Misled. Part 18

"We have company." She remembered yesterday when Snake-her brother-and his goons surrounded them. "Are they trying to run us off the road?"

"No, babe," Kiera answered. "That's three of the Dwellers. Outlaw don't want you going nowhere without an escort."

"I'm not royalty or anything."

"No s.h.i.t," Ellen spat.

She ignored that. "Why in the world would he order something like this?"

"Because of yesterday, I guess," Kiera answered. She met Meggie's gaze through the rearview mirror and shrugged. "That's why Val made us take this car. Everyone knows Ellen's van."

"I guess they would with its Pepto Bismal pink paint job decorated with patches of rust," Meggie said sweetly. She didn't appreciate the woman's jealousy when Christopher had made it so clear to her where he stood with them. Meggie sure hadn't demanded Christopher offer her this sort of protection and to her way of thinking having a three bike escort brought more attention to her.

They fell into a tense silence until they turned into the parking lot of a strip mall with a ladies' boutique. Departing the vehicle, it surprised her to find Val there, although she realized he must've been left behind to babysit her and she wondered how he felt about that. The other two were probates and she couldn't remember their names, either.

They escorted them to the door of the boutique, then backed out to stand aside. Meggie paused, her brow furrowing, not too sure about this place where everything from adult toys to hooker heels were on sale. Then, she thought about those other girls, the ones K-P called the Bobs, and hardened her resolve.

"Val gave me enough money for all of us to buy things," she began.

Ellen rounded on her. "You f.u.c.king kidding me, b.i.t.c.h?" she snarled. "You got my a.s.s banned from the Club until the spring social and now you want to spend money on me? Or is it because it's Val's money and not Outlaw's?"

Meggie shoved her back, not appreciating Ellen getting in her face. "I didn't get you barred from anywhere, you evil witch."

A tall, dark haired woman, with huge b.o.o.bs walked over to them, cringing at Ellen's stare.

"Get the f.u.c.k out my face, Sapphire. This is between me and this backstabbing b.i.t.c.h."

"I'm not a b.i.t.c.h," Meggie shouted, anger rising in her.

Kiera elbowed Ellen. "Shut the f.u.c.k up. If Val hears you, he's gonna tell Outlaw, and you'll be banned for good."

"f.u.c.k off, Kiera. Just because you wanna shove your tongue up this b.i.t.c.h's p.u.s.s.y doesn't mean I do."

Kiera rolled her eyes. "Ain't never even thought of eating her p.u.s.s.y. I just want to be able to go to the Club, so I'm following Outlaw's orders."

"b.i.t.c.h-"

"Would you stop calling everyone a b.i.t.c.h?" Meggie wouldn't bother to respond to any of their other crudeness. "Just because you have a degree in b.i.t.c.hiness, doesn't mean we do, Ellen. Now, leave me and Kiera alone or I will tell Christopher about how you're acting."

"Meggie, c'mon, babe, let's look around," Kiera pleaded. "Shopping'll cool you off."

"No. She jumped on me for no reason and I want an answer. I've tried my best to cooperate with Christopher, so I don't deserve to have her attacking me for no reason."

"You want a f.u.c.king answer, b.i.t.c.h?" Ellen sneered, her eyes as rounded as a fish's. "You couldn't wait to open your f.u.c.king mouth to tell Outlaw what I said about spending his f.u.c.king money."

Christopher really, really, LIKE REALLY, should've shut up and not confronted Ellen. He'd promised he wouldn't, which would've been a huge favor to Meggie because she was having enough problems with Ellen and Kiera. He'd just made it worse. Unfortunately, if she cowered to Ellen now, the woman would use it to her advantage. She was a major b.i.t.c.h. "What I say to Christopher is none of your business," she snapped. "It wasn't my intention to get you banned. The issue we were discussing had nothing to do with you."

"Then how the f.u.c.k my name came up to make him forget whatever y'all were talking about that's not my G.o.dd.a.m.n business?"

"It was related."

Ellen snorted. "Doubtful."

"Whatever. I'll talk to Christopher," Meggie promised. "Ask him to let you come back."

Without answering, Ellen stomped past her and headed for a rack of skirts, Sapphire hot on her heels.

Meggie sighed and glanced at Kiera. "Why'd she come if she's so angry? Why'd Val call you two?"

"I suppose she came to light into you and she figured this was her only chance for a while." Kiera rubbed her temples. "She loves the Club and the boys and she's hurt Christopher came down so hard on her. To be fair, he warned her not to upset you."

Meggie widened her eyes. "He did?"

Kiera nodded. "Yeah, babe. He did."

"Val said if Christopher bans anyone, I can't be around them because he'll forbid it."

"Meggie," Kiera said urgently, touching her arm, "if you like us, hang with us today. If Outlaw sees us getting along, he'll ease up on Ellen."

Meggie's nostrils flared. It would give her such satisfaction to make Ellen suffer because she'd been a thorn in her side from the first time they'd met. She'd disparaged her daddy and taunted Christopher's attention to Meggie. "I'll think about," she said, and glided away, just wanting this day over with.

K-P and the Bobs had done an outstanding job with the food. Christopher knew K-P had a hand-picked team of girls whom he called to a.s.sist him in the kitchen in times like these. After he'd started f.u.c.king Kiera and Ellen, they directed all the other preparations, but with Megan being there and Christopher so p.i.s.sed with Ellen, he'd left K-P in charge.

Val had followed his instructions and gotten Megan off-premises. Without him there, he didn't trust the constant presence of the b.i.t.c.hes wouldn't have upset her. But he'd had business to see to, some of it still undoing problems created by Big Joe. In the beginning, Boss had hidden the disappearing inventory by accusing rival clubs of intercepting and stealing shipments. Yeah, they'd been stealing the f.u.c.king shipments because f.u.c.king Boss had been tipping them off, playing them all, and getting paid in the drugs he'd come to depend on.

It had taken Christopher months to broker a deal with two of the clubs, which had happened only because the body count was rising in both clubs. The Dwellers had already began to bring in support clubs to do their distribution, which made the situation even more f.u.c.ked up because those clubs were also losing men thanks to Boss. The motherf.u.c.ker was lucky he hadn't been put the f.u.c.k down then, but Christopher and Snake didn't want anything to happen to him. In turn, Val, Digger and Mortician had been loyal because of Christopher, and Rack thanks to Snake. They'd protected Boss.

Now, with a huge gun shipment being prepared for a Canadian buyer, Christopher had to get extra escort for the run and he needed some of those same clubs he'd worked so carefully with to undo all the damage that'd been done. Motherf.u.c.kers couldn't be trusted when they were dealing with two rocks. Though the club would give each of the five men twenty large and both clubs a quarter rock a piece, motherf.u.c.kers couldn't be trust when his club would still make such a huge profit.

Christopher leaned back against the wall, watching the Bobs working the main room from where he sat at the corner table. Jesus. f.u.c.k. Those b.i.t.c.hes were dressed in mesh bras, keyhole thongs, and clear heels. They were doing his boys proud, serving drinks to the visiting brothers and not hesitating to suck d.i.c.k or give up some a.s.s.

He wondered if Kiera and Ellen would keep Megan away for the night. He hadn't been all that happy that Val had sent her off with Ellen but he hadn't specifically said to only call Kiera. But, f.u.c.k, if they were protecting Megan from this free-for-all, all the better.

Perhaps, too, they were giving him a chance to enjoy himself with one of the Bobs. The question was did he want to? Yes and no. He didn't want Megan hurt if she found out he'd f.u.c.ked one of these b.i.t.c.hes. On the other hand, he was a f.u.c.king realist. They couldn't last.

Digger sauntered over, beer in hand. "John Boy on his way."

"Cool." He hadn't hung out with his cousin in months. If Megan was here, she'd definitely dampen their style. They had a friendly rivalry with b.i.t.c.hes that usually ended up with both of them f.u.c.king a b.i.t.c.h, together and separately.

"You sent Megan away so y'all could f.u.c.k some b.i.t.c.hes, huh?"

Christopher shrugged and beckoned a Bob over. She was rather plain with non-descript brown hair and unremarkable eyes. "Bring me a bottle, babe."

She smiled at him, her wide mouth sending lewd signals to Christopher's brain. Megan was so pure, so gorgeous. So f.u.c.king not for him.

"We ain't gonna tell Megan, so don't worry 'bout it, Prez," Digger said. He must've noted something in Christopher's expression. "You deserve to have a couple b.i.t.c.hes. 'Specially after what you did for her today. You let the f.u.c.ker live."

Yeah, he'd let Thomas Nicholls live. After calling in a favor by providing the address where he lived with Meggie's mother, Christopher had him pulled over on his way back to Seattle and escorted back. Just by involving law enforcement to get f.u.c.khead in his hands, he couldn't leave a f.u.c.king body. They might look the other way while Christopher beat a f.u.c.ker they'd personally delivered to him to a pulp. Murdering the same f.u.c.khead? Not so much. Even officers on his payroll had their standards. Since they'd refused to leave once they delivered Nicholls, they'd also refused to allow a permanent end to the man.

Christopher had explained the details, though. Nicholls had been so helpful, carrying a photo of Megan. Once Mutt and Jeff had seen her and heard what he'd done, Christopher was sure he was due an a.s.s whipping from them, too. If there was any justice, the injuries Christopher had delivered was severe enough that only a few more punches would end him. He'd just have to let it go that he wasn't the one who'd do it. Mutt was corrupt as a motherf.u.c.ker and Jeff was meaner than a snake. Christopher didn't bother with their real names. Didn't give a f.u.c.k really. To him, they were Mutt and Jeff, doing favors for him when what needed doing couldn't get done without involving them. Like bringing a motherf.u.c.ker in who Christopher didn't have time to find. He'd never tell Megan any of this. As far as she was concerned, he wouldn't know the f.u.c.ker if the man walked up and b.i.t.c.h slapped Christopher.

Val walked up just then, his arm around a stacked redheaded Bob. "Stretch just notified me Megan, Kiera and Ellen outside."

"Ellen?" Christopher snapped. "I thought I told that b.i.t.c.h-"

"I guess Meggie wants her here, Prez," he said. "Women are funny like that."

Digger tipped his beer back and took a long swallow. As he set the bottle down, his eyes widened and the alcohol exploded from his mouth.

"What the f.u.c.k, a.s.shole?" Christopher snarled, jumping to his feet, swiping at his wet cheek.

"f.u.c.k!" Val managed, staring toward the doorway.

"What-" Christopher choked as Megan strutted into view. The blue metallic halter top and matching belted miniskirt drew the attention of every man there. Her golden hair, flowing down her back, had been curled and her exposed skin-too motherf.u.c.king much exposed skin-glittered.

K-P and Stretch stopped her and she giggled at something they said.

Before she got any further, Johnnie walked behind her. Because this was such a big deal, he'd driven down to attend this party. Usually, Christopher was happy to see Johnnie, his cousin wrapped an arm around her tiny waist and buried his nose in her hair, bending to whisper something in her ear. Even in her thigh-high, silver stiletto boots, she only reached Johnnie to his chin. He pressed against her and Christopher growled, balling his hands into fists.

Some a.s.shole he intended to mutilate worse than Johnnie strode to Megan, but she smiled that gorgeous smile-her red lipstick causing Christopher's heart to stutter-and pointed at him.

As she started in his direction, two of K-P's girls attempted to block her way, but she gave them a look that could freeze Lucifer's d.i.c.k and sauntered past them. Johnnie followed behind, a smirk on his face, his eyes drifting down.

She reached the table and the smell of her hair and a light floral perfume reached him. He felt f.u.c.king lightheaded, broadsided with this new version of Megan.

He roamed from around the table and stepped toward her, not speaking, just circling her, taking it all in. The halter top shelving her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The tiny skirt with the silver belt stopping just below her a.s.s cheeks. The blue of the material that matched her eyes and made them gleam like jewels.

She tossed her hair over her shoulders. "May I have a drink or is this only for your Bobs?"

Christopher's gaze flew to hers. "Where's Kiera and Ellen?" It was their fault she was dressed like a s.l.u.t.

"They left," she said coolly.

"I'll bet they f.u.c.kin' did." He glared over her head to Johnnie. "Gimme your f.u.c.kin' jacket, a.s.shole."

Johnnie lifted a brow.

"Now!"

She turned her head, offering a view of her perfect profile. "No. I'm fine just like this, Johnnie. Keep your jacket." She returned her challenging blue regard back to Christopher. "I would like a drink, though."

They stared at one another and he saw she wouldn't back down. "I'm gonna spank your a.s.s for this s.h.i.t," he blurted without thinking.

She paled a little at his furious snarl, and stepped back. In his anger, he'd forgotten about her history. f.u.c.k, in this hot-as-f.u.c.k outfit, he couldn't even see the scars from the cuts she inflicted on herself. All he saw was her. On another chick, he would've appreciated the f.u.c.k out of the skimpy clothes. He scrubbed a hand over his eyes. He appreciate it on Megan, but not when every other motherf.u.c.ker ogled her.

The b.i.t.c.h with the mousy brown hair sidled back with his bottle of tequila, rubbing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against him. She could've rubbed her bare p.u.s.s.y on him and he wouldn't have given a f.u.c.k. But Megan saw what the Bob did and stepped back, her shoulders rigid with anger, her eyes filling with misery.

Grabbing the bottle, Christopher wrapped an arm around Megan's waist and lifted her off her feet, not thinking, only acting.

When he reached his bedroom, which he noted was clean, he slammed the door shut, then set her on her feet.

He unzipped his jeans and pulled his c.o.c.k out, forcing her to her knees. "You wanna look like a wh.o.r.e, then I'm gonna treat you like one." He gripped her hair and twisted, thrusting his c.o.c.k against her lips until she opened her mouth and allowed him to shove his d.i.c.k in.

He should've expected the little b.i.t.c.h to bite him, but stupid f.u.c.ker he was, he didn't. No b.i.t.c.h in their right mind had ever practiced violence on his person.

He yelped in pain and jerked away. Megan scrambled back and stumbled to her feet.

"Go back out there then," she yelled. "I don't care. I talked to them while we were shopping. They told me you're nice to the Bobs and they turn you on and they're dressed in less than I am."

"I ain't treatin' you no different than I treat those s.l.u.ts."

"Liar. They told me how you buy your Club a.s.s drinks. How K-P interviews those girls and then sends the Bobs to you for a final consultation. They're handpicked based on how well they suck you off! I had a long conversation with them about all of it."

Fuming, Christopher grabbed her arm and yanked her to the bed, throwing her on it, then climbing over her. He was so f.u.c.king frustrated with them, knowing who them was.

"You're f.u.c.kin' better than them. Ellen, Kiera, and the Bobs. Better than all us put together. You're f.u.c.kin' better than this. Lettin' motherf.u.c.kers look at you almost naked. Eye f.u.c.k you. Imagine their d.i.c.ks in you seven ways to f.u.c.kin' Sunday."

Only he was supposed to do that. Not his brothers. Not his cousin. Not the members of the support club. No one else but him.

"I didn't dress for them," she admitted, looking up at him. "I dressed for you."

He was about to have a f.u.c.king heart attack. That's the only reason it was beating like a jackhammer in his chest at her words and her earnest look. A weak f.u.c.king heart was the only reason her sweet response went straight through him and pierced all his defenses.

She pulled his head down and planted her mouth on his, opening for him, letting him take over once she touched her tongue to his. His hand slid under her skirt because he was dying to know what she wore underneath.

Thank f.u.c.k, she had a thong on. Her a.s.s was bare but her p.u.s.s.y was covered. Her kisses were wild, her body grinding like a wh.o.r.e's, her nipples hard, the sounds coming from her driving him wild.

Lifting her hips in invitation, she sucked his tongue and he groaned. Her heated skin singed his fingertips, his lips, his hands and mouth.

"Megan, I gotta f.u.c.k you, baby, then we gotta go back out there." He tore her thong and pushed open her legs, thrusting into her hard. She arched against him, exposing her slender throat.

Christopher bit her. "You wanted d.i.c.k, huh?"

"Yeah," she breathed. "Yours."

He closed his eyes and hammered her again and again until she came for him. This was a quick f.u.c.k, to appease his territorial rights over her and her insecurities. He grunted and trembled, filling her with his c.u.m. Afterwards, they lay wrapped around each other, breathing hard.

Christopher rested his chin on the crown of her head. "Put somethin' else on for me, baby. Please. I have to keep my head on straight and I ain't gonna be able to do that if I have to watch over you." And f.u.c.k up any motherf.u.c.ker who looked at her. He'd never thought of himself as the jealous type but with Megan, he'd kill anyone who touched her.

She kissed the spot where his neck and shoulder met. "What do you want me to wear?"

He pulled out of her and leaned back on his hunches. "A burka. A sari. A habit. You choose."

She lifted herself on her elbows. His d.i.c.k hardened all over again at the sight she presented in that outfit, legs spread and revealing her reddened, engorged p.u.s.s.y, his c.u.m leaking from her. Her curled hair was wild now, her lips were swollen, and her cheeks were flushed. He bent and suckled her c.l.i.t and she shuddered. Her head lulled to the side. "I've never worn something so revealing."

"Coulda fooled me," he grumbled, dragging his mouth away from her and sitting up.

"It makes me feel naughty."