Page 67 of Remiss
Christopher glared at the motherfucker.
“He framed Kaia because he doesn’t think he’s good enough for Rebel. Meggie found out.” Potter swallowed. “Don’t tell her I told you.”
If Fia was involved that meant Kaia was probably fucking her. Christopher doubted anyone would believe such a scenario without proofandhe’d taught Diesel to be thorough. Couldn’t frame a fuckhead without evidence to back it up.
“Where’s the fuckin’ video?”
Potter paled.
“Show menow.”
“We erased it,” Potter whispered. “Don’t tell Meggie you know. She’d be so mad.”
“She ain’t fuckin’ here to be mad,” Christopher spat, his heart squeezing because he had to say those fucking words. Hisnostrils flared. He’d heard her loud and clear that she expected that motherfucker to be alive when she returned.
If…
When…
Goddamn.
Drawing in a deep breath, he grabbed his chest, on the verge of collapsing and sobbing and begging anyone who’d listen to send her back to him.
If he’d had one inkling that she’deverleave him, he would’ve reined in his bullshit weeks ago. But he’d been so fucking smug, so confident, that Megan needed him too much to ever walk away.
A tremble went through him and he covered his face. Even knowing she was in Los Angeles, atMort’shouse…
He froze. Dropped his hands. Stared at Mortician.
“You know, Mort.”
“Know what, Prez?” Mort asked after a long pause. And, suddenly, Val didn’t look so fucking calm.
“You know where Megan at.” Christopher pointed to Val. “You fuckin’ do, too.”
“Leave your woman be, Outlaw,” Mort said, not denying the charge. “Let her figure this shit out. She got to work all her hurt and anger out in her head.”
“You helped her get away!”
“I didn’t. I swear.”
Christopher jumped to his feet. “I’m ridin’ out. I gotta see my Megan.”
Standing, Mortician hurried in front of him and blocked his path. “Prez, you not going to help shit if you go there.Stand down. Get your fucking head together for when she do come back so you can be the man she love.”
“Mort,” Christopher whispered. “I feel like I can’t fuckin’ breathe without Megan. My heart about to fuckin’ crumble. Please? I’ll do anyfuckinthing. Please?”
“Prez–”
“Excuse me? Are you Outlaw…you are,” a woman breathed. “Goddamn, if you don’t look just like Daddy.”
Christopher blinked, his attention drawn to a tall, black-haired, green-eyed bitch, who also resembled Cee Cee. He stared at her, knowing her identity because of Kendall’s research.
“I’m–”
“I know your fuckin’ ass, Celia,” he snapped, glaring at her. “What the fuck you want and why the fuck you walk in my fuckin’ club?”
Hesitation crossed her face. “Uh, I-I wanted to t-talk to you.”
