Page 89 of Rebellious

Bash sighed again and this time when he spoke, he sounded tired. Exhausted. As if the situation played on his conscience. “I want to fuck her.”

“Which her?”

“Meggie, dumb ass. Who the fuck are we talking about?”

“But—”

“She has me on her No-Kill List. She’s accepted Celia. She likes Hopper. I’m fucking trying, John Boy. I—”

“Are you trying in truth?” Johnnie asked on a swallow, thinking of Bash’s reason for calling. “Having her naked photos will only fan the flames of your prurient nature.”

“I want to taste her pussy, sniff that blonde pussy bush, but I don’t want to betray Hopper or Christopher. Fuck, I don’t even want to betray Meggie. How can I repay her efforts to keep me alive by forcing my tongue and cock in her and then killing her? It’s what I do, though.”

How had they gone from talking about the elusive owner of the Death Dwellers to killing Megan? Unease swirled in Johnnie’s stomach. “Even if she doesn’t own the club, you want her dead?”

“I want her pussy and I know she wouldn’t give it willingly. I don’t keep bitches around that I force my cock into.”

“Pussy’s a dime a dozen. Many bitches are willing to open their legs to you.”

Bash grunted.

“I have other photos of Megan,” Johnnie blurted.

“Without her clothes?”

“No. Those are the ones Dementor sent.”

“And Hopper erased.”

“I…they are at the club.”

“I want the naked ones.”

This was a do-or-die moment. If he wasn’t complicit in the situation, he’d weigh the pros and cons of telling Christopher about the conversation. However, if Christopher discovered Johnnie knew about Megan’s nudes and didn’t stop Dementor, the news would devastate Kendall and humiliate Megan. He didn’t want more pain. He wanted reconciliation.

“What happens if I don’t send you the nude photos, Bash?”

Another moment of silence passed before he sighed again. “Celia loves being included in the family of you lunatic motherfuckers. That big DNA dinner? She was in heaven. Even the arguing amused her. Hopper is so happy that she saw Jana, even if that cunt is better off fucked up in my opinion. Hop’s tickled that she and Meggie had coffee in the cafeteria and she saw all you motherfuckers again. I could tell you I’d slice Meggie’s head off if you don’t send me the photos, but I just can’t see myself ruining what Hopper and Celia has found. Fuck, what I found, too. After I lost Daddy, I only had Cleaner, Tom Harris, and Wally, Jr., in my fucking ear. Christopher isn’t the most reasonable motherfucker and you’re fucking stupid, but you motherfuckers make family work. Even as angry as he is with you, he’s determined to protect Kendall and your children. If you behave, you have a shot to get back in his good graces.”

“Do I?” Johnnie interjected, leaning over and settling an elbow on his knee. “He has grown particularly close to Mortician. The two of you were fucking laughing with each other yesterday and cutting me out.”

“You cut yourself out.”

“Because of you!”

“Take accountability for your own fucking actions, asshole,” Bash ordered. “I told you what I wanted. I didn’t tell you to alienate everyone—”

“You wanted Megan dead.”

“Old shit, Johnnie, and it’s done. You can’t undo it.”

“I’m losing my wife. I’m losing Christopher. I’ve lost Megan.” And Mortician. At one time, they were friends. “I don’t know how to undo the damage. I was trying to save Megan.”

“No, you were trying to destroy her. Honesty with yourself is your first motherfucking step to undoing your damage. Your second is thinking you lost her. You never had that little cunt. Admit what the fuck you were really doing and then you might find fucking answers to your problems.”

Johnnie scrubbed a hand over his face.

“Keep the fucking photos, Johnnie. All of them. Trayson wouldn’t betray Bevvie by keeping another bitch’s pictures in secret. I’m going to try that with Hopper. Maybe you should do the same with Kendall. Meggie loves Christopher. She will never be yours. Get that through your fucking head, motherfucker. Get rid of those photos and be grateful for the beautiful bitch at your side.”