Page 99 of Restless
“Megan expect me to be a good father. If she asked me for the moon, I’m gonna find a way to get it for her.”
“You seem so alone.”
“Not alone. Broken. Until my wife’s better and at home, half of me missing.”
Licking her lips, she nodded. “That’s a beautiful sentiment.”
“It’s how the fuck I feel. Megan—”
Butterfly Kissesstarted, Rebel’s ringtone. Jo jerked, so Christopher didn’t waste time answering his phone.
“Daddy?”
She sounded wide the fuck awake.
He turned from Torie and walked to the window, staring at the deserted hallway. “You can’t sleep, baby?”
“I have something to tell you.”
Not liking her ominous tone, Christopher straightened. “Talk.”
“Have you talked to Uncle Mort?”
A couple of times since the motherfucker helped drug him. “Why?” There was a fucking reason she asked that question.
“It’s a yes or no question, Daddy,” she said with impatience.
“I know exactly what the fuck it is, Rebel. Until you tell my ass why the fuck you want to know if I talked to Mort, I ain’t answerin’.”
She sniffed.
“It’s after two in the fuckin’ mornin’, baby. I don’t feel like playin’ twenty fuckin’ questions.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay—”
“I’m not apologizing for the reason you think I am. I’m apologizing because I have another question. No, at least two more.”
“Reb—”
“How old do I have to be to kill one of my uncles?”
“What the fuck you asked…you wanna kill Mort?”
“Nope. I love Uncle Mort. I want to kill Uncle Johnnie. I need you permission.”
Christopher squinted, a buzzing starting in his head. Rebel’s question coinciding with Megan’s sudden insistence that Johnnie was creeping around wasn’t a fucking accident.
“You ain’t got the motherfucker, Rebel,” he snapped. He wouldn’t allow his girl to murder a motherfucker thatChristopherneeded to fuck up. “He’s your uncle and an adult.”
“He’s a fuckhead, Daddy. Your sons might buy into the bullshit that all adults need respect. I don’t. If a motherfucker doesn’t respect me, then fuck them.”
He was too exhausted to chastise her.
“Is there a back stairwell at the hospital?”
Christopher snapped his brows together.
