“Another one?” Zoann croaked.
“Yes.
“I’m sorry to have disturbed you, Meggie. Go—”
“We’re sisters. Family. No apologies necessary.”
“Where’s Ryan?”
“Christopher took him back to our room. He’ll quiet him down and lay him with CJ.”
Rustling noises. Val figured Meggie was moving away from Zoann.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Another time,” Zoann said in a small, tired voice.
“Whenever you’re ready.”
“Wh-what time is it?”
“Five. I’m going to check on Momma, then put a pot of coffee on for us. Your alarm will go off in about fifteen minutes, anyway, so you can get ready for work.”
“I dreamed that Matthew was there, trying to get to me, but the locked door stopped him.”
“Val wouldn’t have allowed any door—nothing—to stop him from getting to you.”
“Have you told Christopher about what happened to me?”
Meggie drew in a deep breath. “No,” she said quietly. “It’s the first thing I’ve never shared with him. You asked me to keep it to myself, though. I haven’t told anyone and nor will I. Not until you give me permission to do it. Anyway, if I would’ve told him, you would know. He’d take you talking about it as a sign for him to talk about it and he—”
“He won’t care.”
“Why do you keep saying that? Of course he cares.”
Zoann didn’t respond and a few minutes later, Meggie departed. Val stood and swayed, the thought to go to Zoann’s room crossing his mind, but he smelled like sex, sweat, and alcohol, and the pills were already buzzing in his veins. Before he made a firm decision, April snatched the phone up and shut it off, then shoved it under the pillow she’d been sleeping on.
She got to her feet and walked to him, wrapping her arm around his neck and stroking his cock with the other hand.
“What happened to her?” she asked, licking the ink covering his neck scar.
“Fuck all to do with you.’
“When’s Christopher gonna get tired of one pussy and fuck me again?”
Val frowned, wondering who the fuck...Fuck! Was she talking about Outlaw? The only chicks who called Outlaw by his given name were Meggie and Zoann. Of course, Outlaw had never prohibited other bitches from calling him Christopher, so there was no harm in April using his given name.
“Sooner or later he will, babe,” he responded. Why was his statement so fucked up and illogical?
April bit his nipple and caressed his dick. “She know I fucked him?”
Val laughed, thinking of Meggie’s reaction. Of course, she had to fucking know Outlaw had stuck his fucking dick in most of the bitches who’d been around since before her arrival. “Don’t know and don’t give a fuck,” he rumbled, his eyes closing in bliss at the glide of her tongue down the center of his body.
“Maybe, I should tell her.” Her breath fanned his balls.
Tell who what? Oh, yeah. Clue Meggie in. He frowned, unable to put all the pieces together. Fuck, he needed to give up this bullshit. It would get him fucking killed one day. “Yeah, babe, do that. Stir some shit up because you’re so fucking good at it. It’s been too fucking quiet around here.” He missed the days of girls doing anything and everything for their attention. Now, they had to take Meggie’s presence into consideration. Fine for Outlaw. Boring as fuck for brothers not wanted by the woman he wanted. “Meggie can’t do shit about it, anyway.”
April looked at him through the sweep of her lashes, swirling her tongue around his dick head, making him forget. He’d come three times over the course of the night, so it took half an hour of fucking April’s mouth for him to empty his balls down her throat.
“Now, do me,” she said, returning to bed and situating her ass on the edge, her legs splayed.
Having been trained from the age of twelve—younger if he took the porn he’d watched into consideration—to sexually please a woman, Val dropped to his knees and buried his face between April’s legs, slipping his fingers in and out of her creamy hole and giving her clit a tongue massage.
He knew how to make April come, so he got her off quick, then stood and wiped his mouth off. She rolled to the side she’d slept on, laughter pealing from her, adding to his renewed annoyance. She must’ve taken some shit while Val had been deciding if he should go to Zoann.
Realizing he still had his foot stuck in one of his pant legs, he cursed and kicked the jeans away, the room swirling around him. He plopped onto the bed and fell back, closing his eyes.
“I think I’m going to tell Meggie,” she said in a singsong voice.
Val popped an eye open. “Tell Meggie what?”
“That I’ve fucked Christopher.”
“Are you shitting me?” Val hooted with laughter. Yeah, let the stupid bitch open her big mouth. “If Meggie doesn’t know, Outlaw would fucking bury you.”
April was pretty, with ink all over her body, black hair, and gorgeous eyes, a Kat Von D lookalike, although skinnier. “It’s been so boring around here lately,” she whined in complaint. “Let me tell her and have a little fun.”
Val had been thinking much the same thing.
“The bitches aren’t as lewd. The parties aren’t as wild. The sex isn’t as spontaneous. You know I’m right, Val. At one time, all I did was lick my lips at one of you and I was pulled to my knees to suck dick, then have the daylights fucked out of me. When was the last time any of you pulled a train here? Ever since Outlaw decided to keep Meggie, shit changed.”
Val rolled onto his stomach, ready to sleep the day away until time for John Boy’s party tonight. They’d been all upset when Ophelia called to back out of the party, along with the rest of their coven of bitchy sisters.
That shit was something to celebrate, not be disappointed over.
“Please?” April’s voice banged in his head. “At the birthday party. You know it won’t be anything but shitty music, Christopher pretending he didn’t have a dick before Meggie and Kendall tracking Johnnie’s every move. Instead of fucking and grunting, we’re going to hear cooing and babbling from babies.”
Raising up on his elbow, Val reached for the nearly empty bottle of rum, doing his best to hold on to this train of conversation. “I have enough fucking problems.” At least, for now, he barely remembered what the fuck they were. “Don’t need to play games with Outlaw’s wife.”
“Come on, Val! Christopher won’t be able to take her crying over her dead brat much longer.”
“Probably not,” Val agreed, although her category for Meggie’s baby topped the fucked-up list. “Meggie going through a lot. He told me all about it. We even looked it up online. Some girls cry for months after they lose a baby. That shit can’t be easy, babe. Meggie felt that baby moving inside her and shit. She’d gotten shit for him.”
“Oh, who cares? Meggie’s cool but she’s a stupid bitch. All she has to do is look in the goddamn mirror and she’ll see her baby’s murderer. Herself. She risked her baby, so I don’t feel an ounce of pity that it died.”
“I like Meggie, babe, and it don’t matter if she’s to blame, she’s still suffering.”
“Whatever. I just wish Meggie was older and more streetwise. We’d fuck our way through so many brothers,” April said wistfully. “She and Bunny would be my fuck buddies. Kendall and Zoann would be my lick buddies. I’d eat their pussies for hours and wouldn’t even care if they didn’t eat mine back. All that red hair on Kendall’s head and Zoann is just so fucking pretty. Those eyes of hers are like amber flames. I’d be in fucking heaven if I could do all the things with them that I did with some of the other chicks before Meggie got here.”
“Meggie haven’t slept with nobody but Outlaw.”
“Well, just like he’s going to get tired of the same old wet pussy, she’s going to get curious about other dicks.”
Been there, done that. She’d been curious as fuck about John B
oy’s dick.
“Meggie has to toughen up. She’s here all the time, so she’s going to be one of the first bitches to get shit when shit goes down.”
“You think you have all this shit figured out, huh, babe?”
April shrugged. “I’ve been watching the Others, so I have them figured out.”
“The Others? Who are they?”
“The cunts that only get one dick in them. Meggie, Kendall, Zoann, and Bailey.”
Fucking crazy bitch, but that’s one of the things he’d always enjoyed about April. She kept shit interesting. “Would Bailey be a fuck buddy or a lick buddy?”
“Are you fucking kidding? I’d fuck Bailey, eat her, use a strap on with her, and teach her how to do trains with me. She’d be my fuckable, lickable, fuck buddy.”
Val sniggered. “Sick fucking bitch.”
“I’m perfect just the way I am,” she declared. “Back to Meggie.”
“Fuck, why?”
“Because she’s a stupid bitch and I want to teach her a little sense. Point: she’d been telling Kendall to fuck off in so many words all the time, then decided to go to Spoon’s MC. Ridiculous. Her Mary Poppins ass is floating the fuck around here and I’m fucking waiting to hear about fucking hills singing.”
“Babe, how the fuck you playing your fucking I-fucked-Outlaw game gonna give her sense?”
“Because either she’s going to break as Outlaw’s old lady or she’s going to learn to kick fucking ass. My bet is she’ll break before this is all over and walk away.” She flopped back on the pillow. “Remember when that was a real game? Who Did You Fuck? And if bitches didn’t fuck the right brothers, we’d rub it in the faces and make them watch as we fucked whoever. Remember?”
Fuck, yes, he remembered good, old days gone by. Grabbing his pills again, Val squinted. One fucking pill left.
“You want to fuck Meggie.”
“What’s your fucking point?” he snapped, tossing the bag aside in disgust and crashing back against his pillow. He wouldn’t bother denying or confirming April’s accusation. Before Kendall arrived, Meggie had been the first fucking girl not fair game. Even Kendall had the decency to arrive naked and with the intentions of fucking the first time she visited.
“I just want a teeny bit of fun.” She held her finger and thumb open by the merest fraction. “This much. That’s all. What do I ever ask you to give me?”
“Dick and tongue.”
She swatted his arm. “Well, I give you pussy, ass, and mouth.”
“Babe—”
“I also keep you supplied.”
“So do a couple others.”
“Yeah, but I’m your main supplier. You don’t have too many of these skanks you trust to get your uppers, downers, Viagra,” she added with a sly smile.
Val growled. “I don’t get the dick pills from no other bitch but you.” He hated that he needed them sometimes thanks to the effects of some of the other pills on his dick.
Malfunctioning dick. Excessive pussy diving. Lost moments in time. Breaking the fucking bank. Loser dickhead status. Hiding his habit from Outlaw.
Fuck. If that list didn’t make him put this shit down, what the fuck would? The last time it had taken fucking Char and almost getting beaten to death by Mortician.
What would it take this time? Od’ing? Outlaw discovering it? He’d talked to him weeks ago and Val had sworn to leave the shit alone. Fucking the wrong girl? But there were no girls wrong for him. He was wrong for them and he was just a horrible fucking asshole to and for Zoann.
April stretched her body out next to his and Val pushed her away.
“Suppose your brothers find out when you drink too much and take too many pills your dick stays soft?” she asked in unconcerned tones, staring at the ceiling without blinking. “I can always have fun that way.”
“Fine, babe,” Val conceded, too tired to give a fuck anymore. “Just do me a fucking favor.”
Her eyes gleamed in anticipation. “What?”
“Make sure you let fucking Kendall know you fucked John Boy, too.”
Chapter Fourteen
“Happy birthday, Johnnie.”
Later that evening, Zoann held a gift out to her cousin, pretending his wink didn’t charm her. But that was Johnnie, a rogue and a charmer. Swatches of his tousled light blond hair fell carelessly over his forehead and the look in his silver-gray eyes held something akin to…kindness.
She wondered if Meggie told him about her nightmares. Then, again, even if she didn’t, his room wasn’t too far from Zoann’s. He’d probably heard her screaming.
He shook the wrapped present and a smile tugged at her mouth at his look of dismay. As much for the mystery of the present as it was for her giving him one, she decided.
“What is it?” he asked suspiciously.
“A blow up doll,” she responded with sarcasm, always her best defense to shield herself against any hurt. They rejected her all the time. Or, more to the point, her hostility. She deserved it for her venom, but it still tore her in two.
Mortician, the club enforcer and all around sexy-as-hell man package, lifted a brow, his long fingers gripping the bottle of Cuervo and letting it hover near his lips. He’d forgiven her bitchiness during the last Christmas her mother had been alive. He wasn’t so bad. As a matter of fact, his one-liners cracked her up.
“He got Red, girl. He don’t need a fucking plastic pussy.”
Christopher scowled at the comment and slanted a glance toward Meggie.
Her brother wouldn’t soon forgive Kendall AKA Red for leading Megan on a mission that cost both of them their unborn babies. Worse, Meggie had ended up with placental abruption. If Zoann was grateful for anything that happened in the last two and a half months, it was Meggie not needing a hysterectomy.
“On second thought, it might make up for him not having another pussy to fuck if a blow-up bitch in there, Chester,” Mortician continued, wiping his mouth after gulping half the contents of the bottle.
“Whatever you say, Antichrist,” Zoann responded sweetly, satisfied at his glare. He didn’t like her nickname for him, so when he called her Chester—referring to her chestnut colored hair—she hit him with it. “I’ll remember that, by the way, since you need one yourself. You do remember Bailey, don’t you?”
“You a cold ass motherfucker, you know that, Chester?” he growled, throwing her a dirty look.
Zoann shrugged, pleased at Christopher’s and Johnnie’s snickers and her brother’s wink. Since she’d moved in, she’d softened towards those two degenerate reprobates.
“Are you going to open it or not, Johnnie?” she bit out, needing to get away from the birthday barbeque. She’d been on duty at the hospital since 6:45AM. The moment she’d arrived at the club, she’d gone to check on her son and found him asleep with CJ, in the baby bed in her room. She’d wrapped her cousin’s present and then hurried outside before she could run into Val and one of his whores. “I need to shower before Ryan wakes up, so if you’re opening it, do it now.”
Mortician held up his bottle of tequila, allowing the dying rays of the sun to glimmer on the golden liquid. Some of his dreads were queued while the rest hung down his back. He needed a shave, too, but the stubble added to his gorgeous thuggery. His diamond ear studs, skull ring, and popping muscles helped, as well. He smirked at her, knowing she checked him out. But she could do that with him. She’d realized he was safe. He might be an interminable flirt—womanizer—but he also had a sense-of-humor and a strict code where women were concerned. “Why don’t you come chill by me?”
Code for be prepared to see Matthew with another random girl again.
Her head pounded at the hint and the nausea she’d fought off all day slammed into her. She pressed a hand against her belly and Mortician narrowed his pretty eyes. His dawning realization mortified her. She was a prude and an idiot but, somehow, knowing they knew she was pregnant a second time shamed her. They’d know she’d fallen for Matthew’s tactics again.
“Let’s see this gift, sweetheart,” Johnnie rumbled with a tender smile.
The moment he began to tear the paper from the gift, Kendall strained her neck from where she stood at a table next to Meggie and a few of the old ladies from the club. They’d been talking amongst themselves and serving food to stray guests. He hadn’t gotten a quarter into opening his present before Kendall headed toward them.
Zoann gritted her teeth, her loyalty and like for Meggie prejudicing her thoughts against Kendall. Meggie insisted she was as much to blame as Kendall for the tragedy. Zoann agreed with Christopher, though, but ceded to Meggie’s wishes and tried to let bygones be bygones. If only Kendall acted like an independent woman and not a little girl.
Zoann talked to her and attempted to get her to understand a few things about trauma and tragedy. She’d almost shared the details of her rape with Kendall, then decided against it. She didn’t trust her with the information.
Kendall was a fucking idiot and annoyed the hell out of Zoann.
“Gift opening passed an hour ago,” Kendall announced, glancing at her watch. Not greeting anyone.
Sniffing, Zoann rolled her eyes at Johnnie’s tender smile. She would never have believed any woman would ever steal Johnnie’s heart. She was damn sorry this bitch had. Folding her arms to keep from decking her almost-cousin-by-marriage, she watched as Kendall squatted down and tore into the paper with Johnnie.
Her dark red brows drew together at the gift book with a collection of Harleys and she shoved some of her hair behind her ear. It had grown longer since Spoon, her ex-boyfriend and Dweller friend-turned-foe, had chopped it off. “This is just a bunch of motorcycles.”
“Good to see you putting your law degree to use with such an accurate observation,” Zoann snapped, reminding herself the woman had issues. She needed understanding.
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