Page 192 of Relentles
“If you kill Johnnie, then Megan will always fear for the lives of her sons,” Knox told him. “He’s family.”
Truth.
“Can I just disown the motherfucker and then fuck him up?”
Mort stared into his glass, then looked at Christopher. “You still want to fuck up Red? Mattie, Rory, JJ, and Blade love her.”
“I want Johnnie dead.”
Standing, Roxanne threw him a sorrowful look.
Fuck her for her guilt.
“Meggie want him to stay alive,” Digger said.
“Fine, fuck. He’s gettin’ chance number fuckin’ four billion seventy-five. If I can’t fuckin’ kill him and he fuck with me again, I’m breakin’ every bone in his motherfuckin’ body.”
“Just let it go,” Roxanne advised. “Watch what he does.”
“Get Megan to seduce me into that agreement and I’ll say okay.”
“Boy, fuck you. Your skills of seduction are working fine. It’s your motherfucking brain I’m worried about.”
Christopher scowled at her.
Standing, she bent and kissed his cheek. “Get some rest. Tomorrow morning, go visit Jo with Meggie, then take your wife for a spin. Take a moment for yourselves alone and get back on the same wavelength. Ease up on her about the hysterectomy. She’s going to see Jordan next week about birth control.”
“I can use condoms until then,” he said thoughtfully.
“Meggie don’t know how to put condoms on a dick, Outlaw,” Digger said.
Shooting to his feet, Christopher narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck you said?”
“Bunny told me!” he said quickly, standing from the stool and raising his hands. “She asked me if she should use a silicon dick or a banana to show her. Or let her watch a skin flick. She’s been thinking about condoms too but wanted to help you to put the motherfuckers on.”
“When?”
“When what?” Digger asked suspiciously.
“When Megan talked to Bunny about the cock covers?”
“Two days ago. Before Torie started with her bullshit and ruined my fucking life, bruh.”
“You ruined your own life, fuckhead,” Mort grumbled.
“Me?” Digger pointed to himself and scowled. “I think fucking not.Yourbitch want you to patch the fuck out.”
Roxanne choked. “Bailey want you to do what, Mortician?”
So that’s why Mort had looked so stricken when Bailey announced she was going home.
“After Prez shot Johnnie, she think he could turn on me and shoot my ass off, too.”
“I ain’t helped, huh, Mort?”
“No, Prez. I don’t know what the fuck is going on. At the moment, the most stable marriage is Val and Chester.”
With that hanging in the air, Mort turned and left.
