Mistrust by Kathryn Kelly

Author:Kathryn Kelly
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: interracial adult sex, interracial and multicultural, interracial and multicultural romance, biker club romance, interracial adult romance, interracial and multicultural fiction, interracial age gap, biker romance series, biker club erotic romance, biker club gang mc romance thriller
Publisher: Kathryn Kelly

Chapter Twenty-Two

CJ gripped Christopher’s hand tightly, smiling at whoever they stopped and talked to. While Christopher wouldn’t not wear his cut, his boy was dressed in a three-piece pinstriped suit with a matching hat and shiny Oxfords.

Megan had convinced him to dress up in a motherfucking costume. What couldn’t the little bitch get him to do?

Brothers, their old ladies and kids crowded the club. Some motherfuckers were dressed up and others weren’t. The important thing was that Megan got to wear her costume.

Christopher had already snuck a quick fuck with her once he’d seen her in her black fringy dress that did a fuck-ass job of hiding her belly and a black wig with short curls. She’d been pissed with him when he’d pulled her wig off, so she might smack the fuck out of him if he walked to the bar where she stood talking, and pulled her away. And he’d have to divert CJ’s attention and his son had been attached to his side all evening to get out of going outside with the other kids. Christopher knew his boy’s game. However, nothing was going on that his boy shouldn’t see, so Christopher let him get away with it.

Before all the adult shit started, Megan was moving the party to their house for a private celebration with their family and all the kids.

Johnnie weaved his way from their table to where Megan stood, stopping next to her and inserting himself into the conversation. Looking in the direction the stupid fuck had just come from, Christopher found Kendall staring at dick-for-brains. Unlike Christopher, Johnnie was dressed as a 20s movie star. Rudolph Valentino or some shit. Not to be outdone, his bitch was his female equivalent.

Mort’s clothes resembled Christopher’s, whereas Bailey wore a tuxedo and had her long hair pinned up and in finger curls or finger waves. Some-fucking-thing to do with a fucking finger.

Fuck, the shit he overheard sometimes between Megan and the other girls taught him more the fuck than he needed to know about girls’ clothes and hair. Right down to motherfucking knowing that bitches wore men’s shit in the 20s and Bailey had thought that was a good fucking idea.

Zoann and her motherfucker and their little motherfuckers hadn’t arrived yet. Nor had Roxy, which he found strange. Roxy was as excited as Megan had been for the party. She’d helped to decorate and plan.

CJ bounced against Christopher as he jumped up and down. “Ashfuck Dig!”

Glancing over his shoulder, Christopher saw Digger walking toward him, with Bunny on his arm. She had some type of hat on her head that matched her costume. He frowned at her, wondering why Megan always wore shit that was one bend from showing her pussy. The little bitch did it to drive him up a fucking wall. But Bunny could walk around, looking like Granny Ghost and not a motherfucker would bat an eye. Her skirt reached her fucking ankles and her fur collar covered more than it revealed.

“Who you?” CJ asked, looking Digger up and down.

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