Megan knew better than to turn. First into a whiny jealous cunt who looked at him with suspicion. Then into a cold-blooded bitch who didn’t call him downandlooked at him with suspicion.
Little motherfucking pain in the motherfucking ass motherfucking motherfucker!
Jealous little bitch.
Cold hearted little witch.
Well, fuck her. Two could play her fucking game. Cuz she fucking knew no matter what another bitch did, he only wanted Megan.
Yeah, fuck her! He lovedher, and if her brain had frozen the fuck over and made her forget that…?
He didn’t know.
He just loved her. Case fucking closed.
If she’d believed him, believedinhim, Rule might not have broken so completely.
Scratching his jaw, Christopher swigged from the bottle again.
A quick knock came on his door before Digger opened it and walked into the office.
“Just checking on you, Prez.”
“Waitin’ for CJ.” Christopher tipped the bottle back but found it empty. Scowling, he set it aside. “I’m gonna call him soon.”
Digger, Mortician, Johnnie, Stretch, and Cash had escorted him and CJ to the rectory, though Val caught up to them right before they headed to the club. “John Boy said he got the figure for the damages you and Mort caused at the hospital.”
Christopher shrugged, as happy he hadn’t killed Rule as he was he hadn’t shot Mort. He would’ve missed the motherfucker.
“You okay?”
“What the fuck you think? Wouldyoube okay, assfuck?”
“I guess not.” Digger shifted, a look–guilt?--on his face.
Christopher had to be mistaken. He’d just dealt with Digger, even overlooking whatever Digger said to Megan when she’d been in the hospital after her collapse. The motherfuckercouldn’t havefucked over Megan again. Something else Christopher needed to monitor.
“Never congratulated you on your winnins at Boy’s poker table a few weeks ago,” he said calmly, watching Digger closely.
Motherfucker lost his fucking mind once before because of money. “75Gs nothin’ to sneeze at.”
Pursing his lips, Digger tugged at his collar and nodded. “Bunny already spent it.” He laughed, not the normal carefree one, but one of a pussy running scared. “Bitch run through money like it’s fucking water.”
A pussy running scared and a lying motherfucker. Bunny handled their fucking money because Digger was so fucking irresponsible.
“It sound like your bad habits rubbin’ off on her.”
“Yeah, bruh. Uh, Prez. “ Digger fanned himself, allowing another nervous laugh. Even more high-pitched and yellow-bellied than the first one. “Goddamn, bruh—Prez. It’s so fucking hot in here.”
What the fuck was going on? Christopher wasn’t sure, but he’d bet it had something to do with his attitude toward Megan. Maybe, he’d asked Megan for a loan and she’d rightfully turned him down? Christopher would’ve had to kill the motherfucker when he took his woman’s money and didn’t pay her back. Cuz he fucking wouldn’t have.
“So, uh, Prez, uh, you need me to talk to little bruh? Just a few weeks ago, he called for my help ‘cause Mort wasn’t available. It was the night of Meggie’s release. I got good advice to offer and I’m a good fucking listener. Bunny say that all the time.”
“Never knew your woman to lie, motherfucker.”
Digger made a face at him, a little hurt mixed with a lot of annoyance.
Shaking the empty bottle and hoping for an errant drop, Christopher shook his head. “You really don’t like your fuckin’ eyes, huh? Knockin’ you the fuck out and burnin’ you with a cigarette ain’t cured you. I have to move to the next step.”
