Which was exactly where the fuck Mort was bringing that motherfucker.
“You give good head and got a decent ass to fill with my cum. It’s probably leaking from you right now.”
“Ewww,” Symphony mumbled behind Mort.
Ewwwwas fucking right.
“Still wish I could’ve got in your cunt, but you reserve that for Derby and I decided not to force my cock in you since you was so willing in every other way.”
“You used me to see Mortician?” Gypsy wailed.
“Cunt,youopened your fucking mouth and told me why the fuck you wanted to come here. I would’ve just dropped you the fuck off if you ain’t said you needed to meet this motherfucker about plastic surgery.”
“You fucking found me,” Mortician inserted, praying Gypsy had sent the fucking text since she hadn’t moved her ass and left to make a fucking call. “What the fuck you want?”
“Cleaner’s been looking for me, too. Motherfucker never looked for me before. I know what that meant. Bash is pissed and sent him to fuck me up.” His nose reddened and more tears pooled in his eyes. “After everything I did for Bash, too.”
“That’s not fucking explaining why you wanted to seeme,” Mortician gritted.
“I wanted one beer with you and Gypsy? And a burger because I’m hungry. I’ll clear out afterwards.”
Allowing this little motherfucker to sit and break bread with them would allow Mortician to text Outlaw while they waited for the order. Once Wally, Jr. started eating, Mort would excuse himself and make the call. Fuck, he didn’t like that plan because he didn’t trust the motherfucker. This wasn’t a fucking situation with limitless time and endless possibilities. Urgency stirred in Mort’s gut, especially because two defenseless women were in the mix.
“I’ll cook you something when we get back to my apartment,” Gypsy offered, still crying but not fucking falling apart. Instead, she was opening her fucking mouth for the wrong fucking reason. “We can stop at the market on the way there.”
He couldn’t allow Gypsy to ride off with the motherfucker. Against his better fucking judgment, Mort caved. “Fine. Eat, but you paying.”
“Always fucking heard you was cheap.”
“Take the offer or get the fuck out.”
“This is a public establishment.”
One of the fucking problems.
“I can pay,” Gypsy offered.
Wally, Jr. ignored her, hooked his thumbs in his pockets and rocked on his heels. “If I can’t have a brew and a burger with an old friend, can I at least take a piss in this public place?”
“We was never friends, motherfucker,” Mort snapped.
Tee slid out of the booth and looked at Wally, Jr. “Let me know what you’d like to eat. I’ll be happy to cook it.”
“Listen up, motherfucker,” Mortician growled. “This motherfucker not here as your fucking friend. You need money that fucking bad? I’ll give it to you.”
Wally, Jr. snickered. “I’ll take a leak while you two settle this,” he said, strolling past Mortician and smirking at him.
“This is my establishment, Mort,” Tee gritted, the moment Wally, Jr. disappeared from view.
“Don’t give a fuck. Don’t ever interfere in my fucking business again. That motherfucker not here for you.”
“Maybe not originally, but then he asked for a beer andyouturned him down.Iown this place.”
“If you want to stay the fuck alive to enjoy this motherfucker, sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up. Unless you don’t have ears, you heard him talking about a blonde and you fucking know the only two blondes connected to Outlaw are Meggie and Rebel. Or, maybe, it’s your fucking brain that’s the fucking issue and youdidn’tput it together that not only did he want to hurt one of them but he fuckingattackedMattie. Johnnie’s daughter.”
Still not willing to give up, Tee swallowed. “I don’t know all kids…”
Mortician narrowed his eyes at that blatant lie. “There’s a lot of little motherfuckers running around but I fuckingknowyou aware of Harley, Rebel, and Mattie.”
