A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) (20 page)

His gaze roamed from her head to her feet, then to the left, where she knew the lounge area was located before focusing on her again. Without warning, he jerked her forward and dragged her toward the back of the luxurious plane, stopping in the very last section where the crates of guns were.
 

This was Sloane Mason’s jet. Kendall had flown on it once when they’d driven to Denver for his wife’s birthday then extended their stay because he’d offered them use of his plane.
 

Unlike then, now ten crates were stacked where furniture had been.
 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Val yelled on a whisper.
 

“I want to talk to Outlaw,” she cried, feeling helpless and hopeless. “Johnnie’s so angry with me and the only way he’ll forgive me is if Outlaw forgives him.”
 

“You not going to have to worry about forgiveness. If Outlaw see you, he grounding your fucking ass. What the fuck is wrong with you, Kendall?”
 

“Please.”
 

“Val, who the fuck…” Digger’s voice trailed off and he stared at Kendall in horror. “Please fucking tell me she a fucking hologram.”
 

“Fuck, I wish this bitch was. She stowed fucking away. She want to talk to Outlaw.”
 

Digger glared at her. “I’m not in no fucking mood to do brain detail on this motherfucker.”
 

At his words, she trembled and released a sob of fear. Val clapped his hand over her mouth. “Shut up. Outlaw going to shoot your ass off if he find you right now.”
 

She sobbed harder.
 

“I feel like shooting John Boy ass off for letting her come here.”
 

Grabbing Val’s wrist, she moved his hand from her mouth. “He doesn’t know I’m here,” she admitted around her tears.
 

“What?” they chorused.
 

“Fuck.”
 

“Kendall, you not liking being alive too much, right?” Digger asked in disgust.
 

“He didn’t kill you,” she snapped. It was as if he’d forgotten all the shit he’d done that Outlaw had overlooked to allow him back into the club.
 

“No, but he beat the fuck out of me.”
 

“Please. I just need to talk to him. Johnnie hates me. I’m the reason he got shot and—”
 

“Yeah, your ass is,” Digger conceded, “but if I know anything about your old man, I know the motherfucker worship the ground your ass walk on. All this shit,”  he indicated the plane, “not fucking necessary.”
 

“You like fucking drama,” Val spat out and glared at her. “Stay in here. Don’t make a goddamn sound. Come on, Digger. Me and you got to figure out how the fuck to let Outlaw know this bitch on the fucking plane without him fucking us up.”
 

“Why would he fuck you up?” Kendall asked, sniffling. “I’m the one who—”
 

“And we the goddamn messengers,” Digger snapped. “You ever heard about those motherfuckers getting fucked up?”
 

The baby kicked and a sharp pain went through her lower back. Instead of answering, she dropped herself between two crates and burst into tears.
 

 

“Is Kendall here?”
 

Johnnie’s frantic question came just as Meggie took the pill Dr. Will had prescribed for her. Pain was in her stomach and lower back. If it continued, she’d drive herself to the ER. On the other hand, she wasn’t too sure if the stress of Christopher’s sudden departure—the reason for it—contributed to the way she felt. Now, Johnnie was coming to her with more Kendall drama, some of which he seemed unaware of, but thanks to Val and Digger she’d been in on since four o’clock this morning. She really had no time to be sick with the current situation.
 

“No, Kendall isn’t here.”
 

“Megan, please. I can’t find her anywhere. She isn’t answering my calls. I went to our room to ask her to help me change the bandages after Christopher shot me—”
 

Narrowing her eyes, she glared at him and went to one of the island stools. “I know he shot you and I know why. So don’t come in here trying to shock me or get me on your side.”
 

“You have every right to be angry, but what if Kendall left me again? I was so angry with her, and I took out all my frustrations on her.”
 

Snatching her cell phone from her pocket, she shoved it at Johnnie. “She hasn’t left you,” she yelled. “She’s a stowaway on Christopher’s plane.”
 

“She’s
what
?”
 

She nodded to her phone so he could read Val’s frantic text message.
 

“Is this real?” Johnnie whispered, his face a ghastly white.
 

“Why would I make that up?”
 

“You didn’t think to call me?
They
didn’t think to call me?”
 

“Don’t you dare blame this on us when it’s Kendall’s fault! What in God’s name made her believe it would be a good idea to get on an
airplane
with Christopher when he wants to kill her?” She hung her head in her hands. “I thought you knew since you know about every other thing she does.”
 

Johnnie sat heavily on a stool, devastation in his eyes. The look deflated Meggie’s anger and she rubbed her eyes tiredly. “He’s not going to kill her.”
 

“I can’t believe she did this.”
 

Almost as if he were in a fog, he unzipped his leather jacket, revealing his bare chest beneath. Woodenly, he took the jacket off and rubbed his bandaged shoulder.
 

“Let me get the medical kit,” she said grouchily and stomped away.
 

 

Kendall was on a fucking plane with Christopher, and not because she was required to be there. No. It was because she was the most hard-headed, rash, frustrating woman Johnnie had ever met.
 

Megan sat a plastic medical kit on the counter, then turned to him and pressed on the spot around the bandages,
 

“You didn’t go to the hospital, I take it.”
 

“It wasn’t life-threatening.”
 

“And Brooks?”
 

“Christopher told you everything, I see,” he said dryly. With the exception of a few instances, he normally did.
 

Biting her lip, she nodded, her focus on his shoulder. “I’m going to be as gentle as possible as I remove the tape.”
 

“Don’t. Just rip it off and get it over with.”
 

She frowned. “That’ll hurt.”
 

“You don’t want to hurt me bad?”
 

Giggling, she snapped her eyes to his, and the tension between them floated away. “I really want to punch you
and
Kendall for the position you’ve placed my husband.”
 

He smiled. “Then rip the fucking bandage off. It should expel some of your anger.”
 

“Johnnie—”
 

“Go ahead, Megs. Do it.”
 

For a moment, she hesitated, before she tore the tape and bandages away just as he’d instructed her to do. He grunted in pain.
 

“You don’t need to take so much enjoyment from that, you little wench.”
 

“If you say so,” she answered demurely. Pulling on a pair of plastic gloves, she touched his stitch line. “It looks good. Are you taking antibiotics?”
 

“Yes. Cash hooked me up.”
 

Opening three ChloraPrep swab sticks and fresh gauze, she set to work, warning him when he’d feel a sting and reassuring him she was almost finished. Once she completed her nursing, she got a glass of water and two pain pills and offered it to Johnnie. By then, Zoann had arrived with Ryan, Devon, CJ, and Rory. She didn’t look pleased, so Johnnie knew Val had already filled her in.
 

“Val said he won’t have time to text me,” she sniffed, glaring at Johnnie.
 

“It’ll be fine,” Megan promised and worried her bottom lip, the action betraying her own reservations. “They won’t be gone that long.”
 

“I know,” Zoann agreed with a sigh. “A few days.” She shrugged. “It’ll give my fingers a rest from all the texting.”
 

“Yes, exactly,” Megan said with a sad smile.
 

As usual, she rolled with what came her way. Bunny prepared breakfast, while Megan directed Zoann to a bank bag that she needed for deposits, and saw Diesel off to school.
 

As he watched her, he realized Megan’s activities were no different than Zoann’s and Bailey’s. Bailey had a new baby, Harley, Mort, and Roxy in her house. And, in January, she’d return to school. Zoann had her business with Megan. They all ran their households and they all cooked, watched over the kids, and entertained everyone’s families.
 

They worked together. Kendall had been right with them until she’d gotten pregnant again. Now, when she returned, he’d have to help her through the trauma of her latest
actions and reassure her he still loved her. Normally, the girls would help him, but they seemed past fed up.
 

They seemed
through
.
 

“Come on, Rory,” Johnnie called after breakfast finished and only he, Megan, and his son remained in the kitchen. “We have to call Mommie.”
 

“Kennaw?” Rory glanced toward the door that led to the hallway of Megan’s house.
 

“Mommie,” Johnnie repeated, grinning at the applesauce smeared on Rory’s cheeks and chin.
 

Rory whined and raised his arms to Johnnie. “‘Cared Kennaw. No her.”
 

“What?” Johnnie asked, aghast at what he understood his son’s words to mean. Rory was scared of Kendall.
 

If she heard that, that would break her. The last thing Kendall would want was to terrify their children.
 

Johnnie cleared his throat. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, son. Your mother’s a good, kind woman. She’s just not herself right now.”
 

Johnnie glanced in Megan’s direction, wanting her help. But she was gone, leaving this very telling moment between him and his son just between them.
 

 

Love In An Elevator
awakened Christopher from a restless sleep. He’d been dreaming of Megan and the torture in her eyes as he’d kissed her goodbye. She didn’t have to tell him that she was worried about his safety. It was written all over her face. Added to that was her pregnancy and whatever was wrong with her. He’d called Doc Will, but she hadn’t answered. Christopher had no choice but to drop the subject for now.