Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (73 page)

“I hate you.”

“Obviously not fuckin’ e-fuckin-nuff.”

“You started the party without us,” Val said, weaving his way through the crowd with Zoann and Fee hot on his heels.

Damn, but she was so pretty in her mint-green sundress. She no longer had bandages and her wounds were healing, but the scars didn’t seem to bother her. Noticing his scrutiny, she blushed. Stretch grinned and winked, forgetting their company, who was still engaged in an argument.

“As soon as they’re finished, you and I will talk.” Fury darkened Johnnie’s eyes. “You don’t fucking listen, determined to have your fucking way. I told you to drop it.”

“I’m having a baby,” Kendall wailed, reaching for Johnnie before turning to Meggie. “Talk to them, Meggie. They’ll listen to you.”

“Ain’t no need to talk to my ass,” Outlaw said, skewering Stretch with a considering look.

“Is dinner ready?” Father Wilkins asked from the hallway.

“Almost,” Meggie answered.

“Let’s clear the fuck outta this motherfucker, so Megan and the girls can finish the fuck up.”

Stretch didn’t trust Kendall not to tell Meggie about Dinah’s betrayal. Or, even worse, about the fact that she’d killed a man. “Cash, can I talk to you?” He wanted to protect both Fee and Meggie from Kendall’s pregnant emotions.

Cash frowned at Stretch, but nodded as the other men left, and walked over.

“Kendall threatened to tell Meggie about Traveler and Dinah,” he whispered, desperation in his voice. “She’s also pissed with Fee.” He explained why.

“Fuck.”

“Can you talk to her?” If he got anywhere near that bitch, he might shoot her.

“Fuck, no.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Kendall inquired, closing the distance between them, always too far above the other women to do kitchen work. Meggie, Zoann, and Fee threw curious looks their way but went about transferring the food to serving dishes.

“You,” Cash said calmly.

She nodded. “The most interesting woman around.”

Tipping his chin down, Cash scowled at her. “Can I borrow some of your confidence?”

“I don’t give away anything. You can buy it from me.”

“You wound me, Kendall. I thought you’d give me whatever I needed.”

“You’re a dirty flirt,” she complained, her face reddening prettily.

Cash
was
a dirty flirt, able to convince a woman he didn’t like that he wanted her. “If you do me a favor, name your price. But it’ll be our secret.”

“I’ll have to tell Johnnie,” she said primly.

Cash shrugged. “That’s up to you.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t make any waves for Sweetness or Fee. You don’t want to do that, darlin’.”

She cocked her head to the side. “Who are you trying to protect, Cash?”

“Fee,” Cash answered, though Stretch bet Meggie was in there, too. Telling Kendall that would worsen matters, however. “Sweetness doesn’t need my protection. She has her husband’s.”

Kendall sniffed. “Right.”

“So do we have a deal?”

“Yes, Cash.”

Stretch doubted Kendall’s sincerity but hoped she’d hold her tongue. At least until the meeting ended.

Walking into Outlaw’s man cave, Stretch headed to the refrigerator behind the bar, while Cash took his seat at the table, unsure why Outlaw had spared him, only thankful that he had. If hanging in the kitchen wouldn’t have looked so suspicious, he would’ve stayed with the girls to protect Fee and Meggie from Kendall’s wrath.

“Anybody else need a drink?” Stretch asked, still behind the bar.

“I do,” Digger announced, joining them in the room and coming straight to the table. “What the fuck going on in here? Why such sad, mopey faces?”

“No reason,” Mort said.

No fucking reason at all. Just fucking Kendall, up to her usual bullshit.

Digger plopped into a seat. “Where my woman?”

“Up-fuckin-stairs, assfuck. With my kids,” Outlaw responded, while Johnnie swiped one of the buds.

A few minutes of silence went by as they passed around their rolls. With the door ajar, it was easy to hear the girls laughing and talking, while setting shit up in the dining room.

After inhaling a couple of times, Cash passed the bud to Digger.

“Christopher, what’s on your mind?” Johnnie leaned back and lifted a brow. “You seem like you’re about to explode. If it’s Kendall…”

When
wasn’t
it Kendall?

“When ain’t it that bitch?” Outlaw growled, as if he read Cash’s mind.

Johnnie glared at Outlaw. “Don’t start with your bullshit.”

“Fuck you,” he snarled. “Talk to your fuckin’ bitch, motherfucker. Ask her why the fuck she gotta make me acknowledge her motherfuckin’ ass when I been perfectly fuckin’ happy ignorin’ the fuck outta her.”

“Leave my wife to me. We shouldn’t let Kendall’s transgression ruin tonight for Megan.”

“Kendall
ain’t
ruinin’ fuck-all for my girl and you ain’t tellin’ the goddamn truth.”

“He might be,” Val said, taking his turn at the weed.

A muscle ticked in Outlaw’s jaw, his features so dark with fury that Cash swallowed. He’d escaped Outlaw’s wrath today. That meant another chance for him, Fee, and Stretch to be together. He couldn’t fuck over them. Outlaw didn’t want him near his little sister but Cash had to change the man’s mind.

The past weeks, away from Stretch and Fee, had been the most miserable of Cash’s life. Even when he’d left her alone for a time after Outlaw had warned Cash away from her, he’d still had Stretch. But he’d let both of them go. His friendship with Stretch had never recovered and Fee avoided him at all costs.

“Johnnie don’t make it a habit of lying to you,” Val went on.

“The motherfucker lyin’, Val. Know how I fuckin’ know he fuckin’ lyin’?”

“Cuz you some kinda freaky motherfucker with the ability to figure shit out none of the rest of us can?” Digger asked casually.

Outlaw transferred his cold gaze to Digger.

“Shut the fuck up, fool,” Mortician warned.

“John Boy been handling Kendall much better,” Val insisted.

“Uncle Chris?” Diesel called, as he walked into the room and halted.

Outlaw glanced in Diesel’s direction, softening a fraction. “Yeah, boy?”

“You said I could join you in here until the meeting started.”

“Then get a fuckin’ drink and sit the fuck down.”

“Deel!” A miniature version of Meggie bounded in, skidding into the boy. “You left me,” Rebel pouted, holding her arms out to him.

Diesel sighed, but picked her up as she wanted.

Outlaw snatched her from Diesel’s arms, grinning at the relief in the boy’s gray eyes. He hugged the little girl and she squealed. “Leave Diesel in peace, girl.”

“Elle!” Rule hollered, running into the room, as if Rebel had escaped him and he’d had to hunt for her.

“’Law!” Right behind Rule, CJ came in. “Bun-Bun got Ryder and brought him to Mommie. MegAnn bringing him to you, ‘Law.” He greeted each of them, ending with, “Ashfuck Dig!”

“Hey, lil dude.”

“Ryder!” Rebel screamed as Meggie carried in the kid. “You woke up.”

“You woke him up,” CJ accused, rubbing his chubby little fingers over his cut. Cash couldn’t imagine how Meggie would get him in a suit for the christenings.

“Did not!” Rebel cried, wiggling to get out of her father’s arms.

“Did.”

Rebel ran to CJ, as Meggie handed Ryder to Outlaw.

“Come on, Rebel,” Meggie instructed, interrupting Rebel’s determination to change CJ’s mind. “I need your help.”

“Okay, Mommie,” she said, skipping to Meggie and accepting the hand she held out.

Kendall met Meggie at the door. “Can we get started soon? I need to get home to my children.”

“Yeah, sure,” Meggie agreed. “Let me round everyone up.”

Instead of following behind Meggie, Kendall lingered in the door, reminding Cash he needed to pull Johnnie aside and warn him that his wife was threatening to clue Meggie in on a lot of shit better left unsaid.

Kendall stared at the back of Ryder’s head, who was busy being amused by his dad.

Resenting Ryder because he resembled Johnnie with his blond hair and light blue-green eyes that appeared gray at certain angles should’ve alerted the motherfucker to Kendall’s mental state. Cash believed it had as much to do with that as it had to do with Johnnie being with Meggie at the start of her labor for the kid.

“Stretch, find Fee while I see what the fuck takin’ Megan so long to call us in to fuckin’ dinner,” Outlaw suggested, departing the room without a single glance to Kendall.

“I’m tired,” she said, laying a hand on her belly and studying Johnnie through her lashes.

“We’ll leave in thirty minutes. The meeting won’t take long.”

“Where’s Rory, Ant Kenda?” CJ asked, halting her departure.

“At home. Out of this shitty weather. Where we should be.”

CJ frowned. “You don’t like it here?”

“I don’t like your father.”

“Kendall!” Johnnie barked, while Diesel choked.

Confusion knitted the child’s brow. “You don’t like ‘Law?”

“He doesn’t like me. He talks about me all the time!”

“’Law talk about you?” the kid squeaked out.

“Kendall, this is a child. Shut up,” Johnnie ordered.

“You know he talks about me, CJ. He talks about me to everyone.”

Johnnie approached Kendall. “It’s time for us to leave now.”

“’Law talk about Mommie all the time,” CJ explained, interrupting Johnnie’s intentions. “‘Law love Mommie. ‘Law don’t talk about you, Ant Kenda.”

“I’m not ready to leave, Johnnie,” she announced. “I need to talk to Meggie.”

“For what, Red?” Mort asked in exasperation.

“Meggie needs to know the real cost of being that dickhead’s wife.”

“What’s the cost, Kendall?” Johnnie challenged. “That she has a husband who adores her and four beautiful kids?”

“The cost is she’s as much of a murderer as Outlaw!
She
threatened Charlotte first. The cost is her mother was killed after betraying the club to save Meggie. That makes her a double murderer!”

CJ’s gasped and his eyes rounded. Before any of them decided what to do, the kid screamed, “’LAW!”

“Let him tell his father,” Kendall cried as CJ ran out. “I don’t care.”

“You fucking should!” Johnnie barked. “He’s going to shoot your fucking ass off. You don’t know how to let shit drop.”

“He thinks he’s so smart. Well, it’s my will against his, and I’m the one with the education. He can’t win
and
I have you in my corner.”

“No, you don’t in this case. I’m not getting shot again for more bullshit.”

“What the fuck goin’ on in here?” Outlaw asked, holding his son’s hand “Why my boy pullin’ me away, sobbin’ about Megan killin’ motherfuckers?”

“Where Meggie girl, Prez?” Mort asked.

“Tellin’ Wilcunt, Zoann, Fee, Bailey and Stretch dinner about to be served so the meetin’ can start. I was in the goddamn kitchen stealin’ more of Megan food.”

“I told CJ about Meggie being the murderer that she is,” Kendall announced with triumph. “You’ve ruined so many lives. Why spare your wife’s feelings? She should know that
she
killed Traveler and her mother. She’s as responsible for Dinah’s death as the assholes who actually pulled the trigger.”

Either Kendall was crazy or stupid. Instead of seeing Outlaw’s rage, she continued her rant.

“You think you’re so fucking smart? You think you’re able to figure everything out. When you can’t even judge your own fucking family.” She smirked. “You know your precious little sister? Fee? She’s been hiding the fact that she’s been fucking Cash and Stretch for months. She knew all about Daphne and my plans to ruin your fucking marriage.”

Cash got to his feet, but Mort’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. The betrayal darkening Outlaw’s face outweighed Kendall’s announcement. As the words penetrated, his look changed to rage.

He growled and lunged, but Johnnie stepped in the pathway, struggling to hold Outlaw back.

“Move the fuck outta the way.”

“Christopher, listen to me!” Johnnie started.

“Fuck you,” Outlaw returned, so angry he shook. “You knew about this, Johnnie?” he asked, his voice hard and cold. “You knew this cunt was fuckin’ with my Megan and you let her?”

“Not until after it was done, Christopher,” Johnnie admitted, still holding Outlaw back.

He jerked away from Johnnie. “Cash, get Fee in here,” he ordered, not realizing that
Cash
had known, too.

“Outlaw, it isn’t what you think,” Cash began, unwittingly allowing Johnnie time to yank his bitch toward the door.

“Come on, Kendall,” he ordered, hustling her away.

For once, she kept quiet. She looked...horrified. As if she couldn’t believe what she’d said. Well, that made a bunch of motherfuckers unable to believe her big fucking mouth.

“’Law?” CJ asked in a trembling voice, staring at his father with fear.

Outlaw deflated and drew in a sharp breath, the pulse in his neck pounding harder. “Son, I ain’t ever fuckin’ told you to keep any-fuckin-thing from your Ma and my ass hatin’ to do it now. But don’t tell Megan nothin’ you fuckin’ heard today. Okay?”

“Okay, ‘Law.” He was quiet and then, “Why?”

“Cuz…cuz it’ll make your ma sad and we ain’t wantin’ her to cry, is we?”

“No, ‘Law.”

Outlaw bared his teeth, attempting a smile. “Okay, boy. Diesel, take CJ and get him something to eat.”

“Yes, sir,” Diesel said.

“You okay?” Cash asked once Diesel and CJ were gone.

“As soon as I fuckin’ kill Kendall, I’ma be fine.”

“I have no love lost for her but I know you don’t really intend to kill her,” Cash said.

“The fuck I don’t. This time that cunt gone too far. She pissed over Charlotte and Brooks, instead of thankin’ me—
Megan—
that those two fuckheads alive, she wanna get fuckin’ revenge, so she goin’ after her favorite fuckin’ target. My girl. Kendall hate Megan so fuckin’ much, she made my boy cry.
Cry
. And she made me tell him to do some-fuckin-thing I never want him to do. Lie to Megan. I ain’t sure what I gotta kill her first over.”