Page 98 of Remiss
“I want to visit him at the house and carve that motherfucker up like a turkey. However, seeing as how you still love him and don’t want him maimed, I’ll just put a fucking bug in his ear. Does Zoann know?”
“No one does.”
“That’ll change on the plane ride home.”
“Don’t, because she might take it out on Val.”
“Did he know?”
“No. Even if he did, what could he do?”
“Punch the fuck out of that motherfucker. As your brother-in-law, not a goddamn club member.”
“They walk a fine line.”
“You’re right, baby. Luckily, the women don’t suffer those limitations.” Roxy kissed Meggie’s cheek. “I’m going to check on Kendall.”
“She did have a lot of wine.”
“She did, sugar. If you need to talk, you know where to find me.”
“I do.”
“In another black and white motherfucking room,” Roxy said with disgust. “I don’t know what the fuck got into Bailey when she redecorated this place. It’s fucking ugly.”
“For what she paid for the furnishings, it could’ve been a little brighter,” Meggie said around a yawn.
“How much did she pay?”
“She sent Bunny a bill for two and a half million dollars after not allowing Bunny not a bit of say so. Bunny was so hurt.”
“Mortician allowed that bitch to do that?” Roxy asked in outrage.
“Mortician didn’t know and neither did Digger,” Meggie grouched. “Bunny and me talked about it. She didn’t want to come between them. However, she needed Digger to sign off on early access to their quarterly payments.”
“You gave her the money.”
“Yeah.”
Only Bunny and Kendall knew that Digger had stolen from her. She wanted to cry all over again. At the time of Digger’s betrayal, Christopher hadn’t begun to disregard Meggie. His behavior would’ve been a little more understandable and excusable. She could’ve chalked it up to Digger following Christopher’s suit.
“Bailey knew you paid?”
“No. We got a cashier’s check.”
“What did Bailey do with the fucking money. Mortician paid for that heifer’s renovations. That money should’ve been his.”
“She donated it to charity. She took it to be petty, Roxy.”
“I’m so fucking sick of annoying bitches and brainless motherfuckers,” Roxy barked, and stomped out of the room.
Recently, Meggie had dealt with an abundance of both.
She thought of Gypsy again. Her anger was subsiding, although she still needed to put another bug in the woman’s ear. However, Meggie would fund Gypsy’s makeover.
Maybe Christopher could advise her…
Her thoughts crashed to a halt, and she rubbed her forehead.
