Page 130 of Misrule
Watched?
She was in a house Outlaw had given to her. And…and he might’vepretendedto listen to Meggie and overlook Kendall’s participation in Meggie’s kidnapping. Furthermore, hesaidhe disciplined CJ for disrespecting Kendall.Still, Kendall had gone overboard in what she’d intended to do to the boy. It was a situation Outlaw wouldn’t allow to pass without retaliation.
Shoving the covers aside, Kendall jumped out of bed and glanced around her room, inhaling and exhaling as if she’d run a marathon.
What should she do? What could she do?
Call Johnnie?
No, he wouldn’t care. She was on her own.
Ordering herself to calm down, Kendall considered her options. If she showed any fear, Outlaw would move in for the kill soon.Sooner. But if she bought some time, challenged him, she could get away.
She paced, nausea churning in her. One last time she’d have to deceive her beloved Johnnie. She’d have to lull him into allowing her more freedom with Matilda. Rory and JJ she’d leave with him. Her daughter, however, was coming with her.
A sob escaped her and she covered her face. Outlaw might be watching her give into her weakness. At the thought, she straightened her shoulders, swiped a hand across her runny nose, and drew herself up.
Biting down on her lip, she tugged her silk nightie off her shoulders and allowed it to slide to the floor. She wasn’t sure where the camera might be located and she really didn’t care.
She wished to have her family, her friends, back. But wishes were for dreamers and children, and she was neither.
So she turned in a circle, slow, provocative, hands on hips.
“Do you have the house bugged,Christopher?” she sneered into the air. “Do I fascinate you that much? Take your fill of what you’ll never have.”
How could she have been so stupid? Why had she believed he’d forgive her enough to gift her with so much, when Johnnie was barely on speaking terms with her?
For most of her adult life, she’d survived by shielding herself from pain and hurt by doling it out. How could anyone get to her if she struck first?
She spun again, swinging her hair, tweaking her nipple before sliding her finger to her bare pussy.
“Don’t you want it,Christopher? How does it feel knowing I’m the one woman you’ll never have? My pussy belongs to Johnnie. You’ll never have a taste.”
She cupped her pussy, then dissolved into tears and sank to the floor. She didn’t care if Outlawwasspying on her and saw her brokenness. She didn’t care that all her behavior would earn her is more disgust and a label of being obsessed with Outlaw.
Covering her face, she cried in loud, broken sobs. Scenes from her life at the club shuffled through her memory. The first time she’d seen Johnnie and fucked him. The next time when she’d sat and had a drink with him.
The day she’d met Meggie, who’d turned into Kendall’s destruction and her deliverance.
She thought of last night, and what seemed like herlast nightwith her husband. She’d been in so much pain and infused with anger, cursing Meggie and Outlaw, as Johnnie ushered her to her Navigator then had gotten into his and followed her to the house.
It would’ve been better if he’d bade her good night and drove off.
Instead…
Kendall curled into a ball on the floor, thinking of all that had gone wrong.
She’d limped to the sofa and sat, staring at her husband. One way or the other those fucking Caldwells were trying to ruin his beautiful face. “How’s your nose?”
“Broken,” Johnnie answered flatly, fingering the bandage Zoann had put on it.
“That little bitch is going to pay for what she did to us.”
“No!” Johnnie said in a hard voice. “Leave Megan the fuck alone. You’ve fucked with her one time too many.”
“Are you taking up for her?” Kendall had demanded in outrage.
Heaving in a breath, he glanced away from her.
