Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (78 page)

Filled with new determination, Kendall got her phone and sent Cash a text.
Where am I?

While she awaited his answer, she dug through her purse. After Cash declined to help her, she’d asked Charlotte to discover the name of Cash’s supplier. Each of their files had so many different names, with no identifying titles. Working at the firm, she’d made sure to stay up-to-date on Johnnie and Christopher’s information. But Cash’s? Luckily, Brooks did know and gave it to Charlotte.

Charlotte! Kendall sniffled as she thought of her friend’s heartache at losing everything, including her beloved son-in-law. Oh God!

No. If she focused on that, she’d fall into a deep depression that she’d never pull herself out of.

She had to get those pills. Then, she’d call Johnnie and sob out her misery of losing their baby. If he cared at all for her, he’d come. Then, she’d have her Johnnie back and, possibly, her happiness.

Awaiting Brooks to bring him up-to-date on the status of his case, Christopher sat in his office at the club. A week had passed since the fiasco of the christening planning and he hadn’t set eyes on Fee, in spite of Megan and Zoann being after him to do so. Maybe, he was being an unfair motherfucker, but Fee had been the same.

All the fuck she needed to do was tell his ass Kendall had stopped taking her meds. If she wanted to hide Cash and Stretch from him, oh-fucking-well. Not that she hid them motherfuckers too good. Christopher had long suspected they fucked. It was Megan who convinced him to give them a chance.

Now that he thought about it, he realized Cash
had
been acting differently for a while. Christopher had just been too focused on what the motherfucker
had done
to see what the fuck he
was doing
. Perception was a motherfucker.

Megan told him all about the scene at Fee’s apartment. When Fee ended up back at his house, it hadn’t been because of Noah, although he didn’t doubt she’d met Counts by then. It had been because Cash was a yellow-bellied, spineless assfuck. That Christopher could take. He’d even share in the fucking responsibility, but knowing about
Kendall’s
bullshit and holding it in was all on Fee.

His little pain-in-the-ass motherfucker pointed out that she’d hidden her knowledge about Fee’s relationship with Cash and Stretch. She challenged him to be as angry with her as he was with Fee. Of course, he couldn’t do that. Megan’s actions didn’t affect
their
marriage.

“Christopher,” Johnnie said, barging into the office and interrupting his thoughts. “Brooks showed up yet?”

“Do you see the motherfucker, motherfucker?”

“Not
that
motherfucker,” Mort said, following Johnnie in and pointing to Val. “But this motherfucker showed up to be nosy.”

“You ain’t bein’ nosy, Mort?”

Mort grinned. “Nope. Just showing some support, Prez.”

“Seein’ if you have another job, yeah?” Christopher guessed. If Brooks didn’t have good news for him, he was fucking him up and Mort would have to dispose of him.

“I fuck Brooks up,” Johnnie argued. “On behalf of you and Kendall.”

“Only if he ain’t found a fuckin’ way to keep my ass outta fuckin’ prison.”

“Knock, knock,” Brooks said timidly, tipping through the open doorway. Unlike the designer suits he once wore, his mismatched plaid pants and striped shirt was kinda fucked-up.

“You fuckin’ late.”

Brooks whimpered.

Scared fucking pussy.

“I-I-I’m sorry. I-I-I had a problem reaching…” Cringing, Brooks snapped his mouth shut, his eyes darting around the room. “I-I-I mean…”

“Not that, huh, brother?” Mort asked. “That’s the shit you said when Prez was locked up.”

“How about you change that script?” Johnnie suggested. “Before I have your eyeball delivered to Charlotte in a ring box?”

Johnnie hadn’t revealed where he’d sent Charlotte and Christopher hadn’t bothered to ask. For all he cared, the bitch could’ve been encased in concrete and sent to the bottom of a fucking river. Stretch had told him how she’d talked to Megan and Christopher would never fucking forgive her.

One reason he was fucking enjoying Brooks’ terror so much and didn’t feel an ounce of fucking pity was because of the bitch he’d married.

“What’s the verdict, Brooks?” Val asked. “You walking away with your dick intact?”

“Or do I get to bring you to the meatshack?” Johnnie finished, almost salivating at the prospect.

Sniffling, Brooks drew in a ragged breath. “I th-think the deal I made s-solves the pr-problem.”

“You think?” Mort echoed.

“No! I-I mean I
know
it’s solved,” Brooks stammered.

“Ex-fuckin-plain.”

“The police officers on your case wanted to see you in jail, so I couldn’t bribe them. I’d be at risk of going to jail myself.”

Johnnie rapped his hand against Brooks’ jaw. “That fucking matters how?”

“Yeah, get to the motherfuckin’ point,” Christopher snapped, irritated they had to draw information from the assfuck.

“I br-bribed…I p-paid off a f-few p-people w-with the m-money you gave me. Someone in the records department. The j-judge who set your bond. W-witnesses at the hospital. If they t-turn—”

“We fuck them up,” Christopher said.

“N-no. Your f-files have been d-deleted from the system. L-like you never existed. C-Cash, too.”

Christopher stared at Brooks. “This ain’t comin’ back to haunt my ass?”

“N-no.”

“Know what, Brooks?”

He shook so bad, he looked a minute from fucking fainting. “N-n-n-n-o.”

“I’ma believe your ass and let you live. You better hope this the last of the shit cuz if it ain’t I’ma let Johnnie torture you worse than he did Kyler,
then
I’ma shoot the fuck outta you. Under-fuckin-stand?”

Brooks nodded with force.

“Put this motherfucker on a airplane and send him to his fuckin’ bitch,” Christopher ordered. “Any bribe money you got left, turn it the fuck in.”

“Outlaw…h-hear me out. My p-partners are scrambling to f-find another building. We had fire and w-water damage. We lost everything. Can you help them get back on their feet? They had n-nothing to do with what I d-decided. C-Cash could’ve found a way to disable the sprinklers on my floor and allowed the fire to spread throughout my offices.”

“Ain’t cuz of your firm, fuckhead. It was cuz of the other tenants on the other floors. Ain’t makin’ innocent civilians suffer cuz the firm in
my
back pocket fucked over me.”

“M-my p-partners didn’t know.”

“Get the fuck outta my face, motherfucker, and be happy I let you fuckin’ live.”

In celebration of Outlaw and Cash getting out of their problems, the main room was filled to capacity with brothers for a toast, after a special church session to make the announcement. With Potter behind the bar, two Probates were setting out the food Meggie had cooked earlier. She’d left several aluminum pans warming in the oven. Cash couldn’t wait to get a plate. He was fucking starving. The meeting hadn’t lasted long, but he hadn’t eaten today.

As he joined their group, Johnnie’s phone rang—Kendall, based on the ringtone.

Outlaw recognized it, too. The glare he offered Johnnie made all of them shut the fuck up. Afraid to mumble a word, Cash nodded to Potter, who handed him a beer a moment later.

Johnnie disconnected the call and stared, his face ashen.

Outlaw frowned. “Kendall found out you sent Brooks away?”

No answer.

“You okay, John Boy?” Mort asked.

Clutching his phone, Johnnie didn’t answer.

Concern dropped into Outlaw’s face. “Yo, Johnnie, what the fuck wrong?”

Elbows on the bar top, he allowed his phone to clatter to the wood. “Kendall,” he said. “She lost the baby. My second son.”

“Aww fuck, Johnnie. I’m sorry,” Mort said. “Red okay?”

“She’s devastated. Crying. I…” Bowing his head, Johnnie covered his face. “She doesn’t want a doctor. She said it’s too late. With all the bleeding she did, the baby’s gone.”

Cash recalled Kendall’s request for abortion pills. All the stress she’d endured made it highly possible, she had miscarried. Cash doubted it, though.

“This is my fault,” Johnnie said woodenly. “She asked me to stay with her or to leave the kids with her. I was so fucking angry with her for starting bullshit again. Now, she sounds…”

Mort clapped Johnnie on the back. “Red being upset understandable, brother.”

“She wasn’t thinking about the baby when she was getting into her bullshit,” Val snapped.

“Shut up,” Digger told Val. “Kendall did a lot, but this not the time to remember that. This the time to stick together.”

Mortician and Digger always had a soft spot for Kendall. Cash wondered how they’d defend her if they suspected what he did.

“You all have every right to be angry with my wife,” Johnnie said, not sounding himself at all.

His sadness came through. Just as Cash had spirited Kendall away on behalf of Johnnie, he empathized with the man, too.

“Kendall’s done a lot,” Johnnie continued. “My love for her makes me able to forgive her. That doesn’t mean any of you have to.”

Aww, fuck. Poor John Boy.

Val gnashed his teeth together. “It takes a lot to get my woman to cry, Johnnie. She cried all fucking night because of your bitch and what Kendall revealed about Fee.
Fee
cried all night. They were wrecks because Kendall couldn’t keep her fucking mouth shut.”

“Go to your bitch,” Outlaw directed.

Stiffening, Johnnie stared coldly at Outlaw. “I need to see my kids first. If it wasn’t for you, Kendall would be here with me.”

“Fuck you. Check your fuckin’ attitude before I pluck your fuckin’ eyes out, motherfucker. That cunt exiled cuz of her own fucked up behavior. You love her? Fuckin’ wonderful. I ain’t gonna fuck her up, but she ain’t welcomed here. Every-fuckin-time she get fuckin’ pissed, she gonna threaten to clue Megan the fuck in about shit I ain’t wantin’ her to know.”