“He can’t do that if you don’t see what he wants,” Ryan said, since Diesel was about to go fucking psycho.
Once Rebel mentioned the dating app, Diesel went silent, but the wildness in his eyes spoke volumes.
“Fine,” she said. “I’ll call him.”
Diesel loosened his tie. “We’re going to the media room to watch a movie. Come and let us know what he says.”
“Whatever.” She stalked out of the room.
“Fuck, I’m so fucking glad I don’t have a sister,” Ryan blurted.
“I was thinking the same thing, Ry,” Devon said, shaking his head.
For the first time in forever, Ryan and Devon smiled at each other and nodded in agreement.
“I wouldn’t trade my little sisters for the world,” CJ said.
“Me, neither,” Rory agreed.
Ryan snickered. “One more fucking strike, cucks, and we’re revoking your dude cards.”
They all laughed. Even Diesel.
The camaraderie felt odd.
But so very nice.
Chapter Thirty-Three
February 6th
Knocking once on Kendall’s office door, Christopher swung it open, surprised to find her at her desk with her eyes closed and squeezing the bridge of her red nose.
Alarm raced through him. “Kendall?”
She opened her eyes, glanced behind him, then met his gaze. “Where’s Meggie?” she asked hoarsely. “She decided to stay home with CJ?”
“Something else came up,” Christopher said with distaste.
She said she needed to meet with Mort, but he’d also overheard her on the phone with Easton DeLuca. After breakfast, she’d gone to her office to look at an account. She was taking so fucking long, Christopher went to see if she was okay. Today was the first morning she’d awakened and fucked himbeforeshe went to check on their boy. Usually, she went to CJ’sroom. Sometimes, Christopher had to search for her and remind her he needed attention too.
Now, this. Sneaking to see motherfucking Easton Love. She still hadn’t revoked his license to kill. As soon as he left Kendall’s office, he intended to scoop up JohnnieandEaston. He’d chop one of Johnnie’s hands off. But Easton? He intended to cut his cock off and watch him bleed to death. Hopefully, that little pain-in-the-ass motherfucker waswhereverwhen Christopher found Easton, so she’d know if she wanted to take responsibility for a motherfucker’s fucking up, that was on her.
As hell goddess, Christopher wasn’t sure how deep she wanted to twist the fucking knife. His hell goddess was big on vengeance and atonement. He’d gotten a hard cock around Torieonceand it hadn’t been forherparticularly. The idea that Megan would willingly open her pussy to another motherfucker…
It should’ve devastated him. But, nope. He was so fucking jealous, he could barely see straight. He was so fucking furious, he could barely think straight.Whatevername the motherfucker went by, he was thirteen years younger than Christopher and only two years older than Megan. He would kill that motherfucker extra painfully for making Christopher so insecure about how much older he was than Megan.
Motherfucking fuckhead assfuck dick swinger.
Kendall snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Christopher?”
“Megan fuckin’ another motherfucker,” he snarled.
She blinked, then howled with laughter, adding insult to injury by stomping her fucking foot. He glowered at her.
“Oh my God, I needed that,” she said, wiping tears from her eyes, turning and sailing toher desk.
Stalking into the office, he slammed the door behind him. “Fuck you, Kendall. Laughin’ at my motherfuckin’ outrage.”
