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always calls you psycho stalker wild man, but you always let me know you were mine. If another woman just looked at you…”
    “Ain’t no motherfuckers stayin’ the same, Megan. Experience change us. But, baby, you can take this to the fuckin’ bank. I don’t want no other girl but you. You. You it for me. My all. My every-fuckin-thing.” He thrust his fingers through his inky black hair. “You wanna go to school, then you go to fuckin’ school. But you ain’t gettin’ a job. I’m gonna have Brooks and Johnnie add your name to wherever the fuck my name at on the shit belongin’ to me. I’m gonna get you your own checkin’ account and have money put in every-fuckin-week.”
    Meggie rolled her eyes. “What do I do but cook and keep the clubhouse clean?”
    “You listen to motherfuckers fuckin’ problems. You give fuckin’ advice when they fuckin’ ask you. You fuckin’ plan e-fuckin-vents. You run fuckin’ errands. You fuckin’ cook.”
    “I’m your wife. I’m supposed to feed you and keep your house and clothes clean.”
    She glanced around, wondering why she felt so sensitive. All before, she’d agreed to disagree with Kendall. But since Kendall had once again crucified Meggie for not being her own woman, it had bothered Meggie. This time, she’d actually cried over it. Ridiculous. Kendall had her opinion and Meggie had hers. Was she really wanting to go to school and get a job? Or was she doing it because she didn’t want Christopher ashamed of her? She wanted his respect and that of the other women. Why was she allowing any of this to bother her when she knew Kendall wasn’t in a good place right now?
    “Tell me what the fuck you want, baby.”
    Confusion clouded her head. What she wanted most of all was to be the old lady Christopher needed her to be. She wanted her house back and her mother well. She wanted to find a way to give the brothers who ate at the clubhouse vegetables. She wanted her grief to go away and she wanted to erase the memory of that deputy’s fingers stretching inside her vagina. She wanted to talk about the possibility of adopting a baby with Christopher.
    She wanted a lot, all within her grasp, instead of just dealing with mundane tasks and overwhelming responsibilities and emotions.
    Her husband shut down completely rather than do emotion for too long. So where did that leave them?
    “I don’t know. I want to be who you need me to be but I also want to have my own identity. I want to be your wife and run our house, help to raise our kids, but I don’t want you ashamed of me because I have just a GED.” She twisted her wedding set, sparkling even in this setting. He spared no expense for her. “I’m just good at being a housewife and your lover and nothing else.”
    “Megan—“ he snapped his mouth shut and narrowed his suddenly cold green eyes. “Fuck me, but I’m gonna fuckin’ kill fuckin’ Kendall. You better fuckin’ tell that cunt to stay at that fuckin’ psycho camp for the next ten fuckin’ years. She put this bullshit in your fuckin’ head, huh?”
    Giving Christopher another reason to dislike Kendall wasn’t about to happen. She averted her gaze, heat rising in her cheeks. “No.”
    Christopher slammed his fist on the table. “Bull-fuckin-shit. You ain’t talkin’ to that bitch no more.”
    That went over well. Still…“Yes, I am. You can’t stop me from talking to her. She’s my friend.”
    “The fuck she is. She masqueradin’ as your fuckin’ friend to have a fuckin’ whippin’ girl to build her own miserable fuckin’ ass up. Stop bein’ fuckin’ stupid and see that cunt for who she really is.”
    Meggie gasped, snatched his bottle from him and flicked the liquid in his face. “Jerk. I’m not being stupid,” she cried, glaring at him. “I’m being me . Kendall and I are friends…frenemies. You might not like the advice she gives me, but she makes me think. Anyway, I don’t care what you say. I’m talking to her