Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (83 page)

He’d
never
hit her, no matter what. Kill her? Yeah. Hit her? No. That was a fucking line he refused to ever cross. However, if she wanted to think that so she’d keep her fucking hands to herself, so fucking be it. He didn’t come here to have her knock the fuck out of him because she’d have no retaliation.

“Answer the fuckin’ question. You cheated on John Boy while you been stayin’ here?”

“I have not! I’d never betray Johnnie with anyone other than you. But you’re such a perverted goddamn pig, you’d prefer a girl little more than a child when you met her. You had to raise her to turn her into a woman. No, excuse me. You knocked her up and made her grow up physically. Mentally, the jury’s still out.”

Her goading was the reason Megan asked him to leave his piece out of the house. What Kendall said constituted blowing-the-fuck-away material. Or choking-the-fuck-out-of shit.

To keep from giving in to his urges, he stepped back, balling his hands into fists. Visiting Kendall might not have been the best fucking idea.

“Leave Megan outta this,” he warned. “Your fuckin’ hate for my girl the reason your ass here, so shut the fuck up and listen to what I gotta say, so I can leave. Whether the fuck you come back to the club or leave, never to be fuckin’ heard from again, up to you. One way or the fuckin’ other, this shit gettin’ resolved
to-fuckin-day
. I ain’t watchin’ Johnnie so fuckin’ miserable no longer.”

“If I go away, he’ll be miserable forever,” she said triumphantly.

“He got the fuck over you before, he’d do it again.
And
he’d have his children.”

“They’re my kids too, asshole,” she growled. “He wouldn’t get them without a fight.”

“Disappear.” He could fucking work with this idea. Every-fucking-body would be appeased. Best of fucking all, he wouldn’t kill Kendall, so Megan couldn’t hold that against him. “I’m willin’ to give you half a rock to just leave.” Fuck, he’d take it out of his personal money.

“Fuck you. There’s no amount of money that can make me leave Johnnie,” she snarled, tears coming to her eyes. “I love him.”

“Yeah? Then why the fuck you killed his kid?” He raised his hands before she commented. Denial or confirmation, Christopher didn’t fucking care. “I already fuckin’ know the truth, Kendall, so shut the fuck up. Cash got the fucker who sold you the fuckin’ pills. The conversation between them recorded. I already fucked the motherfucker up and buried him for helpin’ you destroy my brother child. You that fuckin’ pissed at Johnnie, you shoulda took it out on
him
, not fucked up a innocent baby. What the fuck wrong with you? How the fuck could you do that? You lost one fuckin’ kid.”

“Baby Biker,” she reminded him. “A baby Johnnie wanted. I’d always intended to abort it, so it wasn’t meant to be born. You see the difference between me and Meggie? She went on and fucking on about Patrick. She took it too far. That baby was gone and she couldn’t get it back.”

Christopher released a sound of fury and rushed toward her. Seeing him coming, Kendall scrambled out of her seat. When that didn’t deter him, she darted around him, but he grabbed her hair and yanked her back. “Listen up, Kendall,” he whispered, close to her ear. “I fuckin’ left my nine in my saddlebag but I still got fuckin’ hands, like you said. They still got knives in this motherfucker. You wanna fuckin’ live, don’t bring up Patrick again. The difference between you and Megan is she got a fuckin’ heart. Before she hurt my kid, she’d risk her own life. Johnnie sent you away to save your fuckin’ life. Cuz, lemme tell you. I wanna kill you so fuckin’ bad. I fuckin’
despise
you. You fuck with me cuz you want me to take pussy from you.” He shook her, unmoved by the hot tears sliding against his hand. “Ain’t ever fuckin’ happenin’. I don’t wanna fuck you. I ain’t
ever
wanted to fuck you. I want Johnnie fuckin’ happy. That’s it. I’m here to bring your ass back with the stipulation that if you ever fuckin’
look
at my girl wrong, I’ma let Johnnie know you killed his kid. That let me off the fuckin’ hook. I ain’t gotta fuckin’ kill you. If he didn’t fuckin’ do it himself, he’d fuckin’ divorce you.”

“You’d tell Johnnie about my abortion?” she sobbed in a low tone.

“A spouse for a fuckin’ spouse. I want Johnnie happy, but if his happiness depend on Megan well-being, guess who the fuck gonna lose? Every fuckin’ time you think about fuckin’ with Megan, remember your fuckin’ man. Don’t fuckin’ even fuckin’
think
about openin’ your fuckin’ mouth to Megan about Dinah or Traveler. Hear me?”

“A little while ago you wanted to send me away. You didn’t come here to bring me back.”

“Wishful fuckin’ thinkin’ I came the fuck up with on the fuckin’ fly,” he admitted. “Now, fuckin’ tell me you understand what the fuck I’m askin’ of you.”

“I understand. I’ll never say anything to Meggie about anything that I’m not supposed to. Now, let go of me and I’ll explain myself to you.”

He released her, then shook his head. “I ain’t interested in nothin’ you gotta say.”

Sniffling, she dissolved into tears, leaning against his chest, fucking
determined
that he touch her. “Back the fuck up.”

Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’m so sorry!” she wailed. “I was so angry about my job. Then Roxy just deserted me. Meggie refused to stand up for
women
by siding with me. To top it all off, Johnnie sent me away. He could’ve challenged you to…to…a duel or something.”

Christopher grabbed her shoulders and shook her, hoping to pull her back the fuck out of psycho land. A duel? That shit said it all. “First off? This ain’t the OK Corral or old England or France. You fuckin’ livin’ in a fuckin’ fantasy. Second, Roxy ain’t deserted you.” He wasn’t about to tell her about Roxy’s cancer. He’d let Johnnie deal with that reaction. “Third, how the fuck my girl not tellin’ me to let you get your job back not standin’ the fuck up for women? That woulda had nothin’ to do with whatever the fuck other girls facin’. And, fuckin’ finally, Johnnie fuckin’ love you. For the thousandth goddamn time. But lemme be clear. He ain’t ever winnin’ against me and neither will you. Stop fuckin’ fightin’ me, Kendall. All it do is bring death and destruction and misery. Mainly, your fuckin’ own.”

“Kyler’s dead. Charlotte’s house is burned down. Brooks has no office. That’s more than just my misery.”

“Yeah, but you fuckin’ caused all of it. Cuz you one stubborn cunt.” She’d also caused an almost unresolvable wedge between him and Fee. He had to let by-fucking-gones be by-fucking-gones. However… “Johnnie just stuck in one place. He gotta move forward with his life. So, again, I wanna take you to him. You stick to my terms, things gonna be fine.”

“What about you and me making love? I swear I won’t tell anybody.”

Jesus, Mary, and all that was fucking holy. “I’m
not
fuckin’ you,” he roared, then decided on a different tact. Out of fucking choices, he’d opt to reason with her. Now who the fuck was the pyscho cunt?
Him
. Unreasonable bitches couldn’t fucking be reasoned with. He pointed to the chair. “Sit the fuck down,” he ordered, stalking to the sofa.

She smiled at him and complied, not in the least ashamed that her slightly parted legs revealed her shaved cunt. His glare deepened her smile. “Why you want us to fuck? You really attracted to me or you just want in my bed cuz of Megan? Do you even fuckin’ know?”

A bitter stare replaced her satisfaction. “I fucking hate you,” she snarled. “But I can’t seem to
not
want sex with you, as much as I fucking try. I finger my pussy thinking of you.”

As those images assaulted him, he frowned and thrust his fingers through his hair.

“The more you fucking best me, the more I want you. You’re the only one I’ve ever met who I can’t crack. Eventually, any other man,
every
other man, gives in to me. I get them where I want them. Not you. How you can outwit me is something I don’t understand. Even Johnnie softens when I cry. I find a way to get him to back off and give me what I want. Why won’t you give in to me? What does
Meggie
have that she has a man like you wrapped around her fucking finger? Do you know how frustrating that is?”

“In other words, you play Johnnie.” Christopher refused to address her other craziness.

Her lower lip trembled. “No, I don’t play him. I gentle him down. He can be so frightening when he wants to be and…and if I don’t get him to ease off, I’ll lose him. I love him and, other than my children, he’s all I have.”

Christopher cocked his head to the side. “You really love him or is it just fuckin’ need?”

“I love him. I swear. Leaving him, months ago, made me realize just how much. For the first time, I was strong and without a man, on my own two feet. I didn’t need him and I could rely on myself. My job gave me that independence. I missed him so much.” Sniffling, she bowed her head. “I missed you, too.”

Just listening to her felt like a betrayal to Johnnie. Christopher couldn’t understand how she professed to love Johnnie, yet still want him.

“I don’t know why,” she managed. “God knows, I hate you. You’re uncouth. Ignorant. Perverted. Uneducated. Violent. Psychopathic. Oversexed. Chauvinistic. Just a general fucking asshole.”

“You through yet?”

“You have no counterattack?” she asked in surprise. “No insults to hurl my way?”

“Nope. Cuz, after today, I ain’t talkin’ to you a-fuckin-gain. It worked out fuckin’ well for me before. Why fuck with success? The less I talk to you, the less a chance I have of fuckin’ you up.”

“You haven’t fucked me up right now,” she said softly.

“Don’t fuckin’ tempt me,” he grumbled.

She pursed her lips. “So what now?” she asked after a moment of silence.

“Now you get some fuckin’ clothes on and we head back to the club.”

“What does Meggie have that I don’t? Whatever else is wrong between me and Johnnie, we always have sex. I know how to please a man.”

Christopher would never be able to get through to Kendall about the two of them fucking.
Never. Ever.
She’d always carry a sick fascination for him. “Kendall, fuck, you fuckin’ think I’m the lowest, stupidest motherfucker a-fuckin-live. You got a good motherfucker. Johnnie educated like you. He like that preppy bullshit you like. He listen to fucking
opera
for you. I ain’t a motherfucker you wanna fuck around with, so
why
the fuck you still talkin’ about us fuckin’?”

“You’re all of that,” she grouched, throwing him the evil eye. “But you’re also charismatic and sexy and the way you’re with Meggie…you’d kill your children if it meant saving her. You worship her.”

“She worship me right back,” he told her. “All the shit you crucify my ass for don’t fuckin’ matter to Megan. Two things she ask me for.
Two
. Fidelity and not abusing her. The first one? Even when she had evidence, she believed in me. You and Johnnie ain’t got that. You want him to be a motherfucker he not. You so busy focusin’ on Megan, you fuckin’ lost yourself. Fuck all drivin’ you looped outta your fuckin’ head but my girl. She the catalyst for all your fuckin’ crazy bullshit. That don’t mean you depressed. That mean you stone fuckin’ obsessed.
Stop
competin’ with my wife. Let your man be himself. Believe that the motherfucker got what’s best for you in mind. Always and forever. Cuz he fuckin’ do.”

“Are you going to tell Meggie?”

“That you asked me to fuck you?”

She nodded.

“What the fuck you think?” Of course he would.

“Okay,” she whispered miserably. “She won’t easily forgive me. She’s so different with me since you were kidnapped.”

“I wonder fuckin’ why,” he said sarcastically. “Any-fuckin-way, do it matter if Megan forgive you. You fuckin’ hate her.”

“That’s the same thing Fee said. I don’t hate Meggie. I resent her terribly. Her easy friendship with Johnnie and how she is with you. She has all the power and control. With one word, she can order you to kill someone or save their lives. Her.”

“That ain’t always the case.”

“Most of the time it is. If she decides she doesn’t want me there, I’ll have to go.”

“Megan not gonna do that, though in reverse,
you
would.”

“Yes,” she admitted. “If I had the power that she does, I’d exercise it. What good is power if you don’t know you have it? Or if you don’t know what to do with it?”

“That’s cuz you a fuckin’ oligarch.”

Her eyes widened. “You know what the means?”

“Fuck off.”

“Johnnie told me you got inappropriate confused with misappropriate. How the hell do you know what an oligarch is?”

“If John Boy shut the fuck up to your fuckin’ ass, some of this shit might be avoided. You wouldna fuckin’ had ammunition to fuck with Megan.” Fuck, Megan had been through enough with Daphne. Their marriage had been through enough. If he told Megan about Kendall, she’d be hurt and angry. Therefore… “You wantin’ pussy from me stayin’ between me and you.
This time.
Do it a-fuckin-gain and I’ma tell Megan and Johnnie.”