Page 109 of Restless
“Fuck, I know what the fuck it is, Megan.”
“This is Johnnie’s MO. Let Mortician hang up so we can talk privately.”
“No.” The word fell like chips of glass. “I ain’t exactly knowin’ who the fuck Mort letting listen to your private fuckin’ conversation because he answered your fuckin’ call in the middle of the fuckin’ night. Derbymightbe listenin’. Digger definitely is—”
“It’s o-only M-Mort and me, and you’re allowing our private conversation to be heard.”
“Ain’t fuckin’ private, Megan. This a fuckin’ continuation of the one you was havin’ with Mort and the other motherfuckers. Besides, you a lyin’ lil’ motherfucker. Your stutterin’ give you the fuck away.”
“Oh my God,” Meggie groaned dramatically.
Mort grinned, along with the others, including Digger and Derby.
“Can I just say you have top tier logic?” she said sweetly.
“Thank you, baby, but I ain’t fallin’ for your tactics. Motherfuckers still dyin’. You sick. They need to take care of you, not stress you out.”
“You’restressing me out.”
“Oh fuckin’ well. In the long run, you gonna be happier. No assfucks to fuck over you and hurt your feelings. It’s my fuckin’ job to keep you safe. If I gotta upset you to do it, Ima make it up to you cuz I only want what’s best for you.”
Goddamn.
“Christopher, they are your friends. I asked Stretch not to tell you because I didn’t want Gypsy to find out what I was doing. I got the idea because she didn’t believe Derby. The idiot refused to show her the paternity results.”
Surprisingly, Derby had no reaction to Meggie’s label.
“The motherfucker probably wanted her to trust him by word alone.”
“I agree,” Meggie said glumly. “She asked me if I would believe him.”
“We all know that fuckin’ answer. Bitch just wasted her fuckin’ breath.”
“I told her whenever she confronted Derby with concrete proof about his cheating, he always confessed. I didn’t think he’d lie about the baby. If it was his, he would’ve told her. He’s hurt her so many times, but she’s so unhappy without him, Christopher. I’m so sorry for tapping Stretch, but I didn’t know what else to do. Derby likes me about as much as I like him.”
“What the fuck you mean? Motherfucker likeyou. He just annoyed at you interferin’.”
“If you say so.”
“Look me in the fuckin’ eye and tell me he like you.”
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“Cuz he either like you or the motherfucker lyin’ and playin’ my ass.”
“Do you just want to kill someone?” she cried. “What is wrong with you?”
“A fuckin’ lot, baby.”
“Can I let Mort go? He’s at a poker game. The one you should’ve gone to.”
“I bought in six weeks ago, Megan. If you was home, I would’ve gone.”
“Would you give me my phone?”
“Not ready to hang up.”
“If you just promise me you won’t kill Mortician, Digger, Dez, and Derby, I won’t ask for the phone again.”
