Page 43 of Relentles
“Why you ask that?” he asked, suspicious. He didn’t want to reveal nothing she didn’t know.
“Christopher shot Johnnie,” she grouched.
Motherfucker deserved it. If only he’d get a fucking clue.
“Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not. I…he’s such an idiot.”
“Er, Prez or Johnnie?”
She laughed. She sounded relaxed and happy. Mort smiled.
“Christopher has his moments, but I meant Johnnie.”
“Who the fuck you talkin’ to, Megan? Wait, that’s my phone?”
“Yeah,” she said, dismissing the question. “It was ringing. It’s Mortician.”
“Oh. Uh, yeah, baby. It just surprised me. I haven’t seen you on my phone in months.”
“I haven’t done much of anything in months,” she said, still happy and laughing. “The stalker is in full force, Mortician,” Meggie chortled. “He wants his phone. He doesn’t like me talking to another man on it.”
Mort laughed nervously. “You wouldn’t want him talking to another woman on your phone, girl.”
“As if. He barely talks to the women in our family.” She giggled. “You’re a psycho!”
Just listening sent a sick feeling through Mort.
“Stop! I gotta pee,” she said, screaming with laughter. “Stop tickling me, Christopher.”
“Go, piss. Let me talk to Mort.”
“Bye, Mort,” she yelled.”
“Bye, Meggie girl.”
“It ain’t her. It’s me. What the fuck you want?”
“Tell her about Torie, Prez.”
“What?”
“Meggie girl going to flip her fucking lid if she find out that bitch texting you.”
“You and the rest of those motherfuckers said—”
“When you ever listen to any of us?”
“When I don’t know which way is fuckin’ up. When just the thought of losin’ her sends me into a fuckin’ panic.”
“Which her?”
“Megan. Jo. Fuck, Mort. Both.”
“I just don’t want this shit to go south, Outlaw. There’s a lot of stress in your marriage. Take it from me, one wrong move will send you into a tailspin.”
“You’re still on the phone?” Meggie called.
