“Fuck you.”
“Maybe this’ll make you feel better. Even if I didn’t love Kendall, I owe Christopher.” Straightening, he sighed. “And Meggie.”
Johnnie started.
Bash chortled. “I shocked myself with that one. But Christopher treated my little sister with respect. And I was expecting Meggie to have her ass on her shoulders when she visited her. Or to threaten Celia. Or, fuck, I don’t know. That little cunt is even more gorgeous in real time, by the way.”
“You confronted her a few weeks ago. You already knew how she looked.”
“Forgot it. I’ve been too busy jerking off to the blonde pussy bush in the photos Doomed Dementor sent to me.”
“Bash—”
“Shut the fuck up, Johnnie. I don’t want to hear it. Anyway, she was so fucking kind to Celia. Genuine. I couldn’t help but…” He shrugged. “Admire her. I still want to fuck her, but I’ve decided against forcing my cock in her.”
“You’re too fucking kind.”
“AndKendall likes that little cunt. Also, Christopher saved Easton. Cleaner told me Wally, Jr. shot my kid. I didn’t believe it. I thought that little motherfucker was off somewhere losing himself in pussy. I just couldn’t fathom him betraying me and shooting my boy.”
“Cleaner knows how the fuck Wally looks.”
“Cleaner is a jealous fuckhead. I just thought he was saying that, so I could fuck up Wally the next time he showed his miserable little face and take the heat off himself. If I would’ve believed Cleaner in the first place, Wally wouldn’t have gotten to your girl.”
Johnnie scrubbed a hand over his face. “I can almost taste his fucking blood. I’m going to dig out his fucking eyeballs and suffocate that motherfucker with them.”
Bash’s eyes lit up. “Can I watch?”
“Fuck no! You’d have to come on club grounds.”
“Suppose I said pretty please?”
“Pretty…what…fuck you!” Johnnie sputtered.
Bash started to smile, but then his eyes widened and he jumped to his feet. “Fuck!Easton. If Christopher thinks I betrayed him, my boy’s dead.”
Instead of returning to her office to get her Navigator and her phone, Kendall told Mortician to head to the club. Of course, he agreed. He’d made the day about her and that didn’t end because they were back on their home turf. Unfortunately, the nearer they got to the club, the more overwhelmed she felt. Mainly because she knew Johnnie wouldn’t have noticed her absence.
Also, it was close to seven and she felt a little guilty at being out-of-reach the entire day. More than likely, her children were wondering why she wasn’t home to prepare dinner. When she was held up at the office, she always called. However, as a Probate opened the gate and waved at Mort, the empty parking lot surprised Kendall. Only Diesel’s Mercedes and four bikes were there.
“What the fuck going on?” Mortician voice came through the helmet’s bluetooth speaker.
“I was thinking the same thing,” she responded.
He slid into the spot reserved for him and killed the engine. After dismounting, he held his hand out to help her off, then nodded to the door.
“If it was something bad, you would’ve gotten a call or a text message,” she said.
“My fucking phone died hours ago,” he grumbled, leading her into the clubhouse.
She expected its relative emptiness simply because of thesparse amount of vehicles outside. What she didn’t expect was CJ pacing and Grant sitting at the bar.
“Aunt Kendall, Uncle Mort,” CJ cried, spotting them before Digger, Cash, or Grant, and running to them.
“What’s up—” Mortician started.
“Nardo’s father attacked Harley, Uncle Mort,” CJ rushed out, not waiting for Mort to respond before he addressed Kendall. “Aunt Kendall, Mattie needs you so bad. She’s at Lolly’s with Harley. Grant saved her and…and she was going to Turn Creek to check on Harley.” He covered his face and heaved in a breath, frantic and angry. “Wally, Jr. a-attacked her. He tried to force her…he was strangling her—”
Kendall stared at her nephew, hoping he was pulling an elaborate prank. Except that was more Axel’s MO and CJ was too upset for it to be a joke. Besides, hewouldn’tplay such a cruel trick on her. Mortician was as frozen as she was, blinking at CJ as if he’d spoken a foreign language.
