“Kendall—”
She tried to jerk away but he tightened his hold. “Let go of me!”
If she walked out, Johnnie feared she wouldn’t stop.
“I can’t—”
Rising on his knees, Johnnie rested his cheek on the top of her head, regretting the jealousy, anger and bitterness that clouded his vision.
“If you don’t want to leave the house, then I’ll take Mattie, Blade, and JJ, and we’ll go.”
Interesting she didn’t mention Rory, though that didn’t matter, since Johnnie wouldnotlose his family, especially his wife.
“This is the way it will be between us, Kendall—”
“There is nous, bastard.” Only Kendall could sound tragic and furious. “There aremeand my children.”
His own anger returning, Johnnie placed an arm around her neck. “Behave, Kendall,” he warned her. “If you try to leave, you’ll be so fucking sorry.”
“Then kill me now!”
“I should,” he snapped. “You’ve humiliated me. You’ve been having an affair for months, but I refuse to allow you to wander off for dick, too.”
She tried to elbow him, but he held her too tight. “Jesus, fuckhead, I wish I had fucked Mortician. Yes, I know he loves Bailey, but he loves me, too. We’re friends. He would show me more care and concern than you have in months, and I wouldn’t care if he went back to Bailey. At least someone would’ve been kind to me for a little while.”
“I have been kind to you!” Johnnie roared. “You turned against me.”
“A dog would turn against you, motherfucker.”
Johnnie gritted his teeth, hating how quick Kendall was on her feet. Like Christopher and Bash…
Bash?
Bash!
“You went away and fucked Bash!”
“No, I went away and fucked a college hockey team,” she responded, her pulse pounding against his forearm, where it rested against her neck. “You caught me, Johnnie. I fucked them and their coaches. If you’ll release me, I can go back for another round.”
“Bash will tell me,” Johnnie said, laughing wildly. “Then I’ll shoot him and cut his fucking head off.”
“For nothing because I haven’t slept with him.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Obviously, but it no longer matters. I’m moving out. I’m so sick of you.Allof you,” she said, sobbing again. “You don’t care how much you hurt me. Physically or mentally.”
“Right back at you, Kendall.”
“For the love of God, Johnnie, let go of me, so I can leave.”
“No. You aren’t leaving me, wife. And I’m moving back into our bedroom.”
“I don’t know you or me anymore.”
What the fuck did she mean by that? Had she lost her fucking mind? “You know me and I know you, so shut the fuck up.”
“Johnnie—”
