Page 55 of Misrule
“Youain’ther. Megan special. One of a fuckin’ kind, and I love the fuck outta her. Ain’t a bitch alive can change that or take me from her. I don’t give a fuck if you was her twin.”
She scowled. Her blue eyes were darker, duller, than Megan’s. Everything about his girl sparkled. Her eyes, her face. Her soul. Emily, on the other hand…he ignored the warning bells going off in his head.
She was a fucking means to an end. He’d do any-fucking-thing to get back at Kendall.
Emily tapped her finger against her cheek. “I take it you wouldn’t want Johnnie—or Megan—to know about your role in my relationship with him?”
Christopher snapped his brows together. Setting his arms on the table, he leaned forward. “I ain’t one to fuck over,” he warned in a deadly voice. Bitch either believe him. Or fucking not. “I fuckin’ had it up to my fuckin’ eyes with schemin’ psycho fuckin’ bitches. You onmydime, you do shitmyfuckin’ way. Take my fuckin’ money and fuck over me, I’m shootin’ the fuck outta you.Especially where Megan concerned. Under-fuckin-stand?”
Swallowing, she nodded quickly.
He got to his feet and pulled a wad of cash from his cut, tossing it on the table in front of her. “Knox gonna be in touch to give you fuckin’ instructions. That money for a new wardrobe to impress John Boy. And, Emily, don’teverfuckin’ try to play me a-fuckin-gain like you did when I mentioned fuckin’ clothes.”
She blinked. “I didn’t—”
Christopher held up his hand. “Yes, the fuck your ass did. I saw your fuckin’ look when I told your ass to wear a certain fuckin’ type of clothes.”
Again, guilt crossed her face.
Glaring at her, Christopher walked away. Maybe, he should call this shit off. His fucking gut told him that Emily was a worse fucking bitch than Kendall ever was. At least with psycho, he knew what the fuck he was getting.
Besides, if, by some fucking twist of fucking fate, a relationship between Emily and Johnnie really did grow, just what the fuck would he say to Megan? By then, it wouldn’t be a fucking secret who Emily was.
He weighed his options. Weighed his plans. Early on, he’d need to introduce Megan to Emily…But the planning for Roxy and Bailey’s ceremony would keep all the girls busy and distracted.
Emily could be eased in as Johnnie’s new old lady, and not a motherfucker would fucking know how the fuck Christopher manipulated shit.
Fuck it. He wouldn’t second guess himself. The plan was already in motion. Shit would be fine. As long as Emily kept to the script, not a fucking thing could go wrong.
Chapter Fifteen
“Are you sure you’re fine with the colors?” Roxy asked, looking closely at Bailey as they sat in a private room in an exclusive little boutique Mortician had found for them. Knox and Mortician, along with Grant, were on the other side of the building, where grooms-to-be shopped for their wedding apparel. “I know you wanted gold and white.”
“Scarlet and white are lovely colors, Momma,” Bailey said with reassurance.
“Black tuxes for the men?” she pressed, feeling as if Bailey was hiding something from her. “With red tie and cummerbund or red vests?”
“Tie and cummerbund,” Bailey answered. “Now that I think on it, I prefer the scarlet instead of the gold. I think it’ll look better on the men.”
“Is there anything you need, Ms. Doucette? Mrs. Banks?” The proprietress interrupted.
The overabundance of fawning irked Roxy. “We’re buying shit from you, okay?” she snapped. “Stop coming in to kiss my fucking ass to get business.”
The woman blinked, but nodded.
“Er, Mrs. Whittlestone, my mother is under a lot of stress,” Bailey said with her usual diplomacy. “We were just about to call you.” She opened her sketch book, comprised of exclusive offerings. “I’m really thinking of this one. Should I go with it or not?”
Mrs. Whittlestone’s eyes widened. “Oh. Oh! Y-yes, of course, my dear. Y-yes. Anything…anything you want.” Both awe and gratitude resounded in her words.
“Look, lady.” Roxy felt like a bitch for snapping at the older woman. “I didn’t mean to go off on you. You coming in here every ten minutes worked my last fucking nerve. That’s all. But I’m so glad Mortician brought us here.”
Gracious, the woman smiled. “I will get out of your hair. If you need me, just holler.”
“Won’t have to,” Roxy mumbled as the lady left them alone again. “I’m sure your fucking ass will be right outside the door.”
“Momma!” Bailey said around a giggle. “You nearly shocked the shoes off the poor woman.”
Roxy sighed. “I know. I need to watch what I say.”
