Page 102 of Restless
“CJ was nowhere, not even near your house, when those words came out ofHarley’smouth.”
“Meggie—”
She sniffled. “Don’t Meggie me, Mortician. Johnnie creeps in and out of my room just when Christopher leaves. Ryder, Ransom, and Axel are out of control. Christopher is a zombie. Kendall is hysterical. CJ hasn’t been to school in days. I refuse,refuse, to add Harley’s bad behavior and Bailey’s acceptance of it, to that list.”
“Not much you can do from a hospital bed, girl.”
Digger’s words revealed Mort had Meggie on speakerphone.
“I can tell Christopher Bailey called me in the middle of the night because your brother isn’t home,” she said evenly. “Not to mention her making me believe CJ had died!”
Digger swallowed, while Mort was shocked into silence.
No one wanted Outlaw involved. True, he wasn’t himself and might not do a fucking thingat the moment. When shit returned to normal though?
“Meggie, don’t disturb Prez with this,” Mort said, glaring at his big-mouthed brother.
“Tomorrow, I’m telling my doctor I want to be released,” Meggie announced, not revealing whether she’d keep shit to herself. “I’ll be away from Johnnie in my own house,andwe can get some normalcy back.”
“Don’t leave the hospital before it’s time,” Mortician said. “It won’t help if you relapse and end up back there.”
“Yeah, girl, that’ll fuck Outlaw up more than this shit already did,” Digger told her.
Mortician scowled at his brother, wanting him to shut the fuck up. His commentary wasn’t helping.
“Everything is stable,” she said. “I can continue healing from the surgery at home.”
“Stay in the fucking hospital, Meggie,” Digger said harshly. “You’ve fucked Prez up enough. He never been the same since you got kidnapped.”
“As if that wasmyfault,” she said.
“Wasn’t it? You so fucking busy. If you hadn’t wanted that fucking Valentine’s Day Ball, your ass wouldn’t have got taken by Mystic and thrown in the fucking hole. At one time,myprez would’ve told any motherfucker that didn’t agree with what he wanted to do to fuck off. Now, he all about goddamn peace. He don’t even fucking fight when Johnnie open his fucking mouth and put it to the vote.”
“Digger, if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m not saying anything if Meggie tell Prez what the fuck you’re saying,” Mortician warned. He hated that almost everything was the truth. Still, Meggie was dealing with enough and Digger didn’t have the best delivery.
“Don’t have nothing to say to that, huh, Meggie?” Digger spat.
Mortician wanted to wipe away Derby’s smugness.
“Are you finished?” Meggie asked dismally.
“Does it matter? Prez still fucked up in the head,” Digger said crossly. “He half-assing at the club, leaving the Scorched Devils hanging in the balance.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Get better,” Digger replied. “Stay better. Don’t get fucking kidnapped.”
“That was almost eleven years ago, Digger—”
“And yet it fucking haunts him tothis motherfucking day, Meggie. Now we have to add another pregnancy where you just fucking collapsed. I thought you had the fucking sense tonotget pregnant after what happened with Axel. Tell Prez to stay off you if you can’t remember your fucking birth control.”
“Why don’tyoutell him?” she asked. “Let’s see how that works out for you, then we can talk.”
Digger glowered. “Very fucking funny. I wouldn’t be alivetotalk.”
“It must not matter to you since you have more than enough to say to me now. I can’t make a baby on my own—”
“Exactly my fucking point, girl.”
