Page 89 of Restless
“Goddamn, he don’t even get a discount as a member?” Digger asked, opening his pint of vodka and sipping.
“It’s part of the Bitch Fund,” Boy answered, while Mouse dug inside his cut and came up with a handful of bills. “I was tired of Danicka bitching and complaining about the bitches I fucked. I don’t like complications. I promised her I’d pay the girls every month.”
“Fuck, how the fuck that make sense, bro?” Dez asked.
Mouse handed Boy six bills. “I’m a little short, but I’m good.”
Boy counted the money. Recounted. And counted again. “This is $10, motherfucker,” he growled.
“My bitch came over before the game, Boy,” Mouse said. “She needed money for my daughter.”
Derby slid five $100 bills to Boy. “I’ll spot him.”
Boy nodded. Mouse grabbed Pepper’s hand and pulled her toward the door. Her giggles trailed behind them.
“Goddamn, that bitch is gorgeous,” Digger said with a sigh. “My cock harder than a motherfucker.” He smirked at Mort. “What about yours, bruh?”
Mortician would admit to nothing. As frayed as his marriage was, acknowledging his stiff dick over another woman made the situation ten times worse.
His heart hurt. For months, he’d allowed Bailey to do her own thing. He’d considered it just a phase. People grew and couples evolved. Stagnation was the death of relationships and sanity.
But Bailey allowing Harley, his pride and joy, to mock and belittle him without coming to his defense, spoke more than Mort wanted to know.
He hadn’t planned to attend the game. As a general rule, he stayed in his own lane. Politicking wasn’t part of his job as the enforcer. He could bullshit with the best of them. However, he didn’t want to open his fucking mouth and inadvertently contradict what Outlaw might’ve said.
“Mort, hey, brother.”
The seriousness of Digger’s tone got Mort’s attention.
“The demon that possessed Reb jumped into Harley. Just beat her ass, lock her in her room until she de-demonized, and be done with it.”
Mort stared at his unopened bottle. “It’s not that easy, Digger.” Not with Bailey against him, too. “Besides, when Outlaw beat Reb, it didn’t help. She straightened up when Meggie almost died.”
“That was just luck,” Digger said. “Meggie always almost dying from one fucking thing or another. Sooner or later, Deathwillwin and fuck her up.”
“What the fuck—”
“Digger’s right, Mort,” Derby said, lighting a cigarette and puffing. He held it and continued talking. “None of her fucking pregnancies have been easy, yet she keeps popping kids out her pussy. She must have a fucking death wish or she’s just a stupid little cunt.”
Dez choked and his eyes widened. “Outlaw killed Cole because of the names he called Meggie. Suppose this conversation gets back to him?”
“It won’t,” Boy declared, eyeing Mort.
It wasn’t necessary to suspect Digger would betray them since he was the motherfucker who’d started this bullshit.
“It won’t, if you all shut the fuck up,” Mort snapped. “Meggie never did none of you motherfuckers nothing.” He glared at Derby. “She don’t likeyourbitch ass because Gypsy her friend and you constantly fuck over her, son.”
“My cock, my woman,” Derby gritted. “If Meggie kept her fucking trap shut, Gypsy never would’ve left me. How many fucking years have I fucked other sluts? How manyotherkids do I have that Gypsy didn’t push out her cunt? Meggie got into her head and fucked my shit up.”
Mort opened his mouth to defend Meggie. Not only because she was his president’s old lady, but because he genuinely cared about her.
“Nothing you can say, Mort,” Digger said. “One of Outlaw cardinal rules is to not involve himself in the business of other motherfuckers and their bitches. Meggiealwaysinvolve herself.”
“They’re right, Mort,” Boy added. “She causes anarchy amongst our bitches.”
“Your fucking dicks the cause of the fucking anarchy,” Mort said, his anger rising. Generally, he didn’t allow much to bother him. If he didn’t care about a motherfucker, it just wasn’t worth expending energy to argue. Besides, he knew how to get his point across without a lot of fuss. But this talk bordered on fucking treason. “If you got a problem with Meggie, talk to her. I’m not fucking listening anymore.”
“I thought you loved me, Mort.” Digger drank more vodka. “If we go to Meggie and tell her how we really feel, Outlaw will kill us.”
