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“All I been thinkin’ about is you givin’ another motherfucker your beautiful fuckin’ smile. You lettin’ him in you. I don’t even fuckin’ remember how I got here. Once I tracked Johnnie’s Navigator, then realized Mort’s bike was here, I figured it had something to do with you.”

“You automatically assumed it was me having sex with Easton Love, right?”

“Youwason the phone with him and then lied to my fuckin’ face about why you bailed on our meetin’.”

She glanced at Mortician, who nodded.

“I was on the phone with Mort,” she said. “CJ asked me to talk to them—” She pointed to the four renegades— “and hear their side so they could come back to the club without you killing them.”

Christopher glanced away. “The thought of you with another motherfucker just about kill me, Megan. Only reason Johnnie stayed alive was cuz you ain’t ever fucked him. Otherwise, that motherfucker would’ve been dead, too.”

“So me just smiling at a man orbefriending him—”

“You ain’t bein’ friends with no swingin’ cock, Megan. Ain’teverfuckin’ happenin’.”

She stiffened.

Christopher winced. “I ain’t friends with those bitches at the club! Or no other girl.”

Sniffing, she folded her arms.

He reached for her again, but Mort stepped in front of her. “Prez, Meggie girl not ever cheating on you. She love you.”

“I want to carve this motherfucker face off,” Christopher roared.

Since Meggie couldn’t see from behind Mortician, she assumed Christopher meant Easton.

“The lookalike of the one motherfucker that make Megan forget her own fucking name want to be her advisor.”

“Do you think Nyx is beautiful, Christopher?” Meggie asked.

“Yeah, but I ain’t touchin’ her.”

“We all know how gorgeous you thought Torie was,” she said.

“I’m sick of your fuckin’ bullshit, Megan. I want my sweet angel back.Shewas hard efuckinuff to handle. Hell goddess fuckin’ impossible. You got Outlaw-sanctioned motherfuckers around you. Case fuckin’ closed. You can’t even smile at no other motherfucker. You can’ttalkto no other motherfucker. Or they all fuckin’ die. End of fuckin’ story.”

Meggie was so mad, she wanted to find something and knock Christopher out. He wasn’t called Psycho Stalker Wildman for nothing and she knew the risks she’d taken by pretending she was meeting with Easton Love. But what was she supposed to do? She hadn’t wanted Christopher to shoot Bishop, Narci, Potter, and Torrin on sight. She figured if she and Mortician heard their story and made the decision tobring them back to the club, they’d talk to Christopher together and gentle him down.

After all,she’dunleashed the beast.

For him to expect the benefit of the doubt and not allow jealousy to blind her to their years together without affording her the same courtesy infuriated her.

She poked Mortician’s back and he glanced over his shoulder.

“Take me back to the club,” she ordered.

“You ain’t gettin’ on the back of no motherfucker bike but mine. You outta your motherfuckin’ mind?”

She shook with rage. “Christopher,” she said, fury lacing her voice, “I’m leaving with Mortician. The next time I see your bike, it better be new since we both know I’m not the only woman who was on the back ofyourbike. Narci, Potter, Bishop, and Torrin are returning to the club, unscathed. Easton Love is leaving unmolested. Andyourkilling spree is over. CJ’s been avenged. We’re moving forward and getting back to our regular lives.” She stepped next to Mortician. “Asshole,” she said to her husband, shoved him one last time, then turned to the enforcer. “Let’s go.”

Chapter Thirty-Five

Opening CJ’s door just as she once did—without knocking and uninvited—Harley walked into CJ’s room, prepared to hit him with a retort if he chastised her. Instead, she found him asleep, allowing her an uninterrupted study of him. Free from all her self-doubt and confusion. Unencumbered with the deep-seated belief that she wasn’t good enough or pretty enough for him.

Unburdened by the humiliation of having to undress in front of the camera for Pillar of Earth and touch herself, then have clips of her shame delivered to her phone.

The last time she’d undressed, two days after CJ’s overdose, she’d been in so much pain, bruised from all the licks Nardo delivered to her when she’d told Aunt Zoann she had a study date. In actuality, she’d snuck to Nardo’s house, outraged that her father ordered herand Mommie away from the hospital and told them not to return.