Page 255 of Restless
“If I kill you, I can fuckin’ leave.”
Suddenly, Derby’s grunt stopped. “Outlaw—”
“Shut the fuck up, motherfucker. You been boofuckinhooin’ about your bitch. You got that bitch back and youstillfuckin’ over her?”
“Just because I love Gypsy doesn’t mean I want to be faithful. The trick is covering your tracks.”
“You’re a smart man, babe,” Adette said. “I’m sure you can cover—”
“I love my wife. I ain’t fuckin’ you. I’ve fucked over her enough today by allowin’ you two bitches on my fuckin’ lap.”
Hooting with laughter, Derby tucked away his cock, then patted Christopher’s back. “That wasn’t fucking over Meggie, Outlaw.” He helped Sadie to her feet, then kissed her deeply. “Take care of him. Make him come so much his toes stay permanently curled. I swear to you this is what you need to get your head on straight, brother. I promise. You need a buffer between you and your wife. Your reward for not only surviving today but saving us is good hot cunt.”
“Derby,” Christopher started, attempting to squeeze past Adette when she allowed Derby to leave the room.
Growling, Christopher picked Adette up to move her aside. As he did, Sadie grabbed him from behind, giving Adette the opportunity to wrap her legs around his waist and grind her bare pussy over his jeans, marking him with her scent.
He couldn’t fucking believe he was grappling with two bitches determined to fuck him on Derby’s orders while ignoring what the fuck he wanted. Derby truly believed he was doing Christopher a favor.
The pipes on Derby’s exhaust roared to life.
Christopher stopped fighting. Instead of trying to get away, he held Adette loosely. She rocked her pussy against him, pressing her lips against his, while Sadie nuzzled his neck. Digging into his cut, he took his .9mm in hand, pressed it against Adette’s temple and pulled the fucking trigger.
Releasing her spasming body and allowing it to drop to the floor, he shot Sadie, cutting her off mid-scream. He shot each of them in the head once more, then went to the bathroom and wiped their blood off his face, hands, and arms. He hadn’t noticed surveillance cameras but he still needed to call Stretch and Cash so they could try to tap into the feeds and erase any footage of his entrance and exit.
Motherfucking Derby.
By the time he got on the road again, it was close to 4PM. He’d tried Megan but the call went straight to voicemail, so he’d called Bunny, who hadn’t answered. Next, he tried Mortician. Cash and Stretch had been busy trying to unfuck Christopher out of Derby’s shenanigans, but he’d still called and asked if they could track Megan. They swore she hadn’t left the coffee shop, although Bunny’s signal indicated she was at the clubhouse. So far away, he couldn’t do anything. Then, he’d had to stop in Eugene to buy another pair of black jeans, and find another shabby motel for a quick shower.
Now, as Christopher followed his boy and Mortician down the walkway, the light display calmed him. He’d survived Bash. He’d ironed out a deal. He’d escaped those two bitches who wouldn’t take fucking no for an answer. And he was home, starving for a glimpse of his wife and starving for a bite to eat.
He had a lot of confessing to do to his woman, but all in all he felt likePrezagain. Not just a shadow who was neither biker, father, or husband, afraid to leave Megan because he feared she’d be stolen from him.
The first thing he noticed when he walked into the house was the fucking stillness. His children were noisy lil’ motherfuckers. Silence was unnatural.
“Megan?” Christopher called, closing the door behind him. He sniffed but didn’t smell any food. “What did your ma cook, boy?”
Swallowing, CJ bowed his head, then shrugged. “Nothing, Dad.” He shoved his fingers through his hair and yanked a handful. The lil’ motherfucker needed a haircut. “We ate at the coffee shop.” He glanced at Mortician.
Alarms rose in Christopher. “Where’s Reb and the boys?”
CJ shrugged again. “Not here.”
“Where’s your ma?” he asked carefully.
“Upstairs, Dad,” CJ mumbled. “In your room.”
Fear seized Christopher and he took off running, rushing up the staircase, hating the daunting quietness and damning his decision to leave today.
It had been too soon. He’d ordered Mortician to talk to Brooks. Christopher should’ve waited.
By the time he arrived in their bedroom, he was breathless at all the scenarios running through his head. He found her propped against her pillows, her hair braided, and wearing a flowing white nightgown. Dark circles ringed her eyes and she looked…off.
Just as she had this morning. When he’d left her anyway and forced her out of his head to conduct business. She smiled groggily. Her lips were dry and cracked. He sat next to her on the edge of the bed.
“Megan,” he whispered, caressing her cheek, knowing something wasn’t right, but unsure what. He gathered her into his arms and inhaled the cherry blossom scent of her hair. “What’s the matter, baby?”
She planted a tiny kiss on his chin. “I’m tired, Christopher.”
