Page 58 of Ruptured

Yeah, how’d she like that? A fucking couch potato, stewing in misery because…because…Mrs. Potatowas so fucking tired of life she was doing everyfuckinthing to get her little ass cooked.

After his trip to Roseberg, Christopher was finally getting answers from all the fuckheads betraying him. Then Jo needed heart surgery and…and Megan lost her fucking mind thinking he was cheating…and he lost the goddamn plot.

He hadn’t sufficiently made her understand how discovering Ma and Cee Cee were married shook him. He knew people. He could fucking justify the story she’d led him to believe his entire life all the fuck he wanted to. But Cee Cee wasn’t a motherfucker who followed the orders of others. And Ma…despite the abuse she suffered at Logan’s hands, Christopher had vague memories of Fred Sterling. Comforting him when he’d been a little kid and he’d been in such pain. Protecting him when no one else would, not even Ma. Images of Christopher crying for her,screamingfor her, while she pretended he didn’t exist.

Slowly, she becameMa, the woman who loved and protected him. The womanRackfucking killed. The struggling, single mother who hadn’t deserved her lot in life.

It was that woman he saw in Torie. She was Ma and he was Dex. He’d thought to save her when he hadn’t been able to save his mother. He’d wanted Dex to have the mother Christopher had always longed for.

Instead, he was beginning to suspect Torie and Ma were cut from the same fucking cloth. Lying manipulative cunts.

His grief over Patricia’s death had long ago subsided, but now, he didn’t know how to feel. He couldn’t believe how much he missed her sometimes. If thirty-three was too soon to lose his mother, then it definitely was for a little kid like Dex.

Christopher drew in a deep breath and scrubbed a hand over his face. He’d put his mother on a pedestal, always believing her sometimes less than nice treatment of him stemmed from her past. She could be harsh, demanding, and judgmental, and so fucking unfair that she’d almost destroyed Zoann with her insistence that his sister not seek counseling.

At Cee Cee’s orders? Big Joe’s?Logan’s?

It hurt Christopher so fucking much that the pedestal he’d placed Patricia on was crumbling under the weight of his suspicions.

If Bash wasn’t such a motherfucker, he’d ask if the American Scorpions had a Free Bird named Fred Sterling. Then, Christopher could piece the shit together on his own. He was almost certain when Fred left and never returned, Big Joe, Joey, Logan, and Rack also went away. It was the last fucking time Rack ever mentioned Wally, Jr. Christopher remembered that big balled motherfucker saying he was meeting with that dickhead. He hadn’t said it directly to Christopher. It was more like a whisper floating on the wind.

If that was the case…

Then what? It wouldn’t matter.

All those motherfuckers, except Wally, Jr., was dead, and Bash was a motherfucker. He’d gone back into hiding after fucking over Christopher by taking his motherfucking money andstillfucking with Megan the next goddamn day.

After that shit was Molly’s Christmas Day breakdown, Jo’s surgery and Megan’s unnecessary jealousy. Then, thanks to another stupid motherfucker, Megan turned into an exquisite, sexy little Ice Queen…Hell Goddess…hot as fuck but scary because Christopher didn’t know where that left him.

As much as he’d loved his mother, the only woman who’d destroy him was Megan.

Torie couldn’t fucking behave, so his woman lost her fucking mind again, turning intoCruella de Shrek, ordering assassinations and fucking green with jealousy.

Then she decided Rebel should date. Then she froze him and their sons out because their boys were mini club members. What the fuck ever, but what the fuck hadsheexpected? Besides,theycould’ve told their Ma anyfuckintime what they wanted. He’d merely brought them in on a mission to protect her, so why was she turning again his fucking ass? She could’ve just punished them.

Then CJ overdosed, and Megan wanted to throw motherfuckers in a barrel and drown them in fucking acid.

Then…then…fucking then!

Mostly cuz of Megan. Especially Rule.

There, he’d fucking said it. Fuck her. She shouldn’t have been so fucking distracted by other shit,stupid shit, that she allowed that psycho cunt to almost fucking kill her.Andwhile she was busy orderingothermotherfuckers’ deaths, she’d fucking hesitated to plunge that fucking ice pick in Rule’s motherfucking eye. Or neck. Oranyfuckinwhere.

A threat was a motherfucking threat.

Despite Rule’s illness, his disgust, fury and virulent hatred for Rebel ran rampant. Christopher understood the reasons but that didn’t mean a part of him still didn’t want to put Rule out of his fucking misery as the source of so much goddamn trauma. Regret welled inside Christopher. And his anger toward Megan, no matter how he tried to fight it, dug deeper into him. All his thinking just reaffirmed thatshewas the reason Rule hadn’t gotten help the minute he began hearing voices.

Discovering Megan spoke to him and allowed him to talk her out of seeking help for him only pissed Christopher off further. She’d allowed a kid to dictate how shit should’ve gone. Why the fuck should Christopher have had to borne the burden of such a monumental decision on his own? CJ was right that Christopher could’ve stepped in, but him and Megan were a fucking team. More than that,shewas Rule’s ma. She would’ve pouted and probably locked Christopher out of her pussy if he committed Rule against her wishes. Or worse, since the new version of her gave him a pass for fuck all. Sudden guilt eroded his fury and he drank again. What the fuck was he saying? He was so fucking grateful Megan survived. Rebel and Rule, too. He couldn’t change what happened. While the outcome wasn’t optimal, it was so much better than the fucking alternative.

Not that it mattered. His home and family felt broken, irreparably ruptured, shattered into a million pieces that he didn’t know how to repair. He needed Megan. He needed her not to be so wrapped up in Rebel and Kaia. And, now, Rebel and Diesel. Over that motherfucker’s bullet-riddled, carved-up, broken motherfucking body.

Anyfuckinway… Megan needed tolistento him and bar Rebel from ever dating and back off CJ. Let Christopher handle him. If she hadn’t been concerned about whether their boy fucked or finished high school, she would’ve recognizedRuleneeded her more. But, no. His woman was stuck on stupidshit. Rebel. CJ. The Triplets. MotherfuckingTorie. Making Christopher pay for the sin of trying to protect Megan from a situation that made him look guilty as fuck. That bitch hadn’t even told the truth about her man’s name! What happened to Megan’s goddamn trust in him? Her understanding that what he did, no matter how fucked up it wasorlooked, was forherfucking good?

His entire fucking existence was dedicated to her.

Torie could’ve grinded her naked pussy against his cock and stuck her tongue down his throat. ChristopherexpectedMegan to use logic and looked at the situation before jumping to conclusions. Hadn’t Kendall did something similar and Christopher knocked the fuck out of her? Hadn’t those cunts Derby tried to set him up with?

If his cock wasn’tina bitch, if he wasn’t returning a bitch’s kiss, then Megan should’ve checked herself and sat the fuck down. She should’ve trusted him. Fuck Torie and every other bitch who wanted him or his dick.