Page 143 of Misrule
“Whatcha doing?”
“Workin’. Every-fuckin-thing okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
CJ fell silent, and Christopher sighed.
“Ima be home as soon as I fuckin’ can,” he said. “Okay? Ima read to your lil’ ass. Hear me?”
“Uh-huh. ‘Law,” CJ whispered. “MegAnn say her cooking your favorite meal. She want to surprise you. Aunt Bun say that is a good idea. And, ‘Law, Mommie ask Aunt Bunny to take us for the night. MegAnn, her say that is a surprise for you, too.”
Christopher scowled at the phone. Of course his boy wouldn’t know the difference between telling Christopher things he really needed to know and opening his little fucking trap about surprises Megan had for him.
“Don’t let your Ma know you told me, CJ,” he ordered, thinking of all the ways Megan would drive him the fuck out of his mind tonight, with her pussy, hands, mouth, and ass. “Her feelins gonna be hurt.”
CJ was silent a moment. “You mad at me?”
“No.” He blew out an agitated breath. “I just…is your Ma there?”
“Her in her office. Mommie left her phone on the counter in the kitchen. I pretend I real tired and Aunt Bunny took me to my room. When her left I got up, though, and did a reeeaaaaal quiet foot and come to the kitchen to call you to tell you what Mommie doing and cuz I miss you, ‘Law.”
Any reprimand Christopher might’ve given died on his lips at CJ’s confession. His heart melted for his boy and he felt like a fucking dickhead for his irritation. “I miss you, too, boy,” he said gruffly. “And don’t say cuz. It’sbecause.”
“You say cuz,” CJ pointed out.
Fuck him. He’d already started saying shit likeaboutwhen he was home. More and more, when he was out, too, although he did enjoy annoying the fuck out of Knox. He didn’t mind talking correct…ly…as possible, if it meant his children benefitted. Even if it was a pain in the motherfucking ass. That shit also fucking doomed him to say because instead of ‘cuz’.
“CJ!” Megan’s call came through the line and Christopher’s ears perked.
“Bye, ‘Law,” CJ whispered. “Gotta go so MegAnn don’t find me.”
“Put—”
The line disconnected. Just like that his irritation returned. He thought about calling her but he had a lot to see to today. Somehow, distribution day had fallen on the same day as his hydrogrow check.
He’d been having a wonderful fucking time with his girl and their children the past few days. He’d taken Megan for a ride, then found a secluded spot to fuck her on the bike.
He’d taken Megan shopping for another dress to replace the one he’d burned. She’d been upset but when he told her his reasons, she’d hugged him, then stood and removed every piece of white clothing she owned. Some were her favorite pieces, too. She hadn’t flinched. Christopher had given himself a good fucking talking to. He couldn’t allow his girl not to wear whatever the fuck she wanted. An hour after she’d stored the motherfuckers in the attic, he’d gotten them out and returned them to her closet.
Be-fuckin-sides, since his last nightmare, he hadn’t had another one. It was as if his subconscious registered the dick snip flip and knew he’d found a way to protect Megan.
Just as fucking awesome was Johnnie had finally met Emily. It was already Friday, and the motherfucker had been walking around like a fucking zombie. Emily kept Christopher updated, though, and Christopher knew Johnnie had called her twice.
Megan’s face rose in his head. Guilt hit him hard. He thought again of calling her, just to hear her sweet voice and hope she never found out about Emily.
If he called Megan, he might pussy out and confess. Besides, he needed to get finished with work, so he could get home for her “surprise” that wasn’t a surprise anymore.
He couldn’t not communicate with her, though.
Hey, baby,he texted.I love you and I miss the fuck outta you.
A minute passed, then two…three…four. Nothing came through. She was probably dealing with their terror of a son.
Unbidden, he wondered what Big Joe would’ve thought of CJ. He was growing so fast. A part of Christopher wanted his boy to stay a kid forever. He had only Big Joe to go by as a role model for a fatherly figure. While CJ was still young, it was easy for Christopher to make up his own rules. But what about as he got older?
He could’ve brought his boy with him today. Other than fifty fucking questions, CJ wouldn’t have been a problem. In all honesty, Christopher would’ve enjoyed having his boy with him. But would that be fair? He’d be introducing him to the darker side of club life without CJ being old enough to really have a choice, indoctrinating him into a world that wasn’t for everybody. What type of pressure would that put on his boy? If Christopher brought CJ with him to the warehouses and to distribution days, by the time he grew up, the members would expect his son to be a mini him.
Christopher refused to have any of his children live in his shadow. They were their own people with their own personalities. And ifhedidn’t expect CJ to be the next “Outlaw”, another motherfucker better not think to do it.
