Page 230 of Misrule
“She’s always been so fragile. I knew…that’s why…I knew what I was doing. I-I…she’s like a Dresden Doll, beautiful to look at, seemingly sturdy, but undeniably delicate.”
That’s what Christopher had counted on. Seeing Johnnie’s heartache, though, gave him pause. Made him wish Kendall hadn’t been such a psycho cunt, who despised Megan and wanted to beat up CJ. His remorse was on Johnnie’s behalf. He loved the motherfucker, and hated to see him so devastated.
Christopher pulled him to the bed and shoved him onto it, then grabbed the whisky from his nightstand and handed it to him. Johnnie drank deeply, nearly finishing the bottle.
“Ima drive you to the fuckin’ hospital but you gotta stay fuckin’ calm. Hear me?”
Johnnie nodded.
“Lemme get my keys. Ima call Megan on the way to the fuckin’ hospital.”
“’Law!”
The crowd in the hallway muffled CJ’s little voice. He didn’t want his boy seeing Johnnie in such a condition, so he turned on his heel and walked out. The brothers separated to allow Christopher passage.
“’Law!” CJ wailed again, panic in his voice.
Reaching CJ, who stood sobbing near the bar, Christopher ran to him and lifted him into his arms.
“CJ—”
“Where MegAnn?” he asked around sniffles. “Diesel not home yet from work. We was scared.”
“What the fuck you mean Megan ain’t home? And Diesel not there? Where Bunny? Who was home with you, Rebel, and your brothers?”
“Me,” he cried.
“Son—” Christopher drew in a deep breath, then grabbed his phone and dialed Digger’s number.
“I’m here, Outlaw,” Digger said, walking in and carrying Rebel while holding Rule’s hand. Behind him, Bunny pushed Marcus and Ransom in a double stroller. Ryder was in a sling, attached to her.
“Where Megan?” Christopher demanded, taking Rebel into his arms when Digger handed her to him. With CJ on one side and his girl on the other, he walked to his table and set them on their feet. “Where the fuck my wife? Bunny, where the fuck Megan? Why the fuck you ain’t been with my kids?”
“Meggie didn’t come to the fitting,” Bunny answered.
All types of scenarios going through his head, Christopher sat and took Ryder into his arms when Bunny handed him over.
“We didn’t know what to do, Outlaw,” Bunny sniffled. “We were halfway home when Bailey called.”
“I told Zoann to drop Bunny off at the McDonald’s they was near,” Digger explained. “Zoann went to where Roxy and Bailey was.”
Before Christopher replied, the door opened and Megan walked in, pausing at the crowd of people.
“What’s happened?” she breathed, her eyes widening.
Fear, relief, and guilt combined within Christopher, creating a toxic brew that needed to escape.
“Where the fuck you been?”
She walked to the table, close enough for him to see how swollen her fingers had gotten again and how puffy her face was. “I need to talk to you, Christopher.”
“I ain’t told Krag and the other motherfuckers to follow you cuz you was supposed to be with Bailey, Bunny, Bitsy, Roxanne and the rest of them.”
She looked at her feet. “I need to talk to you,” she repeated.
Under the circumstances that just wasn’t good enough. She didn’t even seem to know that Kendall might be fucking dead.
“What the fuck wrong with you, Megan?” Christopher yelled, furious that she’d left the premises again without an escort. But, more than that, enraged that shit was spiraling so fucking far out of control. Besides, Karma was a motherfucking bitch. With Johnnie’s bitch fucking herself up because…well, fuck. Who the fuck knew why she’d over-fucking-dosed. It might not have had anything to do with Christopher’s schemes.
