Val blinked, then scrubbed his face as if he was resetting his brain. “Bad off, Outlaw. I talked to her doctor, and he said she need specialized care. Griffin gave me a list of options, but they so fucking expensive. What about logistics? Do we just institutionalize her and forget about her? I sure the fuck can’t ask Mort for more money.”
“The place Rule at got a medical facility nearby. Across the parking lot and through the fucking trees. I can have her moved there and give Wilcunt power of attorney over her as long as he sign Rule back over to us.”
“What about the rectory?”
“The lil’ motherfucker can prioritize. I ain’t releasin’ no fuckin’ funds to him if that lil fuckhead don’t fuckin’ behave.”
“Suppose he don’t want to give up power of attorney over Rule?”
“Then the lil’ fuckhead need to pay one of the club girls to push out his kid.”
“Fuck, he do like them a lot.”
“When they want to move Molly?”
“As soon as possible. She stable and there’s not much more they can do for her.”
“Okay. I’ll tell CJ tonight. Megan comin’ home Wednesday. I’ll have Molly moved Thursday. If I tell her what’s happenin’, Megan might want to be there to make sure Molly got everything she need.”
“That makes sense. She’d probably stay an extra three or four day, so this low motherfucker move warranted.”
“I think so,” Christopher agreed.
“I got to get going, brother,” Val said. “My girl need her fence reinforced.”
Hogzilla, he meant. “Your fuckin’ girl would feed a lot of motherfuckers. She’d make good ass barbeque.”
“Her Uncle Outlaw don’t mean that. He knows how much her daddy love her.”
Christopher snickered. “Bye, Val.”
Val gave him a two-fingered salute. “Stay busy until Meggie get back.”
Once Val left, Christopher dialed Kendall’s number again. “I got some free time,” he started when voicemail picked up. “I wanted to stop in so we can talk about the DNA tests. Call me when you get this.”
Unlike the last time she went to LA, Megan called Christopher from the airport after the plane touched down, when she got to the house, and before she went to sleep. Their phone sex reminded him of the times he’d been on the road, missing her and wishing he could’ve brought her. She was good at phone fucking, taking him to a place where he could almost feel her mouth on him. This time was no different.
Excepthewas different.
He’d taken care of business yesterday, made sure to keep tabs on Gunner, sent the boys to school, and ate the meal Bishop prepared. Megan called him before his day started, while he was still in bed. He hadn’t heard from her again until late last night.
The depth in which he wanted to be with Megan told him that he’d outgrown the club. Or the club outgrew him. Everyone made a mountain out of a molehill over Bash. He’d become a non-issue. After the DNA tests, everything would be settled with concrete certainty.
Christopher wasn’t needed at the club. Diesel and his crew would better serve it. He no longer knew the club girls or the new hangarounds.
So fucking much had escaped him these last several months as he fought to save his marriage that he fucked up. He didn’t know how to revive his inner circle, men who made the club tolerable and gave Christopher the support he needed among the generalmembership. Yet knowingMegandidn’t enjoy the club any longer got to him more than anything else.
Through all his years of dividing his time, fuck hispersonality, between the club and his wife, she’d been at his side, supporting him, cheering him, and teaching him how to be a better man. She was a welcome, daily presence at the club. Now, she’d force herself to go because of him.
She’d ignore her own happiness and attend club functions or whatever else he asked of her after half the motherfuckers there turned their fucking backs on her and hadn’t cared if Bash killed her.
Waiting until CJ came of age to step down suddenly seemed a very long time. His boy would beof agein sixteen months. He could prospect, but even fast tracking him would take at least a year. There was no getting around that, no matter what other plans Christopher and Diesel had to install CJ as president.
What of that office? Christopher still wasn’t convinced CJ could be in the top spot. Besides, how would that look? For as long as there’d been a club, the President of the Mother Chapter also served as National and International President of the entire organization.
CJ had been to Europe twice on family vacations, but Christopher never took his boys away the way Big Joe had to introduce him tothe overseas chapter presidents and socialize with them. Fuck, Christopher hadn’t gone in five years. He’d been riding so high on the peace wave, he hadn’t even bothered to visit any chapters. He saw a lot of his members on the bi-annual runs—one of which he missed last year—and that was that.
It seemed as if his club had stopped mattering as much long before they fucked over Megan. That merely completed Christopher’s disconnect.
