Misjudged (Death Dwellers #3.5) by Kathryn Kelly Read Free Book Online Page A

slut bringing Kendall’s miserable fucking ass to his head again.
    Christopher didn’t give much of a fuck about what she’d been through. Small bits of sympathy for her hit him from time-to-time, but she needed to get the fuck over herself. That was the only fucking way she’d ever fucking get better. She needed to fucking realize butchers and bakers and candle-fucking-stick makers made the fucking world go round. Lawyers and housewives, nurses and psychiatrists did, too. One fucking job was just the fuck as important as the fucking other. It was about fucking choice and personal fucking freedom.
    Megan’s head was fucked up enough already. Fuck. His motherfucking head was fucked up enough already. One thing was fucking certain. He preferred Megan to be in Kendall’s face rather than allowing Kendall to make Megan doubt herself and her marriage to Christopher.
    He weaved through the press of people, dragging Megan along to one of the four main areas, all with separate bars. Outside the zone they entered, a registration table for amateur boxing was set up. He needed to pay the two hundred fifty dollar registration fee required to sign the fuck up and beat Johnnie’s ass for a variety of bull-fucking-shit. Maybe, just to fucking remind him that stupid fucking comments got human motherfuckers fucked the fuck up.
    Entering the place, Christopher halted to take in the bare knuckled fighting going on. Two motherfuckers pummeled each other in the ring. Motherfuckers fighting he could deal with. Grown men making asses of themselves at karaoke contests and fucking stripper competitions where they were the dancers? That shit was something else entirely.
    “There they are,” Megan said, pointing to Zoann who was shrugging off Val and bouncing up and down to get Christopher’s attention.
    Christopher chuckled at Val’s frustrated scowl. By the hand he had on Zoann’s shoulder, it was obvious he was trying to keep her still because of her pregnancy. Of course, the dumb ass hadn’t kept her the fuck away from the rally. On the other hand, stopping Bitsy from doing what the fuck she wanted wasn’t going to happen. He was just happy to see his little sister’s smile.
    Val was a solid motherfucker. Dumber than a fucking brick sometimes, but, fuck it, he made Zoann happy and that’s what counted.
    “Hey, Meggie girl,” Mort greeted, pausing in front of Christopher and ruffling Megan’s hair.
    Motherfucker lifted a brow at Christopher, waiting for him to jump in his shit for touching his girl. Fucking odd that he was getting secure with the knowledge that she loved him and a friendly touch wouldn’t take that away when she seemed to begin to doubt him.
    “What up, Prez?”
    Nothing much, except…”Where the fuck Digger?” Christopher also wanted to know where the fuck Bailey was tonight. She should’ve been with Mort or Mort should’ve been with her. This was the wrong setting to point that shit out with assfucks getting knocked the fuck out. Other fuckheads did countdowns. Dickheads shouted and yelled. An announcer called two new fuckheads to the ring. Not the best place at all, so he kept to the fucking topic. “Why Digger ain’t brought his ass to the MC yet?”
    “Fuck, I wish I fucking knew what’s going on with him. He said he in Cali with our old man.”
    “Fuck me. Sharper the last fuckin’ motherfucker he need to be round.”
    “Stupid fuck got to realize that shit on his own, Prez,” Mort responded.
    Christopher wasn’t about to police grown ass men. They knew what the fuck they were supposed to do. “He ain’t got long, Mortician. Hear me? He should have his fuckin’ ass right the fuck there workin’ to put our MC back the fuck together. He ain’t asked for no fuckin’ leave or nothin’. He just fuckin’ disappeared. I ain’t gettin’ a good fuckin’ feelin’ ‘bout this shit.”
    “C’mon, Prez, you know my brother solid.”
    Yeah, he hoped like fuck Digger was. Brothers got hairs up