Page 239 of Misrule
His task done, Johnnie took Emily’s phone from where it had fallen. He’d bring it to Stretch so they could find the messages Kendall spoke of. After collecting the spent shell casings, Johnnie walked out of the apartment and closed the half-broken door behind him. He made it back to his SUV, started the engine, and backed out of his spot.
A popular song started playing on the radio. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, Johnnie whistled, and headed back to the hospital to be at Kendall’s side.
Hands shoved into his pockets, Christopher stared at Axel as he lay in the omnibed, a combination incubator and radiant warmer that helped his frail, little body stay alive, along with all types of tubes, drips, and monitors. He wasn’t allowed to hold his son and the baby had a host of medical problems, yet he was a micro-preemie, too small and fragile to undergo any procedures.
His boy might have lifelong complications all because Christopher wanted Megan pregnant. Yeah, she’d gotten filled with his kid before his dick snip flip, but, maybe, the results would’ve been the same even if it had been afterwards.
There’d been a reason he’d gotten the fucking snip in the first fucking place. He hadn’t been able to rest because he’d grown more and more concerned each time she got pregnant. Then he’d had the bright goddamn idea to change his fucking mind.
His girl and his kid was paying for it.
Johnnie was suffering too because of Christopher. He shouldn’t have played the games he had with Kendall. He shouldn’t have rewarded her with a house or a law firm or anything. He should’ve fucking made her disappear and been done with it. Then, he wouldn’t have had to hear Johnnie’s screams of grief. He wouldn’t have felt a smidgeon of guilt. Not for Kendall but for Johnnie.
And Axel.
And Megan.
All for Christopher’s sins.
“Prez?”
A moment after Slipper called him, the scent of the man hit his nose. It was fucking funny that he hadn’t paid attention to the motherfucker’s smell the past two days. Now, though, the rancid fuckhead had the odor of skunk pussy. Bear dick. Fish ass. Some un-fucking-fathomable aroma that made Christopher want to punch the fuck out of Slipper.
“Ima go back to my girl room,” he growled. “Stay the fuck away from her, Slipper. I ain’t wantin’ you to smother Megan from your goddamn stink.”
Slipper’s bloodshot eyes lit up. “Meggie wake?”
“No.”
“Oh.” Slipper drew his bushy brows together. “You want me to go take a shower before I tell you about Krag?”
“My fuckin’ nose would really fuckin’ appreciate that shit, but since I wanna know why the fuck this motherfucker ain’t got his ass up here yet, Ima fuckin’ give you a pass. Just remember to wash your fuckin’ ass when you get home.”
Slipper nodded. “You got it, Prez.”
“Talk, motherfucker.”
“Me and my boy, Orange, was wondering the same thing. Krag and those boys Meggie’s guards. They need to be here. We decided to investigate. We went to the club and found those motherfuckers there. At the fucking bar, Prez.”
Christopher grunted. “I guess Ima give the motherfuckers a pass this time. They was probably drinkin’ to get over them bein’ so upset about Megan.”
“No, Outlaw,” Slipper said with a shake of his head. “They was laughing at the way she’d gone into seizures. They was saying they hoped she died, so they wouldn’t have to bitch sit her anymore. They said they didn’t know what had gotten into you, giving them the duties to guard your cumbag.”
Christopher stared at Slipper, the rage suffusing him making sweat pop out.
“Where them motherfuckers at now?”
Slipper shrugged.
Drawing in a deep breath to control his anger, Christopher gazed through the window at Axel again. He needed to check on Megan, then he’d deal with those almost-dead motherfuckers.
“Don’t say nothin’ to them, Slipper,” Outlaw instructed. “Ima handle it.”
“The way they was talking about Meggie was such a shame.”
Gritting his teeth, Christopher raised his head. “Yeah, it fuckin’ was. Thank you for comin’ to me about this.”
“We like Meggie.”
