Page 43 of Remorseless
Diesel reeled back; D. Elliot gaped.
“Listen up, motherfucker. Youeverfuck a bitch whose husband we know, I’m gonna step the fuck out the way if he want to cut your fuckin’ cock off.”
Torie had been Megan’s enemy in a different way than the club girls. That was regular bitch shit. This had been marriage ending fucked up shit.
Christopher glared at D. Elliot. “You scared of Diesel? Ain’t takin’ that the fuck away from you, but whenmy assgive you a fuckin’ order, you follow what the fuck I say.”
He punched that motherfucker, then watched him grab his jaw, and stumble back. “Lunch canceled, Diesel.”
He hadn’t planned on the announcement in such a way, but oh-fucking-well.
Chapter Eight
Christopher’s full schedule started early this morning with a visit to D. Elliot. Afterwards, Meggie knew Christopher was meeting Derby, the president of the Burning Hounds, a Dweller support club, and Dez, president of the Scorched Devils, a club in need of protection. In high spirits for the first time in weeks, Meggie headed to the club after visiting Jo and stopping at the grocery store. She wanted to surprise the guys with a meal.
Once the guys unloaded her car, Meggie didn’t bother going home to drop off her purse, change out of her stilettos or to grab her Property of Outlaw cut. Inside the clubhouse, she nodded to Dementor, Bedhead, Exorcist, Potter, Narci, and Torrin, went to Christopher’s office, put her purse in his desk drawer, and set her stilettos on the sofa. She’d forgotten to buy a new pair of flip flops for times like these, so she had no choice but to walk around in her bare feet.
She’d had a wonderful weekend with her family—her husband—and she was feeling a little more herself. Once the bikers saw the old Meggie, they’d back off with their taunts, sexual demands, and come-ons. They were lucky Christopher’s focus remained onher.Otherwise, he’d catch a whiff of their shenanigans and all hell would break lose.
He’d kill most of the younger members, and some of the older ones, for their disrespect toward her. It wouldn’t matter thathe’dinadvertently created the situation.
Neither here or there. Life was good again. Things would be fine.
Tomorrow, she’d host their first family get-together since November. It wouldn’t be elaborate, but everything was finally falling back into place.
They still needed to find Molly and get to the bottom of those documents. Both situations were heavy burdens. Yet they would be fine. Meggie finally felt the strength to move forward nine weeks after her life fell apart.
At the gate, where Bishop was nearing the end of his gate duty shift, Meggie told him she needed help with all the groceries.
She didn’t have a lot of time; it was already almost two. Soon, the kids would be arriving from school and the bikers would begin trickling in. It was cloudy outside, so she didn’t expect a big crowd, which was fine with her since she’d purchased enough food for no more than fifty people, including her own family.
As she returned to the main room, she plaited her hair into a single braid. The hasty style wasn’t the neatest but that couldn’t be helped.
“What are you doing here, gorgeous?” Bedhead called lazily, still seated ona stool at the bar. Like Narci, he was a notorious flirt and partier. He also sounded a little too familiar for her comfort.
Instead of making a big deal about it, she ignored his tone. “I’m here to cook. I wanted to show how much I appreciate everything you all did for Christopher, my kids, and me, while I recovered.”
Dementor smirked at her. “I can think of a few other ways you can show your appreciation, Meggie.”
Hands on hips, she narrowed her eyes. “How? By telling Christopher you’re coming on to me and watching him cut you into tiny little pieces?”
A thump from behind careened her into a table. If it hadn’t been there to stop her forward motion, she would’ve sprawled onto the floor.
“Sorry, Meggie,” Nyx cooed.
Straightening, Meggie turned and met her vicious gaze.
“I didn’t see you.”
Meggie drew in a breath. She’d ignore every last idiot there. Their stupidity wasn’t worth the aggravation. Whatever was going on, she was almost certain, itstillhad to do with Torie. Even from her graves, that witch tormented her.
The opening door brought in Digger and Bishop. He might be a friendly face, but Digger certainly wasn’t. He was still angry with her for things she had absolutely no control over.
“Where Bunny?” Digger asked, stalking past her and heading to his seat at Christopher’s table. “Where I see you, I usually see her.”
“Gunner had a check-up,” Meggie said calmly. “Since she doesn’t like to cook for big crowds, she took him. I’m here to start dinner. Braised short ribs, mashed potatoes and gravy, carrots mixed with ham and onions and acorn squash stuffed with turkey sausage. For dessert, I have ice cream.”
He made a face at her. “Get me abeer.”
