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“Uh-huh,” CJ answered, annoying Knox with the way he always nodded when he responded with those words.
“Now, Val,” Outlaw started.
“Val,” Johnnie interrupted. “I need you to meet me at Kendall’s house one day this week to do a sweep of it. She thinks it’s bugged.”
He hadn’t received a response the first time, so he must’ve thought it necessary to repeat the request. The words made Knox as uneasy this time as they had the first time.
Outlaw, on the other hand, still looked unfazed.
“Your turn, Mort,” Digger said, stepping away from Mr. Whittlestone. “Whittie, you left enough room in the crotch to accommodate the size of my cock, right?”
Mortician shoved Digger out of the way, while the other men laughed like children and the little boys smiled. Except Grant, who looked at his feet. Diesel grinned like the horny teenager he was. Mr. Whittlestone smiled from his perch atop the stepping stool, unoffended, although Knox’s exasperation made him snort.
One thing he could always count on with these men were dick jokes.
“It’s loose here.” Mortician tugged at the collar of his tuxedo shirt.
Mr. Whittlestone gathered the extra material and pinned it.
“Digger,” Mortician said, between comments to the old man. “You got to give everybody a nickname? Whittie?”
“It’s fine, Mortician,” Mr. Whittlestone answered.
Adjusting his shirt, Mortician glanced from Knox to Johnnie. “Why Red think her crib bugged?”
“She has it in her head Christopher is watching her,” Johnnie answered.
“Why the fuck my ass would do that shit?” Outlaw asked, finally reacting. “Oh, yeah, psycho cunts think that fuckin’ way. I ain’t got time to fuckin’ watch that bitch.”
Well, at least, that was the truth. Resentment filtered into Knox and he folded his arms.
“I told Kendall the same thing,” Johnnie admitted.
“John Boy, I don’t have the fucking time to deal with Kendall bullshit,” Val said. “You know she’s doing that to make you feel sorry for her.”
Skepticism crossed Johnnie’s face. “She seemed truly frightened.”
Mortician looked at Outlaw. When the man’s face remained inscrutable, the enforcer addressed Johnnie again. “Give it two or three weeks, Johnnie. If Kendall still feel that way, then I’ll drag Val to her place myself.”
Ignoring Mortician’s words, Johnnie stared at Outlaw, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. Then, Outlaw narrowed his, and Johnnie flushed, and looked away.
“You still not divorcing Kendall?” Val grouched.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Johnnie admitted. “I did promise her that I’d bring Val over.”
“Unpromise her,” Val ordered. “I’m not in the mood to do that bitch no favors.”
“She’s still my wife!” Johnnie bit out. “She’s still family. You’re required to do for her what you’d do for the others.”
“I’m not required to do a fucking thing for Kendall,” Val said, switching places with Mortician. “She don’t like me. She don’t like Zoann. And she never been nice to either of us. She don’t consider me family and I return the fucking favor.”
“Can you blame her for the way she feels? Zoann has always been a bitch to her.”
Val glared at Johnnie. “It takes a bitch to know one, Mr. Bitch.”
“Fuck you,” Johnnie snapped.
“Fuck all you motherfuckers,” Outlaw broke in, then knocked Val on the side of his head. “That’s for callin’ Megan a bitch.” He hit him again. “That’s for bein’ too fuckin’ stupid to fuckin’ realize your fuckin’ ass singled my woman the fuck out.” Another hit.
