Although it was a shocking turn of events, Mort understood Prez’s decision. First, he wanted to know something else. “He told you to call him Outlaw again?”
“No. It’s just that…Johnnie…it would probably make him feel better.”
“Nothing but a fucking bullet would make that motherfucker feel better,” Mort snapped, hating Johnnie more than he’d ever hated anyone. Even Sharper.
Kendall’s face fell just as a breeze lifted her red hair. During their ride over, she’d put it in a ponytail. The moment they sat after spreading their blanket, she’d taken it down.
“I’m so sorry, Mort. Whatever he did to you.”
“It’s not your fucking place to apologize.”
“He won’t.”
“I wouldn’t accept it, even if he did. I’m never forgiving Johnnie.”
“What did he do?” she whispered.
Mort hadn’t come to burden Kendall with his problems. He’d taken Kendall on a day trip to help her through her turmoil.
She crawled closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. “Tell me,” she coaxed.
Drawing in a deep breath, Mort scrubbed a hand over his face. If he knew anything about Kendall, it was her unrelenting determination. She wouldn’t give him any peace until he told her, so he did.
“Now, Bailey insisting I leave the club because ofJohnnie,” he said bitterly.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, wiping a stray tear, which made Mort feel particularly low. “Chris…Outlaw is paying for DNA tests for everyone. We’re going to figure out who’s related to who once and for all.”
“No shit?”
Lifting her head, she nodded. “Those fuckheads couldn’t keep their dicks in their fucking pants,” she grumbled. “I can’t make sense of the records because most of them are falsified.”
“When are we doing the tests?”
“It’s supposed to be tomorrow night at a special family meeting. I suppose by the time we get back, he’ll have everything arranged. It has to be done.” Kendall swallowed and looked so vulnerable, Mortician was concerned for her mental health. “For Jana. To see if that’s Johnnie’s daughter.”
“If she is, how you feel about that?” he asked carefully.
Kendall was smart. She heard something in his voice or saw his expression. “You knew?”
“A chick named Hopper involved?”
“Yes,” Kendall whispered.
“Then, if Hopper her mama, I knew there was another kid in the family. Snake thought it belonged to him, but Lowman was about to shoot the fuck out of Hopper, so we made him think the kid belonged to Johnnie.”
“And Logan didn’t kill her anyway? He allowed a club girl pregnant with his precious grandson’s child to live?”
Mortician considered Kendall’s words. She had every right to be skeptical because Logan Donovan believed Johnnie to be perfect, above every motherfucker associated with the club. He definitely wouldn’t have wanted Hopper to be the mother of Johnnie’s kid. When he thought about that video, though, maybe there was another explanation.
“We might’ve bought just enough time for Lowman to think about how much Big Joe liked Hopper, so he let her live,” Mort speculated. “Or, maybe, the other girls he’d fucking killed that day was enough to appease his bloodlust. Who knows with that motherfucker?”
“Oh my god.”
“Jana might not belong to Johnnie. She might be Snake’s. Fuck, or even Big Joe’s.”
“Meggie’s sister or niece, instead of my stepdaughter.”
“Yeah, baby, so don’t stress until you got a reason.”
