Page 144 of Misrule
His phone indicated an incoming message.
I love you too,he read.CJ told me he told you about my surprise.
Christopher re-read the line, then guffawed. The lil motherfuckeralwaystold on himself to his Ma.
Ima pretend I ain’t knowin a fuckin thing Megan
In response, she sent three heart emojis and an emoji blowing a kiss.
Still grinning, he turned his attention back to the plants. It seemed as if Potter and Slipper were doing their job and maintaining the crop sufficiently. Slacking off meant certain death. This warehouse represented a lot of money. Especially since legalization hadn’t affected his operation. First, it was geared to medicinal and recreational users.
He snickered. He wasn’t either.
And the market was so glutted with “legitimate” growers that their yields were losing value.
But Christopher still had buyers along the Pacific Coast and North of the Border. He still had portions sent to the other chapters, delivered by brothers he personally chose. He had overseas buyers and buyers along the all-important I-95 Corridor, although the badges there were fucking formidable, and harder to pay-off.
Footsteps grabbed his attention and he looked in the direction of the sound.
“Jesus Christ, what the hell do you have in here?” Knox said on a pussified gasp.
Johnnie rushed behind him and offered Knox a pair of safety glasses. “I told you not to comment on what’s in here, Knox.”
Knox snatched the glasses and held them up. “What are these for?”
“To put the fuck on so these fuckin’ lights don’t fuck up your fuckin’ eyes.”
After answering Knox, Christopher glared at Johnnie. Or dumb fucking assfuck. “What the fuck you bring him in here for, motherfucker?”
“He’s fine, Christopher.” Johnnie slid his own glasses on. “He’s about to be a member of the family.”
“Yeah cuz space about to be made when I fuck you the fuck up,” Christopher snapped. “Besides, him and Roxanne ain’t back to-fuckin-gether as far as I fuckin’ know.”
Knox’s entire fucking face drooped.
What had the motherfucker done to piss Roxanne off so fucking much that she called the engagement off? For the last six days, she’d stuck to her story, while Knox stayed close to fucking tears, watching with a begging-dog expression. When she talked to the motherfucker, Knox seemed as if he could sprout fucking wings and fly. She went out of her way tonotsay a fucking word to the motherfucker. Meanwhile, the assfuck stuck close to the club. Closer than he had before the fucking breakup.
“What other illegal operation you have going on here?” Knox asked like the stupid motherfucker he was.
Disgusted, Christopher yanked his glasses off and threw them aside, then stomped past Johnnie and Knox.
“Hold on, Knox,” Johnnie complained.
Both him and Knox were hot on Christopher’s heels.
Sunlight blasted his eyes when he stepped outside, releasing the door in hopes of slamming the fuck out of both motherfuckers.
“Wait, Christopher,” Johnnie called. “Knox, you’re not supposed to mention—”
Christopher spun on his heel, forcing Johnnie and Knox to an abrupt halt. They almost collided with him. He stared at Knox. “We ain’t got one fuckin’ illegal operation goin’ on here, motherfucker. My ass just fucked you up a few weeks ago. Don’t make me carve your fuckin’ eyeballs out and use a vegetable fuckin’ peeler on your goddamn tongue.”
“You’re a fucking savage,” Knox gritted.
“And you a fuckin’ assfuck, so we fuckin’ even.”
“Me?” Knox said, outraged. He indicated himself with a sweep of his hand. “I didn’t beat myself up. More than once, I might add.”
Christopher didn’t have time for this shit. He needed to make sure the pills and powder were all accounted for and ready for delivery before the pickups from the support clubs in a few hours.
