Page 111 of Ruptured

Fia moaned and lifted her hips. “Please, Kaia,” she breathed. “Lick me. I want to spend the night fucking you. One or two videos and then Diesel will leave, and it’ll just be me and you.”

Finally giving in, Kaia nodded, stretched out and buried his face between Fia’s legs.

Smiling, Diesel picked up his phone, pulled up the video camera, and pressed the record button.

By the time Christopher walked into Meggie and Rebel’s room, CJ was with the Triplets, Rebel had fallen asleep, and Diesel was MIA. Fine with Meggie. Judging by Christopher’s downturned mouth and distant expression, his mood hadn’t improved.

Scowling, he glanced at her then sat in the chair on the opposite side of Rebel. Meggie resisted pointing out the rocking chair’s comfort.

“How’s Rule?” she asked. “Has he touched down in LA yet?”

Christopher didn’t glance up from his phone. “Landed and settled in his room.”

Meggie nodded, unsure what to say. Telling her husband she hadn’t wanted Rule to go out-of-state wouldn’t go over well. But he was almost a thousand miles away, where she couldn’t hop in her car to visit him. Even if he didn’t want to see her, she could take Father Wilkins with her, so she could talk to his care team.Six hours awaycould be a day trip. Leave early in the morning, spend an hour or two at the facility, and return home by 10PM. But fourteen hours?

“Did you see him before he left?”

Christopher lifted his head long enough to glare at her. “Don’t act like you give a fuck now.”

“Right.” She pretended his words didn’t hurt. “I wish he was closer.”

“You don’t get the fuckin’ right to wish anything,” he snapped, not looking at her again. “You failed him as his ma, so let someone who give a fuck take care of him.”

Meggie flinched. Christopher was still processing Rule’s actions. With their son going to LA, her husband’s pain matched hers. Once she and Rebel were released, Christopher would calm down and see things differently.

“I did fail him,” she said softly. “But I have so many responsibilities.” A stray tear escaped and she swiped it away. “I think if I had help—”

“You got Bunny. That’s enough.”

“I thought it was. Obviously, it isn’t.”

“No. I told you the same thing last summer when you asked me after you found out about Jo. I’mespeciallysayin’ it now.”

Meggie wished she was home to throw a pillow. She didn’t want to risk the one she had landing on a hospital floor. “Youkeep telling me to get over Torie and yet you keep bringing her up.”

Jumping to his feet, he stormed to her and leaned in close. Alcohol, cigarette smoke, leather, and marijuana wafted from him. “Youkeep bringin’ that cunt up, Megan. Not me.”

She shoved his shoulder. “When I asked you last year, you said you’d only trust club girls to help out and you didn’t want me to get the wrong impression if I walked into a room and found you laughing with this mystery girl. Why else would you say you won’t do itespeciallynow, if it isn’t because of Torie?”

“Sheisthe fuckin’ reason, but it ain’t cuz of her. It’s cuz of you and your fuckin jealousy. I was gonna getherto help you, but look how the fuck that turned out,” he yelled.

“We could’ve hired Gypsy! Danicka even offered to help me.”

“Fuck no to both those bitches. Gypsy cuz she always puttin’ you in the middle of her and Derby shit. It’s why I ain’t wanted her around Rule. Danicka can’t help you cuz she might give you ideas to fuck another motherfucker.” He stomped back to the chair, sat, and glowered at her. “You ain’t gettin’ no more fuckin’ help. You been makin’ it work all these fuckin’ years. Continue to make that motherfucker work.”

“When Jo gets home—”

“Oh, so you remember her now? I bet you ain’t even seen her since you been here and she right around the fuckin’ corner.”

“How do you know who I’ve seen since it hasn’t been you.”

“I’m here every fuckin’ night, so shut the fuck up.”

“You’re acting like a moron, Christopher. I need help. You don’t want the club girls? Fine. You don’t want outsiders for obvious reasons? Also fine. I have the perfect solution.”

He picked up his phone again. “Still fuck no.”

“I want to hire Bishop as our cook, even part-time, and Kaia Riggs to clean the house. They’re young, so I’m sure they can help with the Triplets, too.”