Page 77 of Misrule
“Mark is in one of the warehouses, overseeing the packaging of merchandise,” Bunny added.
Speed dialing his number again, Meggie’s heart sank when she got the same result. “He has to be okay.”
“Nothing happened to him, baby,” Roxy said with the utmost confidence.
Meggie nodded. “Things happen so fast. One minute you’re driving along and the next minute you’re being surrounded by motorcycles and taken.”
“Aww, Meggie,” Roxy clucked. “I know you’re traumatized but Outlaw knows how to take care of himself. If he was really worried about something going down, he’d have us surrounded by guards.”
“He wants me to have guards,” Meggie confessed, “but I told him I need to be the way I once was. Running errands on my own. What kind of message would I send to CJ? How would Christopher ever get anything done if he got a report on every move I made?”
Roxy snorted. “To CJ, it would seem as if his momma wanted to stay alive. To Outlaw, he’d focusmore. Imagine how he must feel, all alone, knowing you’re out there where anything can happen? I’m surprised at how selfish you’re being.”
“Maybe not selfish,” Bailey amended quickly. “Just too overwhelmed to realize your life is different now. As Outlaw’s wife, you always have a target on your back.”
“Unless you wear a disguise,” Bunny suggested. “But then you’d have to drive different cars and change up your looks every so often. It isn’t worth it. I’m with Outlaw on this one.”
“We all are,” Roxy said sharply. “But it’s not up to us.”
“When I’d run errands on my own, I used it as me-time,” Meggie confessed.
“You had a lot of fucking me-time when you were chained up,” Roxy retorted. “I’d say you don’t need more for awhile.”
She hadn’t always had that much time to herself. At one time, it had been when she soaked in the bathtub and that had been fine to rejuvenate herself. She was sure it would be fine again. She was just adding to Christopher’s worries with her stubbornness and refusal to see his point of view.
Roxy was right. What had gotten into her? Didn’t that mean Mystic would’ve won, though? Christopher was strong and brave, and he needed her to be the same.
“I’ll talk to him,” she said. “Just as soon as I hear from him.”
“I’m tired, Bailey,” Roxy said around a yawn. “Why don’t we head back to the club?”
“Okay, Mama.”
Meggie didn’t say anything. She just hoped by the time they got back to Hortensia, Christopher would’ve turned up.
Chapter Twenty
Christopher grimaced as he slid into the passenger seat of Bailey’s Escalade. The anesthesia was wearing off, leaving his balls with a pain that extended down his cock.
“Prez, you good?” Mort asked after he slammed the passenger side door and got into the driver’s seat. He’d commandeered Bailey’s SUV to serve as Christopher’s chauffeur.
“No, motherfucker,” he growled. “I ain’t. And I gotta get my ass to-fuckin-gether before I see my girl.”
He’d been gone since early this morning. Between the surgery and the recovery time, he hadn’t spoken to her since that time, either.
Drawing in a deep breath, Mort started the ignition. “Meggie girl gonna know something wrong, Outlaw. You walking like you got sausages stuck up your ass. You stepping like you about to break out in a scene from the Nutcracker. You ever saw that ballet? The most boring shit ever. I went to sleep and Bailey didn’t disturb me neither. The best sleep I ever had in a public place. Drool was running down my chin and shit. That should’ve taught Bailey not to bring me to a boring ass ballet. I guess she didn’t learn her lesson. We going see something else in a couple of weeks. About the time it’ll take you to get back to yourself. I have to hear the shit you telling Meggie for her to believe your cute little walk not related to your cock.”
“Whatever, motherfucker,” Christopher grumbled, Mortician’s voice echoing through his head like a menace in a dark tunnel. His pain was grouching him out. He pushed the seat into a reclining position and closed his eyes. “Shut the fuck up, so I can get some fuckin’ rest.”
“Guess I better leave you alone.”
One of Christopher’s eyes popped open. “I guess the fuck you better. Talk to me when my cock ain’t feelin’ like it got weights attached to that motherfucker that’s dragging it on the fucking ground.”
Mort backed out of the space and went to the parking lot exit. “Damn, prez. Now, normally, I don’t comment on another motherfucker dick, but I can’t let this shit slide. Prez, bruh, I saw your cock in all states. Fuck, more than I want to see the motherfucker and I don’t give a fuck how you might want to dispute me, your shit not big enough that weights’ll make him drag the ground.”
“Shut the fuck up, Mortician,” Christopher snapped, glaring at his friend and folding his arms. “I ain’t gettin’ into no dick-sizin’ conversation with you. Wasn’t even re-fuckin-ferring to the size of my big cock. The motherfuckerhurt. It hurt so bad, it got the crack of my ass burnin’.”
Finally easing into the traffic, Mort shook his head. “I hope your ball reversal worth it.”
