Page 150 of Relentles
“Hey baby—”
She closed the door with a thud, leaned against it and stared. “Call Torie,” she said flatly. “I released fifty thousand dollars. That’s all she gets.”
“Megan—”
“Do it.”
He studied her. Flushed cheeks. Furious eyes. Enticing lips. Delicate cheekbones. A small nose. Golden hair that he loved.
Her.
Who he loved.
They’d gone to the New Year’s Eve party, but excitement for the coming months hadn’t filled her.
Jo had another surgery facing her. Rebel thawed toward him, but he’d catch her looking at him with hurt and anger. As for Torie, she had no reason to stay on payroll. He’d hired her to care for Molly and didn’t want her distracted with any type of worry, so he’d ignored reason and listened to Knox. As for the lump sum in Torie’s possession, Christopher left it in Megan’s hands on how to handle the situation, when he’d already known.
“I’m—”
“I don’t want to hear it. Call hernow. Tell her what I told you to tell her.”
When he got his cell phone, she finally walked closer. She sat in the chair in front of his desk.
“Put her on speakerphone.”
His heart was beginning to pound. Megan was livid. If Torie couldn’t make the fifty Gs last for her boy, there was nothing more Christopher could do.
“Hey, Outlaw.”
He cringed at Torie’s familiarity.
Megan narrowed her eyes.
“I got the money,” Torie said. “There was some type of technical difficulty, so I think the rest will be released to me tomorrow.” She laughed. “It probably has to clear, huh?”
Near her due dates, Megan weighed about one hundred thirty pounds. Between the illness and the stress, she lost the extra pounds a lot faster than normal.
She was a hundred pounds and had him shaking in his fucking boots. Rage wafted from her. He didn’t have time to listen to Torie. He needed to see what was wrong with his woman. Had she discovered he’d allowed CJ in the meatshack? He was so fucking proud of his boy and intended to check on him later. After they had a beer in his office, Christopher sent CJ home.
“I think I’m going to buy a nicer car.”
Torie’s statement sank into Christopher’s brain. “The fifty Gs it, Torie,” he told her, staring at Megan, hoping the fury eased from her expression.
“What? No! I…no! You promised.”
Fuck her. She wasn’t miring him that deep in shit. “I ain’t talked to you since the scene in the cafeteria to promise you anyfuckinthing.”
“I know. That’s why I’m so glad you called me today—”
The hurt in Megan’s eyes just about killed him, but then she drew herself up. Her rage returned.
“I paid you because you was gonna take care of Molly. She’s gone. You can’t keep the money.”
“But I don’t have a job. How am I going to survive when the money runs out?”
“Find a fuckin’ job.” That seemed logical.
“I was terminated on my last day over the fight with Rebel, but she started—”
