Page 145 of Misrule
“Knox accepted us months ago, Christopher. He even apologized,” Johnnie reminded him. “Why do you still have such an attitude with him.”
“Cuz un-fuckin-likeyou, motherfucker, I know this motherfucker a motherfucker. He ain’t meant that shit.”
“I did mean it, Outlaw. Do not put words in my mouth.”
Shoving Johnnie out the way and ignoring his indignant growl, frustrated as a motherfucker with Johnnie and his dumb fucking choices, Christopher stopped inches from Knox and narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck happen then? One fuckin’ minute you makin’ up and apologizin’ to the club and the next fuckin’ moment you puttin’ yourself above us motherfuckers again.”
Knox stiffened. “What are you talking about? I invited you into my home when it was Roxanne’s turn to do the family dinners. I share my expensive alcohol with you. I try to expand your horizons.”
“Ain’t your fuckin’ crib. Unless you suddenly grew a cunt,youlivin’ in the Ma-in-law quarters. You know what Ma mean right? A pussy. As far as I fuckin’ know you don’t have one. Ain’t my fuckin’ fault you act like one.”
“Whatever!” Knox said in frustration. “My point is you have no reason to believe I didn’t mean my apology.”
“I don’t just fuckin’ believe it, assfuck. I know it.”
“You’re a mind reader now, Outlaw?”
“Nope. Just not a fuckin’ stupid motherfucker.” Speaking ofstupid motherfuckers, Christopher glared at Johnnie.
“Hey!” Johnnie blared. “I resent that look.”
“Maybe, you pre-fuckin-fer this: You a fuckin’ stupid motherfucker. Better?”
Johnnie scowled at Christopher, but he glowered him into pussification. When Johnnie dropped his gaze, Christopher turned the same look on Knox.
“Fuck! Fine!” Knox raised his hands. “This way you handled Jordan’s situation made me realize…” His voice trailed off and he shrugged.
“That I ain’t leavin’ no loose fuckin’ ends?”
“Yeah, that,” Knox agreed.
“I ain’t got fuckin’ time for this.” Christopher turned on his heel. “You just a elitist motherfucker. Be-fuckin-sides bein’ a fuckin’ badge at heart. You just ain’t able to come to fuckin’ terms with our lifestyle.”
Kind of like Kendall. Those two belonged together. But Johnnie wanted that bitch and Knox loathed her. It crossed Christopher’s mind that Knox might be there to talk to him about the Kendall Mission, but before Christopher could ask if Knox needed to talk to him in private, Johnnie spoke, and stopped Christopher in his tracks.
“Knox has someone who’s interested in selling light arms to us,” Johnnie said.
Sure he’d misheard, Christopher frowned. “What the fuck you talkin’ about, John Boy? What the fuck we know about sellin’ fuckin’ weapons?”
“Oh, please.” Knox snorted. “Don’t insult my intelligence with your bullshit.”
“Can’t fuckin’ insult what the fuck you ain’t got,” Christopher snapped.
“Oh, I like that,” Knox responded.
“Ain’t givin’ a fuck,” Christopher responded.
“What we doing?” Val asked, creeping up to them, along with Mort and Digger. “Shooting the shit outside?”
“The Cosmetics together.” Digger elbowed Mort. “Plastics would be fucking better for you and Knox, Johnnie, butMean Girlstook that.”
“Mean Girls?” Christopher echoed. “What the fuck your bitch ass watchin’ that shit for?”
Digger shrugged. “Bunny like it and watch it a lot.”
“That don’t mean you got to watch it,” Mortician grumbled.
“Says the motherfucker who watchFrozenon repeat because Harley like it,” Digger retorted.
