Page 10 of Rebellious

She poked him. “Answer.”

Gritting his teeth, Christopher pulled his disappointed cock out of her and set her on her feet. “Probably Axel with a secret cell phone.”

“His debit card is still suspended.”

As if that mattered. The little motherfucker was resourceful. Christopher needed him on his good side so he wouldn’t clue his ma in. “He’s probably ready to fuck up one of his brothers.”

Laughing, Megan nodded.

Christopher sighed and started to walk away just as her phone rang again. “I can’t wait ‘til next week,” he reiterated on a grumble, stomping to her purse and digging out her phone. A number with a ‘385’ area code made him frown.

The motherfucker looked so fucking familiar and…it stopped ringing again.

Wasn’t that Easton fucking DeLuca’s motherfucking phone number?

“Christopher?” Megan’s sweet voice intruded on his rising fury. “I can’t believe how happy I am. Barring Kaia. Life feels normal again as if the bad is behind us once and for all.”

That motherfucker had the fucking nerve to call Megan afuckingain.

He was so fucking furious, he stared at the phone instead of answering, which he realized when she did.

“This is Megan Caldwell,” she said, clueless. She used her go-to greeting for clients and business mode. Smiling at him, she pressed the speaker icon. “May I help you?”

Christopher snatched the phone from her. “Why the fuck you callin’ my wife, Easton?” he snarled.

Megan frowned. “Easton? What’s up?”

“Don’t fuckin’ talk to her,” Christopher ordered. “Talk to me. Answer my fuckin’ question. If it’s fuckin’ good enough, I might put it on one of your fuckin’ graves. Callin’ Megan’s phone an automatic death sentence.”

Rolling her eyes, Megan swatted Christopher’s shoulder. “Stop, Christopher. Ignore this grouch, Easton.”

Christopher glowered at her.

“I called Meggie because I haven’t been able to reach you, Outlaw.”

“Then you shoulda fuckin’ waited. No fuckin’ club business that important that you gotta involve Megan. Ima beat the fuck outta you and motherfuckin’ Diesel for not teachin’ you that.”

“Is there anything I can do to change your mind, Christopher?” Megan said with an adorable pout.

Christopher froze. She was offering a cock suck to save a motherfucker? He’d been afraid to hope a few days ago that most of his Sweet Angel was back.

But…

She was offering a cock suck to save a motherfucker!

The anger and all the heartache of the past months disintegrated. His Sweet Angel was slowly re-emerging and—

“It’s not club business,” Easton said. “It’s, uh, it’s Rebel.”

Christopher’s momentary relief and contentment prevented him from immediately processing Easton’s words.

“Rebel?” Fear flickered across Megan’s face. “What… what—?”

“Goddamn,” Easton muttered. “Can I talk to Outlaw first?”

Memories of the night Digger barged into their bedroom washed over Christopher. He’d just gotten through fucking Megan then, too. Only to have his world destroyed because his son OD’d.

Megan remembered, too. Tears were already pooling in her eyes.