Page 49 of Remorseless
“I don’t want to see your miserable face, Digger,” Meggie snarled. She turned to Christopher. “As faryou, I’m sleeping in Rebel’s room. I expect Easton to still be alivetomorrow.”
“How the fuck’s that’s fair when you ordered Torie killed?” Johnnie sneered.
A buzzing started in Meggie’s head. She stared at Johnnie, a part of her not believing he’d blurted that information in front of a stranger. On the other hand, this wasJohnnie. All the intelligence she believed he had was only a smokescreen. A brick had more brains.
Sanity returned to Christopher, too. His gun disappeared and his façade of civility returned. “Don’t know what the fuck you mean, Johnnie. Megan don’t know a fuckin’ Torie.”
Meggie glared at Johnnie. “Neither does Christopher.”
“My mistake,” he responded.
Christopher wrapped an arm around Meggie’s waist and kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered.
Meggie nodded curtly.
Releasing her, Christopher sighed. “Reb, I’m thinkin’ about gettin’ another fixer upper. You interested in workin’ on it with me?”
Rebel considered Easton, then looked at Meggie, and finally at her daddy. “Can I ask you something, Momma?”
“Whatever you need to know, love.”
“How do you handle all the women? How can Daddy ever know what it feels like if you pass up your chance to show him?”
“Your ma ain’t got to do a long, drawn out thing, Rebel,” Christopher barked. “This shit enough for my ass.”
He sounded like he was on the verge of unhinging again. This time, instead of kicking a chair, he’d leave a body. He didn’t handle jealousy well, so she’d have to think long and hard if she decidedto hire Easton. There’d been enough blood and death the last few months.
Peace was long overdue.
Chapter Nine
Easton Fucking Love hightailed his ass out the club not long after Meggie and Rebel left. Motherfucker knew his fucking life was in grave danger. Ten minutes after that disrespectful assfuck departed, Christopher was still so fucking mad, he wanted to find that motherfucker and cut his cock off before or after carving out his fucking eyeballs. It just depended if that motherfucker smirked or not. Christopherpreferredthat assfuck watching as he lost the dick he wanted to use on Megan. He couldn’t have everything, though.
Balling his hands into fists to keep from smashing something, Christopher growled. CJ, Diesel, and the other boys glanced at him and nodded, his fury permitting their annoyance to grow.
“I’ve never heard Momgigglefor anyone but you,” CJ grouched.
Pangs of hunger hit Christopher so hard he felt lightheaded. He squinted, ignoring his growling stomach, and sniffed the air.
“Wait a fuckin’ minute. Megan ain’t cooked?” His stomach growled again. “She texted me and said she was cookin’ braised ribs.” Other shit, too. He just couldn’t remember. Once he saw red meat on her menu, he didn’t give a fuck about much else. He glanced around at the crowd, much bigger since he’d arrived. “And she texted the brothers then decided to fuckin’ jet?”
Another crime against Easton Love or whatever the fuck his name was.
When Christopher received her text, he’d been looking forward to an evening at the club, enjoying a meal Megan cooked for the brothers. “You got her message, too, huh, Mort?”
He nodded. “Yeah, Prez, but I came because you invited me to have a beer. I have other plans for dinner.”
“With who—?” Digger started.
Christopher’s stomach growled again. He hadn’t eaten in fucking hours. “I’m fuckin’ hungry!”
No, he was pissed. And so fucking jealous, he could barely see straight.
Axel’s little shoulders sagged. “I’m hungry too, Dad. Talk to your woman. She’s supposed to feed us.”
Christophercould feel that way, but his sons couldn’t. No fucking body else could. Megan wasn’t put on this fucking earth to servethosemotherfuckers. He grunted, his empty stomach souring. “You can learn to cook, boy.”
“Doyouknow how to cook, Dad?” Axel asked in exasperation.
