Free Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) by Kathryn Kelly Page B

anyone asked, she would say they’d fucked like monkeys the entire weekend.
    They’d drank like monkeys but he hadn’t put his cock in her yet. He’d promised her he’d do her, so he would. He didn’t want to piss her off, since her cooperation would assist him in the jam he might be in with Outlaw. Not only couldn’t he rely on Slipper’s silence regarding Fee attending the party, but the motherfucker would know Cash had something to hide. He’d be at the alcoholic ass’s mercy, subjected to blackmail.
    No fucking thank you.
    If he didn’t play this perfectly, he’d be fucked up in so many different ways by his president.
    He’d met Outlaw at the age of eighteen when he’d been enrolled at the University of Portland. By twenty, he was a full-fledged member of the club. A month after he graduated with a Bachelor of Science in chemistry, Cash went Nomad, returned to Houston, and ended up in the Marine Corps. He’d been out of the military nearly four years now. In all the years Cash had known Outlaw, the man hadn’t hesitated to kill whoever had it coming until he’d met his wife.
    That’s why Kendall, Brooks, Johnnie, and Digger remained alive. They’d all committed offenses that only death would repay. Cash suspected Meggie had something to do with that decision, but he couldn’t be certain.
    Where Fee was concerned, though, Cash doubted Meggie would stay Outlaw’s retribution.
    “Ghost?”
    At the sound of Daphne’s voice, he glanced over his shoulder. She lay on her back, the covers pushed to her waist, revealing her breasts. That shock of white-blonde hair and her wide mouth added to her allure.
    Usually, Cash enjoyed her—all the Bobs. This time, he couldn’t stop thinking about the look in Fee’s eyes or his conversation with Stretch.
    Daphne skated her fingers across his bare back, sending shivers down his spine. “You’re up early.”
    “My phone ringing interrupted my beauty sleep.”
    She laughed. “You must get a fuck-ton of sleep then.”
    “Silver tongued imp.”
    “My tongue’s golden.”
    “Yeah, babe, it’s more than golden. You could lead a priest to sin.”
    “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
    “Do that. Because it is.”
    Facing forward before she responded, he wondered if he should return Josh’s call. How would he feel upon news that something had happened to their father?
    Certainly not the panic that had hit him when Josh had called about Georgie’s injuries months ago. Would it be relief? Their father had been emotionally neglectful, but showered all of them with fun and good times.
    “Are we staying in the room again today?”
    He flipped his phone then caught it in his hands. “No.” Today, the guys were taking their young sons to the park for some type of sappy bonding. “We’re going to give Outlaw something else to focus on besides me and Fee. You.”
    “Shit.”
    Standing, he turned and smiled at her turned down mouth. “What?”
    “Outlaw won’t like you throwing me on him. I’ve tried to get him to fuck me. He won’t. When I went to get the money from him the time you sent me, he looked at me like he wanted to kill me.”
    “He’s a ‘family man’,” he said, using air quotations. “He has nothing against you. If Meggie found out, she’d lose her shit.”
    Setting his phone aside, he grabbed his jeans and stepped into them.
    Daphne stared at the ceiling. “Me and Meggie know each other.”
    When she didn’t elaborate, he said, “And?”
    She shrugged. “It’s like I said to the girl the other night. It’s us and them. She’s a them.” She sighed. “He’s faithful and loyal to her, and she knows it. She doesn’t like me—I fuck with her a lot.”
    “Why?”
    “I have my reasons. Besides, I want to be a them, too.”
    “Ahh, fuck,” he said with sympathy. She sounded so sad, not like the girl he knew who just went around fucking and sucking at the command of the bikers. “The most you’ll do with Outlaw is suck his