“I will talk to Roxy and everyone else,” she told him. “We will be on our best behavior.”
“Fuck, I hope so. Mort told me that Bailey wasn’t coming.”
Meggie sniffed. “At least something’s working out.”
“That’s your fuckin’ cousin.”
“Don’t remind me,” Meggie grumbled, remembering those stupid letters she’d read even before Christopher decided to tell her about Bailey. “Anything else I should know?”
“I want you on the back of my bike tonight? We got enough cars for our lil’ motherfuckers to ride in.” He kissed her and thrust his erection against her thigh. “After we leave dinner, you and me can go for a spin.”
“Okay.”
“How’s Rule?”
Meggie sighed. She wouldn’t betray her son’s confidence or tell her husband that she’d warned the priest if he interfered with Rule again, not only wouldn’t the rectory be rebuilt to his expensive specifications, but she’d see to it that he was reassigned to another parish so she merely explained that Freya was concerned that Rule might have a setback with the medication change. She also told Christopher about Bianca and he promised he’d take care of it.
“Before I fuckin’ forget, we movin’ Molly to LA. She’s leavin’ tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” There would’ve been paperwork to complete and payments to be made. All types of arrangements that she could’ve seen to while… “Christopher!” she said, poking him. “You waited to move her until I was home.”
“I ain’t wanted you to stay until Monday,” he grouched. “I missed you too fuckin’ muchandthose fuckin’ tests tonight. I need you there when Kendall confirm Jana belong to Johnnie.”
Christopher would never change where she was concerned. He’d find a way to bendsituations exactly to his will. Shaking her head, she sat up. “Why don’t we take a quick bath together? I can tell you all about Kaia, Axel, and the dinner I took Rebel to.”
“You was so fuckin’ gorgeous in that outfit.”
She’d sent him a selfie and also a photo of her and Rebel that Xanders snapped.
“Rebel wished I would’ve taken her for a burger.”
Christopher snickered. “I prefer fuckin’ burgers, too.”
Meggie nodded and shoved the covers aside.
“Megan, Molly gettin’ the best care. When we visit Rule, we gonna see her, too.”
“I know, Christopher,” she said, gave him a quick kiss, and got to her feet. She turned and met his gaze. “I trust you to take care of her, our kids, and everyone else, but mostly especially, me,” she said softly and blew him a kiss before scampering away.
“I opened her twat wide and shoved four fingers in.” Torrin snickered, puffed his cigarette, and then continued. “She creamed all over my hand. Juiciest, loosest pussy I ever fucked.”
Joining the laughter, Diesel flicked ashes from his cigarette. He’d intended to shower in a guestroom—his was still destroyed—and then wait until it was time to go to Celia’s. Instead, his friends made their way downstairs, after delivering a ton of luggage for Aunt Meggie and Rebel.
He had time to change—CJ wasn’t even home yet and he’d already brought Jana her diamond bracelet to wear tonight, so he went outside onthe landing to smoke, shoot the shit, and unwind.
He’d had a relatively easy day, filled with two meetings, several phone calls, and signing his new contract as a junior partner at the firm. Brooks had been a no-show. Probably because he’d feared Uncle Christopher arriving and dragging him to the meat shack. Kendall hadn’t allowed them to do it last night. Her only concession was waiting for Brooks outside so they could talk to him.
Once Diesel related what Kendall told him about Charlotte’s visit, Uncle Christopher and Bash informed Brooks of his wife’s Salt Lake City excursion. Diesel almost felt sorry for Brooks at his haggard defeat and dawning grief.
He knew that bitch would die very soon.
“What’s Miss Loose Pussy’s name?” Narci asked, laughing as if the conversation had continued. “I might have to sample her pussy myself,” Narci said.
“Fuck, bro, I’m curious, too,” Potter admitted. “Can’t be one of the regulars.”
Diesel jammed the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and squinted. The smoke irritated his eyes, but he’d forgotten to text Uncle Christopher that as soon as he was free, Diesel needed to talk to him about Tabitha. He was almost certain that cunt would be at Celia’s. “I’m curious, too.”
“Fuck off, D. You’re committed to Jana,” Narci reminded him. “Remember?”
