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Knox snapped his brows together, thinking of the conversation he’d had with Roxanne earlier. Instead of speaking and having a trembling voice betray his sudden fear, he nodded.
Mortician smirked. “See you around.”
A few minutes after Mortician left, Roxanne headed back toward the kitchen, without even a glance in his direction.
He might lose a few battles because of his own tactical mistakes, but he intended to win the war and make Roxanne his again, now and forevermore. And he’d do it without any collateral damage involved.
Chapter Forty-Two
Killing the ignition, Meggie got out of her car, then leaned against the door to wait for her escorts. The four guys rode up a moment later, parked their Harleys and dismounted. Pete, Krag, Webster, and Talbot had all been around during her father’s time—and before.
Not that they acted as if they’d known Big Joe or had any loyalty to Christopher. The early start to their day seemed to make them ornerier than usual. She’d had to go to the bank to take Kendall’s name off as a signatory, on the home healthcare business account. Now, they’d arrived at the mall, where stores were just opening.
Krag frowned at her, then circled her Mini Cooper. She only took her Navigator out when she had two or more of her children with her.
Removing the toothpick from the corner of his mouth, Krag pointed it at her. “Outlaw needta teach ya how to fucking park, Meggie.” He toothpick-pointed to her front wheel. “You shoulda fucking straightened it, instead of parking like a fucking woman.”
“Iama woman, Krag,” she said with a smile.
He scowled at her. “No shit,” he growled. “That’s why we here, wasting our day for woman shit. Cuz you got a pussy.” He used the toothpick as floss and removed something from between his teeth, then studied it before sniffing it, flicking it away, and shoving the disgusting little stick back into his mouth.
Meggie’s stomach turned. Pregnancy kept her queasy or vomiting in the best of times. She couldn’t take much more of Krag’s toothpicking habit before she threw up.
Talbot studied her from head-to-toe. His grizzled gray beard didn’t match the silky beauty of the salt-and-pepper hair that reached down to his waist. He narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t even mention grooming me, girl,” he warned. “I didn’t go for that shit when you first said it. Not going for it now.”
Meggie looked at her toes. Somehow, these four brothers that she only knew from serving them at the club, had ended up on her detail. Mortician, Cash, Stretch or Digger had stopped being assigned to her long ago. Johnnie never had been, while Val…well, Val was Val. They’d laid the past to rest, so…so she’d leave it at that.
Unfortunately, Pete, Krag, Webster, and Talbot were the primary reasons she’d been so happy to have Christopher slack up on her details. Beyond gruff, they jumped sheer cantankerousness.
Biting her lip, she shifted, and wrapped her arms around her waist. She could always tell Christopher…only, shecouldn’t. He’d kill them, which left her stuck.
A loud crack punctuated the air, and she jumped. At the guys’ laughter, she realized one of them had clapped their hands.
Webster belched. The sharpness of his reddish-brown hair indicated a dye job and in no way matched the intense wrinkles in his face. “I got a broad to fuck, Megan. So get to fucking moving. We not those young bucks sniffing behind your cunt and dying to be in your fucking company.”
“You wish your cock still worked, Webster,” Pete said around guffaws.
“It do!” Webster protested. “That Viagra shit been working wonders for my dick. I got a fucking hard-on and can fuck a young bitch for fucking hours.”
“You mean you fuck your fucking hand for hours,” Krag teased with a grin.
“Fuck off,” Webster snapped, flipping Krag off.
Meggie sighed. “Guys, I know you don’t want to guard me. Why don’t you tell Christopher?”
The four of them stared at her as if she’d turned into Medusa.
“Always said you was too much of a stupid little cunt to be Joe’s girl and Snake’s sister,” Krag said in disgust. “Now, you Outlaw’s bitch. Never been worthy of him and never will be.”
Tears rushed to Meggie’s eyes and she glanced away. She just wasn’t feeling good this morning. The baby was making up for the lost time he’d hidden himself and letting Meggie know, in no uncertain terms, that he was inside of her.
“Don’t start that fucking whining, Megan,” Webster warned.
“I thought we were all friends,” Meggie said on a sniffle. “Why do you treat me this way during my errands?”
“We not a fucking bitch sitter,” Krag said flatly. “And we don’t appreciate Outlaw giving us this duty to watch you fucking shop or hang out with other bitches or all your little fucking cum squirts—”
