Page 213 of Remiss

She wouldn’t win the two heads argument, even if she pointed out that he considered the head on his shoulders as a part of his body. His penis was another entity entirely.

“Since I accepted you as mine, I ain’t gave no other woman no part of me,” he said. “Not my cock. Or my tongue. Or my heart. Or my loyalty. It all belong to you.Ibelong to you.”

“And I belong to you, Christopher. And Outlaw. I’m your wife and his old lady. I love you. All of you. Every second of every hour of every day, I adore you. Don’t ever doubt that. Don’t ever forget that.”

He thought for a moment. “Who you need more? Christopher or Outlaw?”

“Whoever you are at any given time that’s who I need.”

His shoulders heaved and he glanced away, so Meggie stopped stroking him, lifted herself on an elbow and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look at her again.

“I met you as Outlaw, Christopher.Hewas the man I fell in love with first. You hidChristopherfrom the world.”

“But you found him, baby. You brought him out. You accepted me, both sides. All sides.”

“Put together, they make an incredible whole. My man,” she said. “My Christopher. Can you accept all of me? The new version and the old version?”

“I kinda like the new version,” he admitted. “You still fuckin’ love meandI can kill who the fuck I wanna.” He smiled happily. “You ain’t stoppin’ me and you pointin’ motherfuckers out. Ima get you your own gun. Teach you how to kill if I ain’t available.”

Wondering if he was using reverse psychology on her like she’d used with Rebel, Meggie squinted.

“I still don’t like guns,” she reminded him, testing the waters.

Disappointment stole his excitement.

“You’re serious?” she squeaked.

He frowned. “Hell Goddess love me, too?”

“I, uh,sheadores you as much as your Sweet Angel.” A name she liked better. “As much asme.”

“Ain’t nothin’ else matterin’ then, Megan. I ain’t givin’ a good fuck if you shoot half the motherfuckers who fucked with you. It’ll save me the goddamn time anyfuckinway.”

Oh no.

She waited for him to ask, uh…uh…how did she feel about that? Or…or…tell her that he knew his Megan was still in their somewhere.

“I gotta kill Narci, Torrin, Bishop, Potter…” He narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment. “Fuck, Ima have to look at those fuckin’ videos afuckingain. Some been erased though. Might kill Stretch for that shit. Definitely killin’ Cash and Digger.”

Meggie sagged in relief. Hewasproving a point. They’d already discussed Cash’s future—alive.

She laughed. “Okay, I get your point, Christopher. I don’t like guns and I don’t like the killing unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

He scowled. “You see me motherfuckin’ laughin’? Them…those…motherfuckers fucked with you. They dyin’. Ima start wearin’ my cut with the deeper inside pockets, so I can carry more nines. And Ima add a stomach holster. Probably need a special made one with slots for my stomach and my back.”

“How about this? You killed five people yesterday—”

“And two motherfuckers over the weekend.”

“Right. That’s seven men in less than a week. And you beat up…”

“Stomped.”

“YoustompedCash and Digger. Let’s see how effective that is. Going forward, whoever is a problem, I will personally point out and let you shoot.”

His eyes lit up. “For real, baby?” he breathed as if it was his first Christmas where he’d gotten the best present ever.

“Only if you let bygones be bygones for now. Don’t look back. Let’s go forward.”