“You think he wants her?” Tabitha grinned. “No, you think he wantsyou. You think you could go head-to-head with me?”
“Bitch, listen up, if I wanted Diesel, I’d get him and I’d watch him kill you or I’d do it myself. Lucky for you, I won’t be eighteen for three years. Otherwise, I’d show you just what a fucking threat I am and you can take that to the fucking bank.”
“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?”
“Uh, no. I know it. When I look in the mirror, I see beautiful ivory skin, gorgeous golden hair, stunning blue eyes, and a perfect body. When you look in the mirror, that motherfucker cracks. I might be as ugly as you on the inside, but I’m exquisite on the outside and that makes up for a lot. Again, leave Jana alone. Don’t fucking talk to me. I’m tired of repeating myself. You’re a liar, a cheat, a stupid bitch, and a gold digger. You pitched a fucking fit because Diesel fucked every club girl he ever fucking met. And you—”
“You don’t understand,” Tabitha screamed.
Rebel rolled her eyes. “I understand monogamy. I understand loyalty. As wretched as Uncle Johnnie is, Aunt Kendall is loyal to him and doesn’t want him killed. He doesn’t deserve her. He deserves to die alone on a deserted island with nothing but sand. No trees. Nothing to protect him from the sun. No fresh water.”
“Can I write that down in my book of death, Blonde Viper?” Axel asked.
“Is there a fucking deserted island as I described it?” Rebel asked.
“Grant, I got the first sensing way you can spend your money,” Axel said. “Make Reb’s death island.”
“Sensible,” Diesel corrected.
“I think we need one with plots of land to bury motherfuckers,” Ransom said. “Sand is too easy.”
“Not when you bake motherfuckers in the sun,” Ryan suggested.
Before anyone responded—without a motherfucking resolution for a goddamn thing—Celia walked in and announced dinner was served.
Once dinner ended, Johnnie walked outside to catch a breath of fresh air. Kendall’s pitiful expression tore him up inside. He was fucking up more than anything, but he didn’t know how to fucking save his marriage.
He thought about demanding Kendall keep him company, then changed his mind. No one needed to interfere in how he was handling his marriage. With so many motherfuckers around, more than a few would take it upon themselves to pass their fucking opinions.
Grant and Knox’s argument was a prime example. What should’ve been a conversation between father and son turned into a goddamn free-for-all.
Oddly, Johnnie missed being ‘in’ with Christopher. Teaming up with him and the guys on Kendall’s behalf because Charlotte had fucked with her reminded Johnnie of…of all he’d torched for an outcome he really hadn’t wanted. The brothers aligned with him were scared for a different reason. They believed the peace agreement was a mistake and worried Bash might somehow exploit it. They wanted Johnnie to ask Christopher to withdraw it.
That wasn’t possible. That would piss off Bash, who now had alegally bindingdocument.
Johnnie’s hands were tied.
Behind him the door opened. Tossing his cigarette, Johnnie glanced over his shoulder, unsurprised at seeing Tabitha. She usually sought him out, especially at family gatherings.
“Uncle Johnnie,” she purred.
He frowned at her. She was actually his niece, so her flirtations crossed another line.
“I was hoping to talk to Aunt Meggie.”
“And you think I can facilitate that?”
She swayed a little, her alcoholic flush pinking her skin. She’d drunk an absurd amount of wine at dinner.
“You have the power to do just about anything.”
Her acknowledging his abilities pleased him. “What do you need to discuss with her?”
“I went through a lot of trouble for the cabin. I want to know why she isn’t taking me up on my offer.”
Earlier today, Johnnie had searched through Kendall’s desk in her home office. Megan and Christopher weren’t going to Tabitha’s cabin. “They are going to another one,” he said, giving her the details before she asked.
“Can you text me the location?”
