Page 19 of Misrule
“Because showing myself, showingyou, that I can stand on my own two feet, is important to me.”
“Your safety important to me. I ain’t only worried about you bein’ taken a-fuckin-gain. My ass worry that you gonna start cuttin’ a-fuckin-gain.” His look turned pained. “Tell me you ain’t thought about that shit once or fuckin’ twice?”
“Maybe,” she mumbled. “But not all the time. The idea comes and go, especially after my nightmares.”
“So eatin’ your pussy after you have them ain’t keepin’ you relaxed?”
“Is my sucking your cock afteryournightmares keepingyourelaxed?” she sniffed.
He scowled at her. “You got my ass, baby,” he admitted grudgingly. “Maybe this gonna help. The only fuckin’ thing I ain’t trustin’ you with is Kendall. You for-fuckin-give that bitch every-fuckin-thing she do. So since I think you stupid and fucked outta your head about her, I ain’t trustin’ you to handle her ass right. Look what the fuck you made me do, when I wanted to ball her fuckin’ hands to fists, cleave them motherfuckers in two, them chop the pieces the fuck off.”
“Forgiven and forgotten,” she lied. “Why are we still on this subject? She came to the ball. CJ interacted with her. There wasn’t a problem.”
“Cuz Knox told my ass I was Kendall fuckin’ Santa. Chafed my fuckin’ nuts. I ain’t gonna forget.”
Meggie wouldn’t, either. Every time Christopher brought up Kendall’s run-in with CJ a few weeks ago, Meggie adopted placid serenity. Once again, if Christopher knew how hearing about Kendall almost punching CJ infuriated Meggie, he’d kill Kendall.
As it was, Meggie had the distinctly uneasy feeling, her husband was planning dire retribution. He wouldn’t tell her because he wanted vengeance. As usual, she’d tell him to overlook Kendall’s actions for Johnnie.
Meggie understood that the excuse was old. It also gave Kendall license to do whatever she wanted.
Meggie only hoped Christopher wasn’t planning her death and then making it look like an accident. He’d said no, when she asked him weeks ago, then changed the subject. A big, old red flag that he was indeed planning something.
Meggie had already vowed to herself if Kendall even looked at CJ wrong, she’d be sorry.
“You ready to fuckin’ go?”
She nodded, then a thought occurred to her. “What…are you going in the store?”
“No, baby,” Christopher answered irritably. “I fuckin’ came here for you.”
He knew her location because he tracked her via her telephone, her car, and her wallet.
“I’m heading home.”
“I’ma be right the fuck behind you, baby.”
“Everything is going to be fine.” As she spoke, she realized her nausea had lessened.
Christopher’s smile didn’t reach his eyes as he nodded. She knew he was thinking of a way to satisfy them both.
The coming months promised to be busy. Christopher would want to fix her issues to make everything easier for her.
Hopefully, whatever method he came up with wouldn’t be needed, and she’d conquer her fear on her own.
Chapter Seven
“Ididn’t raise no scary bitch, Roxanne!”
Roxy winced as her mother yelled those words through the phone. It had been several days since the argument with Knox. She knew he was staying at the club because Mortician had come to pick up some clothes for him. Knox was a stubborn motherfucker, determined to have things his way.
Roxy, though, was just as stubborn. He wouldn’t make her change her mind about having a double wedding with Bailey. He could pout, stomp, and kick. She wasn’t entertaining any of it. It was too fucking selfish on his part to want to shut her daughter out.
But she missed Knox so much. In the evenings and on weekends, they did everything together. They loved each other’s company. They loved each other’s bodies.
She glanced at the ring on her finger. Cherished antique or cursed motherfucker?
The ring meant a lot to Knox, prioritizing its specialness over her than stupid fucking superstitions.
