Page 63 of Misrule
Do I? Ain’t lied when I told your ass I got another fucking plan.
He didn’t at the moment, but she didn’t need to know that. He’d motherfucking come up with one, though. Or, maybe, he did.
Your fucking ass acting just like Kendall, trying to get dick from me.
Me like Kendall? Never!
Prove it to me. Act like you got some goddamn sense in your fucking head and understand I ain’t fucking over my woman. You ain’t sent me fucking pictures for my approval. You sent me those motherfuckers for my cock. Don’t give a fuck how the fuck you look. Don’t give a fuck what the fuck you is or ain’t wearing. You ain’t my Megan, so you ain’t even a blip on my fucking radar. What the fuck don’t you two bitches understand about that? I. LOVE. MY. FUCKING. WOMAN.
Goddamn it, but he was sick of having to tell bitches that. Couldn’t they fucking respect the bounds of matrimony? It wasn’t only Kendall and Emily, either. Random bitches who came to the club; bitches he met when he had to go on runs; bitches he ran across when he was fucking out and about.
Am I really acting like Kendall?
You acting worse than her. YOU the one that supposed to have sense.
From now on, I will respect your marriage vows and make sure you do, too.
Christopher sighed.
Babe, what the fuck you not understanding? It’s up to my ass to respect my fucking marriage vows. Nothing in this world more important to Megan, except my vows to her. If you fuck with that, I’m killing you.
He supposed it was time to get a new burner. He couldn’t threaten a bitch and have it traced back to him. Now, he’d had to think of a fucking reason to tell Megan he was getting a new throwaway number. It was as if it was his legitimate number. Still, Megan would ask questions.
I will behave. I promise.
He fucking doubted that, but what the fuck was he supposed to do? It was Kendall who had found this bitch, then told Johnnie, who opened his big fucking mouth and gave Christopher the idea. If she was still that fucking stuck on what the fuck Emily Riser did to her that she had to go searching for her, then Kendall would come unhinged if his plan worked. She was vulnerable to Emily.
“DAD!”
CJ’s yell startled Christopher.
“I been calling you,” his boy said, a frown creasing his brow. “Why you using your phone so much for not MegAnn?”
Fuuuuuccccckkkkk. CJ would run and tell Megan if Christopher didn’t do something.
Shoving the phone away, he walked to where his son stood by the swing. CJ tipped his head back to glare at Christopher. In return, Christopher folded his arms.
“This business, boy. Business you ain’t able to tell your Ma about.” He hated Kendall a little more for the position he found himself in. He’d told his son to never hide anything from Megan. He sighed, then got down on one knee, settled his hands on his son’s shoulders and looked him in the eye. “I know you ain’t understandin’ why I’m askin’ you to hide somethin’ from your Ma when my ass been tellin’ you your entire fuckin’ life to never lie to her. But this…this…your Ma wouldn’t like it.”
CJ studied him. “’Law get in trouble with MegAnn?”
To say the fucking least. Christopher nodded. “This…just keep your fuckin’ mouth shut. You ain’t able to ever fuckin’ tell her I was on the fuckin’ phone to-fuckin-day.”
“Can we play video games longer in the treehouse?”
“Wait a fuckin’ minute. You fuckin’ bribin’ my fuckin’ ass, tellin’ me if we play video games for fuckin’ longer you keepin’ your mouth shut?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What the fuck?” Christopher growled. “You ain’t even six yet and you gettin’ the drop on me?”
Not answering, CJ blinked at him.
“Fuck, fine.” He dropped his hands from his son’s shoulders, then glowered at him. “But if you end up tellin’ your Ma anyway, Ima spank youandtake your fuckin’ video games away for a goddamn week.”
Water filled CJ’s eyes and his lower lip trembled. “’Law mean.”
No, what‘Lawwas, was fucked. “I ain’t bein’ mean, son. You ain’t blackmailin’ a motherfucker then goin’ back on your goddamn word. That shit get you fucked upquick. And if you ain’t grounded for it, then you beat the fuck up and put in a body cast, then motherfuckers ain’t ever trustin’ you a-fuckin-gain.”
