Page 187 of Remorseless
“We’re so sorry, Meggie,” Narci said, truly regretful for the first time since he’d appeared. “Talk to Prez. On our behalf and on the behalf of…of…”
“The world,” Torrin added.
Meggie rolled her eyes. “Overdramatic much?”
“You like thinking about Prez killing all these motherfuckers, Meggie girl?”
She shook her head.
“The motherfuckers responsible for CJ’s overdose dead,” Mortician continued. Sighing, he returned his gun to the holster at his side, walked to her and tipped her chin up. “I know we all been shady motherfuckers lately and we hurt you a lot, but Outlaw was so feared because he don’t hesitate to pull the fucking trigger.Yougave him a conscience. You don’t think he not making up for lost time?”
She clenched her jaw.
“All right, baby,” Mortician said bleakly, dropping his hand away. “If you want those motherfuckers who wronged you iced, then I’ll call Prez.” He cleared his throat and gave her a sad smile. “But that mean Digger too, and maybe, even Bailey.”
Johnnie, too, which would devastate his wife and children.
“I’ll tell him to stop,” she whispered.
Once again, the sound of Harley pipes halted conversation. She, along with everyone else, turned. It didn’t surprise her to see Christopher roaring their way, helmetless, a beautiful speed demon on an exquisite machine.
She ignored the collective groans and didn’t pay attention to Johnnie angling himself in front of Easton. Christopher dismounting and storming to her captivated her.
Until he reached her.
He grabbed her and shook her. “What the fuck, Megan?” he snarled. “Sneakin’ here to pitch pussy at Easton fuckin’ Love? Of all the fuckin’ places? You had to twist the fuckin’ knife deep as possible and couldn’t even get a motel to get your revenge.” He shook her again.
Meggie had had enough. Because of his jealousy, Christopher had inadvertently played right into the rumors circulating about her.
She managed to get her bearings, stood on her tiptoes, balled her fist, and connected with his jaw. Then, she shoved him, catching him when he was still reeling from her punch, and knocking him off his feet. She sprung on him and rained blows on his head and jaw. Somehow, he gripped her wrists.
She bounced on his stomach.
“Oomph,” he gasped, though he didn’t release her.
Leaning forward, she bit his chin.
“Ouch, you little pain-in-the-ass motherfucker.”
She punched him again. “You big jerk. I haven’t slept with anyone. I didn’t think about sleeping with anyone.”
“The fuck you ain’t! Don’t think I don’t see this motherfucker hidin’ behind Johnnie. Obviously, Mort and John Boy smoked you out.”
“Stop judging me by what you do,” she yelled, prevented from smacking him because he clamped his fingers around herwrists again.
“I ain’t done nothin’,” he growled.
“Neither have I!” Meggie snarled. “I especially haven’t been unfaithful.”
“Ain’t carin’ if you were. I’d just hold you prisoner until you didn’t want to cheat. That motherfucker? He’s fuckin’ dead.”
“You’re insane, Christopher.”
He loosened his hold on her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and stood. She squeaked. Once he was on his feet, he set her on hers.
He thrusted his chin toward Potter, Narci, Bishop, and Torrin. “What the fuck these motherfuckers here for?”
“They’re the reasonI’mhere,” she said. “Didn’t you see them?”
