Page 182 of Misrule
“Let’s wait a few fuckin’ minutes to see if the motherfucker come back.” He didn’t know if he’d gone in the room or left altogether.
“Peep this, Outlaw,” Mortician started after a moment. “Say Kendall fuck herself up after shit play out as you have them planned. What then? You can’t fucking tell me you’re going to be comfortable ever again. A part of you will always fear Meggie going to find out what really happened to Kendall.”
“Unless you fucking tell her…” A vision of Knox rose in his head, and Christopher’s voice trailed off.
“You planning on killing Knox, too?” Mort asked, correctly guessing where Christopher’s thoughts landed. “You don’t have to worry about me, Outlaw. I’ll keep your secrets, even if I don’t agree with them, and guard you with my last breath, as my president and friend. Don’t get me wrong. I hope you don’t do nothing that will get me fucked up on your behalf. I happen to like living.”
“In other words, no matter what the fuck I do, that bitch win,” he snarled, anger at the corner he found himself in, rising to the top. “If I fuckin’ grab that bitch by the throat, shove my gun in her mouth, look her in the eyes, and pull the trigger, she win cuz I gotta waste my fuckin’ brain cells thinkin’ of her as she die. If I fuckin’ drive her to fuck herself up, Ima fuckin’ worry the rest of my fuckin’ days about Megan findin’ out. On fuckin’ top of that, I gotta either fuck up Knox or cut his fuckin’ tongue out, yeah?”
“I didn’t say nothing about cutting the dude’s tongue out, Prez,” Mortician chided.
Christopher shrugged. “Either his fuckin’ brains would have to go or his fuckin’ tongue.”
“Tongue would be fine. I’m sure Knox would agree.”
“The most galling fucking development,” Christopher continued, ignoring Mortician as he came to the obvious conclusion, “would be lettin’ that fuckin’ bitch live.”
“You could also demand Johnnie choose. Tell him he either have to divorce Kendall or leave the club. The way you doing it now, you choosing for him anyway by putting Emily in his path and the way you have shit going down with Kendall.”
“Whatcha think of that Emily bitch?” Christopher asked, changing the subject.
“I don’t know her, other than seeing her ass for ten fucking minutes. What do you think of her?”
“You think she for Big Joe?”
“Wouldn’t that be fucking ironic?” Mort grumbled, then nodded. “A part of me do. If she is for Boss, bitch might be a fucking psychopath like Snake or an angel like Meggie.”
Christopher would bet psycho-fuckin-path. “Something about this bitch warnin’ me that she bad news. I ain’t able to put my fuckin’ finger on it.”
“She a psycho then,” Mort decided.
Christopher shrugged. “And she not for Big Joe, by the way. Had Riley check into it. Got a picture of her old man. When you put that bitch next to that motherfucker, they look alike.”
“That shit would’ve been too coincidental,” Mort responded. “Prez, why you got Knox working on this Johnnie triangle shit? You using Riley for everything else.”
“Knox don’t like Kendall.”
“I know. So you thought that would make it easier?”
“Knox don’t like my fuckin’ ass neither. He think he so fuckin’ different from us, but especially me. It ain’t dawned on that motherfucker, that he not much different, after-fucking-all.”
“I told you he want to learn how to ride. And he want a tat. I know you don’t believe him, but I got it all setup with Gabe for later today.”
“I don’t believe him, Mort,” Christopher agreed. “If he serious, I ain’t got a problem helpin’ the motherfucker, but if he doin’ it just to impress Roxanne and ain’t really into it, I ain’t involvin’ my-fuckin-self.”
“Prez—”
“No, Mort. Think about how he act with psycho cunt. He pretend he ain’t got a problem with her in front of Roxanne, but we know that ain’t the case. Knox want Kendall gone. The one time that bitch did something fuckin’ right and he hate her fuckin’ guts for it. He bein’ a cutthroat motherfucker, workin’ for me, to get things his fuckin’ way. He ain’t givin’ a fuck how Roxanne feel about Kendall and he ain’t givin’ a fuck that he consider Johnnie his friend. I fuckin’ thought I’d help him see how fuckin’ much like us he is be-fuckin-fore the weddin’. If that shit even happen now.”
Mort blew out a breath. “On the real, Outlaw? What the fuck going on? Shit just seems so off-kilter. We been near the border of Northern Cali for two fucking days. Watching Amfinger not a life or death situation, meaning you don’thaveto be away from your woman. And, usually, when you don’thaveto be away from Meggie, you not. Now you away from your girl and you got me away from mine. This not like you.”
“I needed time to think,” he admitted. “Megan don’t fuckin’ know about Emily.” A fucking timebomb waiting to fuck him in the ass if he didn’t tell her. “Megan don’t know about…” He shook his head, unable to finish.Kendall, he added silently.
Even now, after she whipped that bitch’s ass over CJ, Christopher would bet his cock and balls that Megan wouldn’t be happy with all of his plans.
Mort put a hand on his shoulder. “Prez, you can’t let your need for vengeance destroy what the fuck you and Meggie got. Kendall not worth it. And I don’t fucking mean that as aspersions against Red.”
“That should be a aspersion against that cunt.”
