Page 158 of Relentles
“They know I’m here.”
“Theythinkyou sleepin’ in your fuckin’ office.”
She stiffened. “Theyknowwhere I’m at.”
“Doubtful, you not givin’ in and leavin’thosebitches to ride alone for you.”
She yanked herself away. “Shut up.”
“Youthe one that toldthemwhat the fuck you thinkIdid and got all my boys in the fuckin’ doghouse.”
“Yourboyswere in the cafeteria and most of those morons were in the clubhouse when I came there.Theytold their old ladies and by the time I was heading to Roxy’s, my phone was blowing up. I mentioned that their men and my sons knew all about Torie and all of you hid it from me.Theydecided how to respond.”
“What the fuck you want me to do, Megan?” he asked, feeling her out. “Kill Torie? I’m killin’ Johnnie. Who else I gotta kill to make you forgive me?”
“Let’s see, Christopher.” She held up her hand and started ticking off his crimes. “You came home smelling of soap and with different clothes. You killed two women because they were trying to have sex with you. I’m almost positive they would’ve preferred you knocking them out to killing them, by the way.”
“Ain’t matterin’ what they wanted. I gave them every fuckin’ chance to back off.”
She ignored him to continue her list. “You told Johnnie your deepest secrets. You gave a womana half million dollars. You invited this same woman to live under our roof without consulting me.”
When she raised her other hand, irritation surged into him. Folding his arms, he glared at her.
“You allowed her to humiliate Rebel. You shared a cigarette with her, swappingherspit with yours. You showed her photos of our house, my closet, our bedroom. To impress her?”
“No! Fuck, Megan—”
“You listened to minors and morons. Molly was living in Roxy’s house and even she didn’t know you’d hired Torie to go to LA with her. You didn’t stop payment on the check, so I could issue another one. You didn’t advise your sons, our sons,mysons that you hiding another woman from me was bad enough, so they definitely shouldn’t do it.”
“You done? Cuz you outta fuckin’ fingers. Unless you take your fuckin’ shoes off and start of your toes.”
“I can.”
He’d finally had enough. She had some crimes of her fucking own to account for.
“You not no Mother Theresa. You lookin’ down on me over Johnnie?Youlettin’ Johnnie get the fuck in your head. You willin’ to risk your fuckin’ life for another baby. For fuckin’ what, Megan?”
“You know why!”
“Yeah, baby. Cuz you bein’ a selfish lil’ cunt!” he roared. “Once Jo straight, that fuckin’ hysterectomy should be next. But it ain’t got nothin’ to do with me. You not that fuckin’ stupid. Even if what I told Johnniewasthe actual truth, you a dumb fuckin’ bitch if you riskin’yourfuckin’ life to makemefuckin’ happy,” he snarled. “All this fuckin’ bullshit unnecessary. It’s so unfuckinnecessary. And unworthy of you, me, and our marriage.It ain’t got fuck all to do with Torie or Johnnie or nothin’ else, butyouand your motherfuckin’ obsession with havin’ fuckin’ babies. Get it through your motherfuckin’ head. I don’t want you pregnant again. I don’t want you havin’ anymore babies.Idon’t want no more babies.”
Blinking rapidly, she stared at him.
“I betcha can’t fuckin’ even answer why you want baby after baby. Or why hearin’ me say whatever the fuck I told Johnnie made you fuckin’ decide to not have that fuckin’ surgery. That was just a convenient fuckin’ excuse.”
“It wasn’t,” she said, sobbing softly. “I want you happy, Christopher. You live to see me happy? You’ddiefor me to have that happiness? I feel the same way. I believe one of your favorite expressions is ‘I’ll do anything to make you happy. Even die.” She cocked her head to the side. “It wasn’t hyperbole or a hypothesis. You would.”
“That’s different. That’s me lovin’ you and honorin’ you.”
“Was it the truth?”
“You know it was. But it don’t matter. You a ma. You got kids. You got me. You talkin’ about possibly leavin’ us for a baby we don’t fuckin’ need. It’s selfish.”
“You’re a father. You have kids. You have me. Your graveyard love for me isn’t anymore selfish than mine is for you. You don’t have a monopoly on doing absolutely anything to make the one you love eternally happy. You’re mylife, Christopher. If you needed me to walk through Hell to put a smile on your face, I would do it.” She lifted her chin. “That doesn’t make me a selfish cunt.”
“I’m so—”
“Keep it.”
