Page 108 of Restless
“Serina was still pregnant.”
“Unless that bitch a fuckin’ elephant, she should’ve popped her kid out months ago.”
Meggie giggled. “She did.”
“So how you found out and when you found out?”
“Stretch helped me,” she mumbled. “And a week before Thanksgiving.”
“You had the club fuckin’ treasurer hack medical records, huh, baby?”
“DNA results.”
Derby grinned.
“So, let me get this fuckin’ straight? You been hatin’ on Derby for years because you know he a cheatin’ motherfucker? Nod if I’m right.”
“You’re right.”
“You know what the fuck nod mean?”
She sniffed.
“Gypsy been back and forth with the motherfucker for years.”
“Mostly back, though.”
“You convinced her to leave because that bitch was knocked up and she didn’t know who the father was.”
“Yes.”
“Gypsygone, and you decided to recruit one ofmyofficers to get information so Gypsy could go back?”
“Yep.”
“You not makin’ no fuckin’ sense, Megan. Furtherfuckinmore, Stretch should’ve asked me.”
“I forbade him to,” Meggie admitted.
“You not a motherfuckin’ club member, baby. Advisin’ Gypsy bitch shit. Recruitin’ one of my motherfuckers make it club business. Shit could’ve gotten bad if it turned out that cunt had Derby’s baby. Next time Gypsy boohoo to you, shut that bitch down.”
“She’s the old lady of the president of one of your support clubs. What do you want me to do? She comes to me andasksfor my advice.”
“Then, maybe, I need to killher. She puttin’ you in a bad position and, in turn, my club.”
Derby paled.
“The line is still open, Christopher,” Meggie said tiredly. “Can we hang up?”
“Nope. They need to know where the fuck to meet me so I can fuckin’ shoot them.”
“Why…er…w-why would they go if they know you intend to shoot them?”
“If they fuckin’ don’t, I’m torture them first.”
Just like now.
“Just like now!” Meggie echoed in outrage. “This is psychological torture, Christopher. That would be physical—”
