Page 61 of Misrule
“Danicka found the man of her dreams in Boy,” Mr. Whittlestone inserted.
Mortician smiled and held out his hand to the old man, who shook it eagerly. “We think he a good dude, too.”
Knox had a very good idea who was included in theweMortician referred to. The guys at the club, mostly especially Outlaw.
At this very moment, the man was having lunch with Emily Riser. That not only threatened to ruin Knox’s wedding day but his entire relationship with Roxanne. He prayed they’d pull this off, get rid of Kendall and continue on with their lives as if the woman had never existed.
Chapter Sixteen
“MegAnn say we going to see Mickey Mouse,” CJ admitted, leading Christopher into through the pencil-shaped, staggered fence, painted in primary colors. “I want to see that lil’ fuckin’ rat.”
Christopher hid a grin, but he knew he couldn’t let his boy’s language slide. “Son, it ain’t…it’s notlil’ fuckin’ rat. It’slittle fuck-INGrat. Hear, boy?”
“Yeah…yes,‘Law. I hear.”
“Motherfuckers think you ain’t got no fuckin’ sense when you talk the fuckin’ way my ass do.”
CJ stopped and looked up at Christopher. “You got sense!”
“Yeah, I got…” He blew out a frustrated breath. “I fuckin’ meanI havesense. You do, too, boy. Don’t let no motherfucker ever tell you no different.”
“’Kay, ‘Law.”
“You gonna get a good education. Be a doctor or some shit.”
“No, I not. I gonna be a biker.Prez. Like you.”
Christopher crouched down and smiled. “Listen up, boy, you be what-the-fuck-ever you wanna be. I ain’t ever gonna stop lovin’ you and bein’ proud you mine. You wanna be a biker, a wizard, a lawyer, a fuckin’ badge, a goddamngenie, Ima be right the fuck in your corner.”
CJ gave his exaggerated nod.
“My ass just askin’ you try to talk better than me. You ain’t got to sayI notandI gonna.”
“Ransom, him talk like that, and MegAnn clap for that bitch-ass baby, ‘Law. I still Mommie’s baby when I say it, too.”
“A bitch-ass baby a bitch-ass baby, CJ. If you callin’ Ransom that cuz he a lil’ kid, then you one as-fuckin-well.”
“Nah-uh!” CJ declared. “IMegAnn’s potato.Himjust a lil’ motherfucker. That’s what you call them, ‘Law.”
“I callyourlil’ ass that, too, boy,” Christopher reminded him.
CJ scrunched his face up in a scowl so similar to Christopher’s, he stopped short of puffing his chest out in pride. “I not no bitch-ass babyorlil’ motherfucker. I MegAnn potato. Case-fuckin-closed, ‘Law.”
“I ain’t gonna stop callin’ you no lil’ motherfucker cuz that’s my special fuckin’ name for you lil’ motherfuckers. But we can both fuckin’ agree you Megan potato.” He held out his hand. “Shake on it?”
Nodding, CJ placed his chubby little hand in Christopher’s and shook.
“Can we keep going to the treehouse?”
Christopher stood. “Ain’t that’s why we out here?”
“Uh-huh.” Starting forward again, CJ resumed his conversation. “When we goin’ to see that lil’ rat.”
“Mickey a mouse.”
“I know,” CJ said in exasperation. “MegAnn told me.Youcall him a rat.”
“Okay, son,” Christopher said on a sigh. “You got my ass.”
