While Johnnie, Digger, and Cash debated on if that fuckhead had called Kendall a cunt, Christopher grabbed his phone.
Christopher: Hey, baby, you okay?
Megan: A little tired, but I’m fine otherwise. What about you?
Christopher: You went to the natatorium.
Megan: I kept seeing Rebel floating. It was hard to be in there, but Axel was so excited.
Christopher: How about we talk about it later?
Megan: Okay. I love you.
Christopher: I love you, too, baby.
“I’m calling Kendall right now!” Johnnie declared.
The moment she answered, he demanded Kendall and the rest of the girls come to the mancave. She made the motherfucker wait, so by the time they arrived, Knox had his drink and Johnnie was pacing.
“What, Johnnie?” Kendall demanded, sweeping into the room with the regalness of a queen.
Roxy headed to Knox, while Zoann hurried to Val, and Megan came to Christopher, kissing him and sliding on his lap. Bunny remained close to Roxy, near the bar.
“Where’s Fee?” Stretch asked.
“Home by now,” Zoann said with a sniff.
“Can you two fuckin’ make-up?” Christopher asked.
“I don’t befriend stupid bitches. It might accidentally rub off on me,” Zoann told him.
“Continue this argument later,” Johnnie barked and signaled for Kendall to come closer.
She folded her arms.
“Please, gorgeous?”
Irritation crossed her features, but she gave in and sailed to where Johnnie stood.
Smiling, he grabbed the gift bag from next to the chair and held it out to Kendall. Instead of taking it, she stared at it.
“I love you so much, sweetheart,” Johnnie started. “I haven’t bought you anything in weeks. Forgive me? I know I don’t deserve it, but I would be so lost without you, Kendall. I adore you. You’re my entire world.”
Megan placed a hand over her heart and sighed, while Zoann leaned against Val and snuggled closer.
“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you, Johnnie,” Kendall said softly, accepting the gift and stepping into his arms.
Relief flooded her face as they embraced.
Whistling, Mort clapped, so they all joined in. At least the motherfuckers who didn’t have casts on their hands.
Johnnie laughed and released his woman. “Open it, gorgeous.”
When Kendall held up the delicate crystal shaped into the Scales of Justice, Christopher admitted the motherfucker might’ve found a piece of his fucking brain.
“I want to have a painting commissioned,” Johnnie told Kendall, taking her face between his hands. He thumbed away her tears and kissed her. “You as Lady Justice.” He slid his fingers through her hair. “I can imagine you in a toga, blindfolded, and holding a sword, your gorgeous red hair falling around you.”
“I would love that,” Kendall whispered, accepting Johnnie’s kiss again.
