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Before she could respond, Christopher grabbed her and shoved her against him.
“Fuck, Prez!” Mortician called. “We in public.”
Christopher fired, and Gypsy shrieked.
“Don’t knock my fuckin’ hand away afuckingain—”
Meggie disentangled herself and wrapped her fingers around her husband’s wrist. “Christopher!” she screamed, hoping her voice penetrated his fury. “Christopher, listen to me!”
He glared at her. “What the fuck you doin’ out?”
“Gypsy wanted to meet—”
“Your bitch called my woman out her sick—”
“Christopher!” Meggie cried, desperation creeping into her. “Don’t do this. Whatever Derby did isn’t worth his blood.”
“He disrespected you. He left those two cunts in that fuckin’ room and I had to shoot them—”
“Shhh,” she said, trembling. “You could’ve…you could’ve smacked them,” Meggie said, trying to reason with him, although she didn’t know the full story since he hadn’t volunteered the minute details. “But—”
“Hit a girl?” he asked in outrage. “I ain’t no woman beater, Megan.”
“Fuck, Outlaw, I’m sure those bitches would prefer you knocked them the fuck out instead of fucking shooting the fuck out of them,” Slipper called, milling downwind of Meggie.
The situation was the furthest thing from funny, however, her husband’s twisted logic and the stress of the past hour sent her into a fit of giggles, even as tears streamed down her face. “You’re such a psycho, Christopher.”
She saw the exact moment he came back to her. He smiled. “Yeah, but I’m your psycho, Megan.”
“You can’t kill Derby, Dez, or Johnnie.”
Christopher returned his gun to his cut. “First two club business. Last motherfucker either hidin’ or lucky. I been lookin’ for him all fuckin’ day. You can’t change your mind now. You told me to make him stop.”
Oh, dear God. She did. Last night. She was so distraught, though. She hadn’t realized what she was saying.
“SOS not for allies, Meggie,” Digger said, tossing the cigarette he’d been smoking. “It’s for motherfuckers about to harm you.”
“Shut the fuck up, son,” Mortician warned. “Prez ain’t got the bloodlust out.”
Val stepped next to Mortician. “You okay, Meggie?”
“Er—”
Cash and Stretch flanked Val and stared at her.
“You want Outlaw to know anything, sweetness?” Cash asked with meaning. He must’ve tapped into the security cameras outside the coffee shop.
“What the fuck you talkin’ about, Ghost?” Christopher demanded as Johnnie walked up.
“What’s going on?” He lifted a brow at Meggie. “Are you okay, sweetheart? I came as soon as I received your ‘SOS’.”
Christopher growled. “Where the fuck you been, assfuck?” he roared.
“In Portland,” Johnnie answered in surprise. “With Knox. We were finalizing payment for the Ball, then we stopped at a diner. They have delicious food—”
Snarling incoherently, Christopher shoved his hand into his pocket. Meggie leaned her head against his arm and he stilled.
He drew in a deep breath. “I’m going to ask you a couple questions, baby. Hear me?”
