Page 112 of Ruptured
“This a fuckin’ joke, huh, Megan? Cuz I fuckin’ know you ain’t thinkin’ my ass agreein’ to those two under my goddamn roof around Rebel. If it ain’t a joke, then you’ve lost your motherfuckin’ mind.”
“I’m not joking,” Meggie said through gritted teeth. “Nor am I asking you. I’mtellingyou I’m hiring them.”
“Bishop followmyorders. He ain’t acceptin’ the position if I tell him fuck no. We wanna start trainin’ him to become an enforcer anyfuckinway.”
Meggie settled back against the pillow—that she still wanted to throw at Christopher—and stared at the ceiling. Bishop and Kaiawouldwork for her. Christopher couldn’t stall her request at every turn, then make no move to lessen her workload.
She cleared her throat. “I talked to Roxy.”
“Ain’t wearin’ no fuckin’ monkey suit if you not goin’ to the ball and since the motherfucker less than a week away, I know you ain’t.”
“You’re in luck. Roxy postponed it. She’s looking at the summer. If we can’t do it then, we’ll just make a big donation to the charity.”
“My fuckin’ preference.”
“Harley’s play is at the end of the month. We’re attending, so make sure your calendar is clear.”
He grunted. He was softening.
“By the way, we have to find another cabin for our anniversary. I don’t like the way…Tabithakeeps bringing it up.”
Most recently, it was Johnnie. Kendall was the reason Meggie didn’t name him. With Christopher’s mood, he might kill that idiot for what might be a coincidence.
“You still want to go away and celebrate the sixteenth anniversary of our church wedding, don’t you?”
“We already had a fuckin’ sixteenth anniversary. Seven months ago.”
“I was lost in morning sickness. We didn’t really celebrate.”
“Don’t give a good fuck. We been married sixteen years. Congratulations.”
Meggie blinked away her tears.
“CJ almost died. Reb almost died. The church anniversary days away.Youprobably going to be fuckin’ dead by then. Three fuckin’ times the goddamn charm. He ain’t got you in November. He ain’t got you a few days ago.”
“You’re such a psycho, Christopher,” Meggie said, not expecting him to respond as normal.
“Yeah, but I’myourpsycho,” he said angrily. “Remember that the next time you try to die. Remember my fuckin’ life ain’t nothin’ without you.Stoptryna fuckin’ die, pay attention to my goddamn children, love me, take care of the fuckin’ house, be happy, and shut the fuck up.”
Snapping her brows together, Meggie lifted her head. Christopher wasn’t only angry, he was livid. Furious green eyes, brimming with accusation, burned into her.
He looked away first. “I’ll find another fuckin’ cabin for us one day. Just not fuckin’now.”
Meggie rested against the pillow again. “I have a question, Christopher,” she said after a beat. “About Bishop. And Kaia.”
“What, Megan? What, you lil’ pain-in-the-ass motherfucker?What?”
“Will you actually deny Kaia and Bishop the chance to make the type of money I want to pay them? You know all the family responsibilities Bishop has—did you know he once wanted to be a chef? Kaia’s plans for college ended with his injury.”
“If they look at Rebel, I’m pluckin’ their fuckin’ eyeballs out.”
“They are her friends. Of course, they’ll look at her,” Meggie said calmly. “Talk to her, too. Remember, you and the boys returned those privileges to Bishop and hand selected Kaia?”
He gave her another glare.
“It can be a trial. Remember the account you opened for me to pay Bunny and the household expenses? I won’t use it, since it’s your money. I’ll use one of my personal accounts. Besides, I haven’t looked at any of the expense accounts in weeks. A six-month trial.”
“Three days.”
