Page 114 of Restless
“Megan, CJ and Harley just friends. He paid a mint for some expensive fuckin’ ring and she said she didn’t want to go steady. The hardest part of growin’ up is learnin’ to lie in the fuckin’ beds we made. Besides, if she don’t have absolute trust in him, they’ll never be happy.”
“Bailey was really upset when she called me. I don’t appreciate her blaming CJ for her argument with Mortician. She said she has pictures showing CJ and Molly together.”
“So Bailey really did call you?”
“Yes, she did.”
“And woke you up? Or was that Brooks?”
“You won’t let us hang up because you’re conducting psychological torture,” Meggie accused, her voice weaker. “You know they are on the edge of their seats.”
“Answer the fuckin’ question.”
“It was Bailey, Christopher. She’s upset because Mortician hasn’t come home.”
“Thenhethe motherfucker she should’ve called,” Outlaw barked. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed she or Harley hasn’toncevisited you. Now, she’s callin’ you with bullshit in the middle of the fuckin’ night.”
“It’s important to her.”
“Did she say she miss Mort? Or she’s worried that he’s steppin’ out on her? Did she say anyfuckinthing about adult shit? Gypsy might be a whiny bitch, but at fuckin’ least she come to you about her marriage.”
When Meggie didn’t answer, Mort’s heart sank. After all, Outlaw was right.
“Uh, Baileymight’vementioned something about…about, um, how much she misses Mortician.”
“You’re not only a lyin’ lil motherfucker but you terrible at being a lyin’ lil’ motherfucker.”
“It’s okay, Meggie,” Mort said. “I already know the answer.”
“Talk to your woman, Mortician.”
“I will, Prez.”
“It isn’t as if you can do Bailey anything, Christopher,” Meggie complained.
“I can’t, but Roxanne can. If Bailey is losin’ her fuckin’ mind, leave you the fuck alone or else I’m gonna have Roxanne help her to find that motherfucker. Hear me?”
“Clearly,” Meggie said.
“You, Mort?”
“Yeah, Prez.”
“Good. I’m callin’ that nurse bitch for you, Megan.”
“No, please, call Brooks—”
“I’ll talk…Mort, look into what Megan talkin’ about. Call Brooks. Don’t let him know I know.”
“Christopher, the club needsyou. No offense, Mortician.”
“None taken, Meggie.” She was right.
“Unless Mortician is made Vice-President, Johnnie can veto anything he decides.”
“I’m not askin’ Mort to make a fuckin’ decision, Megan. I’m askin’ him to get information. Hey, Mort, Megan gotta rest. She not lookin’ too good. Call Brooks and let me know.”
The line disconnected just as the door opened and Mouse walked in, arm around Pepper’s waist.
