“Can I, Dad?” Rory’s little voice sounded hopeful.
“Of course, son,” Johnnie responded. “Come with me to tell Mom goodnight.”
“I don’t want to,” Rory responded tearfully. “I don’t like Mommie. She’s mean.”
“He overheard some of what happened before he ran upstairs and hid.” Johnnie sighed. “Fine, Rory. Go upstairs with CJ, Aunt Megan, and Uncle Chris.”
A moment later, Rory joined them, and Christopher continued on to the third floor. Megan had turned a room on the second floor into a huge playroom for the kids for when they hosted family night. Diesel was in charge of keeping a watch on them. Lyndsey hadn’t been over again since the treehouse incident.
Christopher had dropped her off at her house, told Diesel he had faith in his honesty, and dropped the fucking subject. No use harping on the shit. Either the motherfucker would listen or he wouldn’t.
Although CJ enjoyed playing with his cousins and Diesel made sure they didn’t get too out-of-hand, Christopher felt the rambunctious little motherfuckers would be too much for CJ tonight.
Christopher stopped in front of CJ’s room, released his hand, and then opened the door. His boy stood on his tiptoes to flip on the overhead light.
“Ima be back in a few minutes. Lemme take care of your Ma.”
“’Kay,” CJ answered. “I tired, ‘Law. Ima lay down ‘til you come back.”
“Okay, boy,” Christopher agreed.
“I tired, too, ‘Law,” Rory echoed.
Now wasn’t the time to remind Rory he didn’t have to emulate CJ, who, in turn, was mimicking Christopher. He didn’t want assfucks like Knox and Kendall teasing his boy for the words he used. But correct…ishspeech was a lesson for another day.
Once his son and nephew gave him and Megan hugs, Christopher brought his wife to their bedroom and led her to their bed.
He pointed to the edge. “Sit.”
Obediently, she followed his directions. Focusing on what his woman needed, he put one foot in front of the other and headed to the bathroom to find peroxide, cotton balls, and antibiotic ointment for her cuts. He also took a washcloth and ran cold water over it, for her black eye.
