“That isn’t what I want you to talk to him about.”
“Then what?”
“You need to tell him he isn’t a freak for not wanting to have sex with a bunch of different women.”
“What the fuck that mean?”
“Just what I said. Not every guy has to be a man whore. CJ is one of those guys.”
“Baby, I know you think the lil’ motherfucker a saint—”
Shaking her head, she laid back in the crook of his arms. “That isn’t it,” she said, and told him about the conversation she had with their boy. “He’s suffering and traumatized. His confidence is completely gone, and no one is giving him a break. You’re the only one who can get through to him.”
“Suppose he really not cut out for the club? Then what?”
“We’ve all been unfair. Not only to him, but all the boys. Ours as well as our nephews. And I don’t even want to consider how the members and their sons feel. What about Diesel? We said he’s ours. Ourson. He’s the oldest in that case and no one ever considered him or the role he could and should play in the club. Is it any wonder he not only feels so insecure but doesn’t see Rebel as his sister?”
“What the fuckthatmean?”
“A lot,” she said and stiffened so fucking much, Christopher knew she was madder than a motherfucker. The more she told him about the scene she overheard and then her confrontation with Diesel and CJ, the angrier she got.
He was going to shoot the fuck out of Diesel and punch the fuck out of CJ. No fucking wonder Axel was panicking so much.
“Leave them alone, Christopher,” Megan ordered, sounding grouchier than that muppet that lived in a garbage can. “By the way, about Celia.”
“We ain’t finished withDiesel.”
“We are. For now. Let’s see how it plays out with Jana. When her and Rebel spend time together, Rebel might be able to get through to her, so she can stand up to that idiot.”
“Rebel the kid. Jana a grown bitch. If she a weak, spineless cunt, that ain’t Rebel’s fucking fault.”
“You’re right, but CJ has a point.Idoubt Rebel would desert us for Diesel. She has changed so much in just a few short weeks. She’d know how much it would devastate us if she ran away. However, on the off chance that he’s right, I want to try to do it this way.”
He'd fucking think about.
“I’m going to start taking Rebel on a quarterly mother/daughter trip.”
Christopher stilled. Turned those words over in his head. Repeated them under his breath. “A mother/daughter trip?” he asked aloud, just to be certain he’d heard correctly. “That mean just you and her?”
“For now,” Megan confirmed, without tripping over the words. At least, that would show she didn’t want to fucking leave him. “When Jo’s older, I’ll take her with us.”
“How much older?”
“When she’s about eighteen months.”
“So, you fuckin’ thinkin’ about going away with Rebel once a quarter for fuckin’ ever?” He’d have a fucking heart attack or a stroke every time Megan walked out the door, fearing she wouldn’t return. “Not just the rest of this year?”
“Yes, silly. Forever. Or at least until she says she isn’t interested in going. I think for our first trip I’ll take her back to LA. We can see Rule again and she can shop to her heart’s content on Rodeo Drive.”
“In other fuckin’ words, you liked bein’ the fuck away from me?” He phrased it as a question, even though in his mind, her certainty rang clearly. “You got to do it four fuckin’ times a year.”
“I hated being away from you, Christopher. But Rebel needs me. She needs the safety of talking to me without fearing she’ll be overheard by one of the boys.”
“You can go to fuckin’ Portland for that!”
“That’ll get old and boring really fast,” Megan huffed. “We go to Portland so much, we should have a second home there.”
Horror washed through him. Now, she was talking about a second fucking home? What the fuck was wrong with her? Didn’t she understand how agonizing and paralyzing their separation was for him? She’d always understood before. He could count on one fucking hand the number of times she’d left town without him.
