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“Megan talked about divorcin’ me. I gotta know how dangerous it is for her to have another kid. I was thinkin’ about that anyway. Before the argument.”
“Have you lost your ever-loving mind? After berating her over Rule, screaming at her for everything,orderingher to have the hysterectomy, threatening to take her youngest children,you’vedecidedyouwant her pregnant to suityourneeds?”
Christopher considered the question, nodded, and shrugged. “Yeah, doc. I ain’t able to kidnap her without knockin’ Reb the fuck out.Andwith all the fuckery goin’ on at the club, if I leave either—” A bunch of motherfuckers would be dead or Bash would control the club, but she didn’t need all the dirty details. “It ain’t a good idea to steal Megan and hold her hostage until she change her mind about divorcin’ me right now. If I gotta, I will. Pregnancy just easier for me to handle her.”
“You’re insane,” she accused as if she just figured that shit out.
“Meggie been telling you that, Jordan,” Mort said. “How that surprise you?”
She transferred her glare to Mortician, then glowered at Christopher. “I refuse to aid in your manipulation tactics.Besides, Meggie has scheduled her hysterectomy. It’s April 3rd.” She stalked away.
After all the back-and-forth, all his anger, worry, and resentment that Megan refused to have the surgery, now that it was imminent, Christopher felt as if a boulder had dropped on him. Doc Will’s announcement shook him to his core. “You okay, Outlaw?” Val asked.
No. No the fuck he wasn’t. His anger and rejection led to Megan’s decision.
“Megan can’t have the fuckin’ hysterectomy.”
“Why?” Digger demanded. “She got enough babies and she don’t pay attention to them.”
Growling, Christopher started for Digger, but Mort stepped in his path.
“Ignore this fool, Prez,” he said quickly.
“Why you mad at me?” Digger peeped around Mort. “Bunny said you told Meggie that yourself.”
“Do all the fuckin’ girls know?”
“I think so,” Stretch said, the only motherfucker with an even tone and inscrutable look. “Aside from Roxanne, Rebel also told Mattie. Mattie told Kendall. Kendall called Zoann. Zoann called Fee…” He shrugged. “You get the point.”
He sure the fuck did. “Your bitches mad at you motherfuckers cuz of what I did?”
“Are you out your goddamn mind, Outlaw?” Val shook his head. “I learned my fucking lesson when I took up for you the last time. You on your fucking own, brother.”
“Why you went off on Meggie like that, Prez?” Mort asked, a hint of reproach in his voice.
“I was stewin’ about Rule and…fuck…” He shoved his hands through his hair. “I said shit.”
“It was an emotional time,” Stretch said. “I’ve been waiting for Ophelia to ask me about Rule or Father Wilkins. I guess Meggie hasn’t told anyone yet.”
“Yeah, she always good about keeping shit to herself until after other shit taken care of.”
Christopher hated the admiration in Val’s tone. It made him feel even guiltier.
“What did Meggie say?” Mort asked. “She must be fucking devastated that Rule jumped out the window and about the priest. She like him.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, Christopher shook his head. “I ain’t told her about either. If she know, it ain’t from me.”
The motherfuckers gaped at him.
“Bruh, you creatin’ shit just cuz,” Digger said with disapproval. “Meggiealreadymad at you. If you fucking tired of the woman, just leave her fucking ass.”
Christopher frowned, but Mort shoved his brother out of the way and pointed to a chair. “Sit your motherfucking ass down, son. One more fucking peep and I’m tossing you out the goddamn window head first.”
Cocking his head to the side, Christopher looked from Mortician to Digger. Mort had threatened Digger for as long as Christopher knew them. But something about it was different. He detectedactualhostility. Even when Christopher ordered Mortician to kill Digger, the motherfucker had been angry in a different way.
“You fucked with Megan, Digger?” he asked, because that was the only fucking reason Mortician would be looking at Digger as if he really would throw him out the window. “Cuz you been on my woman ass for fuckin’ weeks. Now, suddenly, Mort wanna kill you. If it had to do with Bailey, you’d already be fucked up. So, my guess if, you fucked with Megan and ran to Mort to fix it. He know he can’t without me shootin’ the fuckoutta both of you. Him for hidin’ it and you for doin’ it in the first goddamn place.”
Digger looked away. “Meggie not talkin’ to you. Shouldn’t you be concentrating on that?”
