came up for air. “She didn’t want me out of her sight for me to meet you here.”
“For fuckin’ what? You ain’t got no kid.” Fuck, if Christopher didn’t have to come to this motherfucker, he’d stay his ass the fuck home.
“To tell you about Fee, for one thing. Better you hear it from me, than anyone else.”
Fucking motherfucker. Cash had brought this bitch to cover up his fucking Fee.
Mort adjusted a now-sleeping Lou. “Prez, what you thinking?”
“You assfucks accuse me of fuckin’ figurin’ shit out. All the fuck I do is look at fuckin’ body language and facial expressions. For fuckin’ instance, why the fuck Cash decide to show up at one of our fuckin’ father/son days with a club whore, then fuckin’ mention my lil’ sister was at the fuckin’ club?” If he didn’t have Rule on his shoulder, he’d rush Cash, but he couldn’t risk one of his children to beat the fuck out of a stupid assfuck. “Sound to me like you tryin’ to throw me the fuck off, Cash. Cuz you fuckin’ know I ain’t fuckin’ over Megan.”
Cash cleared his throat. “Why would I want to throw you off?”
The entire time, Stretch didn’t move or change expression. Of course, he’d endure the fucking Spanish Inquisition on behalf of Cash. “Maybe cuz you a stupid motherfucker? Or you think my ass the stupid motherfucker?”
“I just thought I’d offer a little fun,” Cash replied, then nodded to Diesel, changing the subject. “Can he come with us or what?”
It shocked the fuck out of him, but in that moment, in this instant, he was a father first. “It’s a fuckin’ school night, so fuck no.”
Diesel’s face crumpled.
“Some other time,” Cash promised Daphne, who came to Christopher again and ran her tongue over her lips.
Needing to regain control, Christopher laid Rule on the bench next to Mort. “You four, go play,” he ordered CJ, Rory, Ryan, and Devon, stepping away from the Bob again, only to have her follow him. Again.
Once the little boys walked away, Christopher grabbed the Bob’s arm, pretending he didn’t see the way CJ kept glancing back.
“Stay the fuck away from me, unless you want me fuckin’ up you and Cash.”
She ran a finger down his arm, her eyes begging for a fuck. “You wouldn’t hurt us, just because we want you to feel good.”
“ You makin’ me feel good mean my wife feelin’ hurt.”
“She wouldn’t have to know.”
“ I would fuckin’ know. I ain’t betrayin’ her. If you thinkin’ about seducin’ me, then you ain’t givin’ a fuck about my girl. That mean, you a threat to her. That mean, you a fuckin’ dead bitch.”
She stepped back, still smiling, not fucking believing him. “Suit yourself. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Fuck all, cuz I got everything I fuckin’ want at my house. Megan my heart and soul. I’ll blow any motherfucker the fuck away who threaten that. I fuckin’ suggest before you fuck with me again, ask some-fucking-body to clue you the fuck in.”
She swallowed, falling from her high fucking horses.
Hoping his point was made, Christopher turned to Diesel. “Ain’t you fuckin’ ‘round with Mindy?”
“Fuck, come on, Christopher,” Johnnie complained. “No fucking way will that last. He’s a sixteen-year-old kid.”
Christopher ignored Johnnie, working out in his head what about the situation bothered him. “Ain’t you with Mindy?” he pressed.
“It’ll only be a little fun, Uncle Chris.”
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with fuckin’ fun, but it ain’t right leadin’ a girl on. You wanna fuck different bitches, ain’t no use pretendin’ you wanna be with one bitch. Ain’t fair to Mindy.”
“I like Mindy a lot, although we aren’t meant to be together. I’m just with her until I get who I really want,” he confessed. “I like Mindy as a friend. She doesn’t have to know if I go with Cash.”
“ You would fuckin’ know. If you fuckin’ like her, don’t smile in her
“For fuckin’ what? You ain’t got no kid.” Fuck, if Christopher didn’t have to come to this motherfucker, he’d stay his ass the fuck home.
“To tell you about Fee, for one thing. Better you hear it from me, than anyone else.”
Fucking motherfucker. Cash had brought this bitch to cover up his fucking Fee.
Mort adjusted a now-sleeping Lou. “Prez, what you thinking?”
“You assfucks accuse me of fuckin’ figurin’ shit out. All the fuck I do is look at fuckin’ body language and facial expressions. For fuckin’ instance, why the fuck Cash decide to show up at one of our fuckin’ father/son days with a club whore, then fuckin’ mention my lil’ sister was at the fuckin’ club?” If he didn’t have Rule on his shoulder, he’d rush Cash, but he couldn’t risk one of his children to beat the fuck out of a stupid assfuck. “Sound to me like you tryin’ to throw me the fuck off, Cash. Cuz you fuckin’ know I ain’t fuckin’ over Megan.”
Cash cleared his throat. “Why would I want to throw you off?”
The entire time, Stretch didn’t move or change expression. Of course, he’d endure the fucking Spanish Inquisition on behalf of Cash. “Maybe cuz you a stupid motherfucker? Or you think my ass the stupid motherfucker?”
“I just thought I’d offer a little fun,” Cash replied, then nodded to Diesel, changing the subject. “Can he come with us or what?”
It shocked the fuck out of him, but in that moment, in this instant, he was a father first. “It’s a fuckin’ school night, so fuck no.”
Diesel’s face crumpled.
“Some other time,” Cash promised Daphne, who came to Christopher again and ran her tongue over her lips.
Needing to regain control, Christopher laid Rule on the bench next to Mort. “You four, go play,” he ordered CJ, Rory, Ryan, and Devon, stepping away from the Bob again, only to have her follow him. Again.
Once the little boys walked away, Christopher grabbed the Bob’s arm, pretending he didn’t see the way CJ kept glancing back.
“Stay the fuck away from me, unless you want me fuckin’ up you and Cash.”
She ran a finger down his arm, her eyes begging for a fuck. “You wouldn’t hurt us, just because we want you to feel good.”
“ You makin’ me feel good mean my wife feelin’ hurt.”
“She wouldn’t have to know.”
“ I would fuckin’ know. I ain’t betrayin’ her. If you thinkin’ about seducin’ me, then you ain’t givin’ a fuck about my girl. That mean, you a threat to her. That mean, you a fuckin’ dead bitch.”
She stepped back, still smiling, not fucking believing him. “Suit yourself. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Fuck all, cuz I got everything I fuckin’ want at my house. Megan my heart and soul. I’ll blow any motherfucker the fuck away who threaten that. I fuckin’ suggest before you fuck with me again, ask some-fucking-body to clue you the fuck in.”
She swallowed, falling from her high fucking horses.
Hoping his point was made, Christopher turned to Diesel. “Ain’t you fuckin’ ‘round with Mindy?”
“Fuck, come on, Christopher,” Johnnie complained. “No fucking way will that last. He’s a sixteen-year-old kid.”
Christopher ignored Johnnie, working out in his head what about the situation bothered him. “Ain’t you with Mindy?” he pressed.
“It’ll only be a little fun, Uncle Chris.”
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with fuckin’ fun, but it ain’t right leadin’ a girl on. You wanna fuck different bitches, ain’t no use pretendin’ you wanna be with one bitch. Ain’t fair to Mindy.”
“I like Mindy a lot, although we aren’t meant to be together. I’m just with her until I get who I really want,” he confessed. “I like Mindy as a friend. She doesn’t have to know if I go with Cash.”
“ You would fuckin’ know. If you fuckin’ like her, don’t smile in her
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