Page 160 of Misrule
Dropping his folded arms, Outlaw leaned forward. “Ain’t respectin’ a motherfucker who not man e-fuckin-nuff to live in his own fuckin’ truth.”
“What do you want me to say? Roxanne sees you as one of her sons. If I don’t like you or Mortician or any of you, my relationship with her is doomed.”
“You ain’t got a fuckin’ relationship with her,” Outlaw snapped.
“You just said…”
Outlaw’s look of disgust offended Knox. “Listen up, motherfucker,” Outlaw bit out, standing. “If you fuckin’ feel that way, then your ass better fuckin’ find a way to reconcile how the fuck you feel about us.”
“I see you’re not disputing my assumptions.”
“Mortician her son-in-law, Harrington. Bailey love the motherfucker. When you call his ass a piece of garbage, then, in essence, you callin’ Bailey the same. By extension, you pinnin’ that title on Roxanne, too.”
“I don’t mean too,” Knox said with sincere regret. “I just…to me you’re criminals. I don’t deal with your type of people.”
“Oh, yeah, cuz you ain’t got a motherfuckin’ uncle named Avalon, who was embezzlin’ from my fuckin’ clubandtried to kill Roxanne. You fuckin’ disowned his ass, likeyourfuckin’ kind do, so him and his bullshit tucked away in some fuckin’ coffin.”
If it hadn’t been for Avalon he never would’ve met Roxanne.
“Roxanne fuckin’ love you,” Outlaw said as he headed for the door. “Whether or fuckin’ not she truly fuckin’ forgive you in your fuckin’ hands, motherfucker.”
“Outlaw, wait.” Knox stopped the man just before he opened the door. “I need your help.” He do anything to win Roxanne back. “Tell me what to do. How can I get her to forgive me?”
“Come off your high fuckin’ horses and respect who the fuck she is, where the fuck she came from, and how im-fuckin-portant this club is to her.”
“I do…I understand.” Desperation crept into him. “Everything you said. I love her.”
“Love ain’t e-fuckin-nuff, Knox,” Outlaw informed him. “It’s up to your fuckin’ ass to figure what the fuck else required. I can fuckin’ coach you all-fuckin-day, but if you ain’t really fuckin’ understandin’ then the shit gonna fall apart any-fuckin-way.”
Turning, Outlaw walked out the room, slamming the door behind him.
The sound reverberated through Knox’s head. Falling back against the pillows, he moaned, but, for the first time since he’d been such a stupid jackass, he felt something other than despair.
Hope.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“How’s Mr. Mortician?” Viola, Dr. Will’s long-time nurse, asked. The older woman had always been kind and helpful to Meggie, and she really appreciated her.
“He’s fine,” Meggie answered. “Doing his usual.”
Viola nodded. “That’s good. And Mr. Outlaw?”
“He’s better now.” Meggie explained about his vasectomy reversal.
“I always knew you two would end up with another one. That man loves to see you with his baby inside of you.”
“He does,” Meggie said, smiling with tenderness.
It was the morning after Knox’s near-murder. Christopher was busy at the club on conference calls with Riley, the club’s PI, discussing a run he and Mortician would leave for tomorrow.
Meggie had left her guards behind. She didn’t need their opinions and nasty comments.
The door opened and Dr. Will walked in. Ever since Meggie had known Jordan Will, she’d had braids. Today was no different. Her eyes were sparkling as brightly as her wedding set.
“Hi Meggie,” Dr. Will greeted, setting her tablet on the counter. “How are you feeling?”
“Pregnant,” Meggie said on a sigh.
