Page 178 of Misrule
“What the fuck new about that?” Outlaw answered, not flinching.
He pocketed his 9mm, walking to Johnnie and ignoring the gun pointed at his head. He yanked the weapon out of Johnnie’s hand and slammed it against his chest.
Johnnie sat heavily on the sofa and stared straight ahead. “Kendall…” He drew in a heavy sigh. “No wonder she hates…hated…Megan. Emily looks…She’s the woman who was Kendall’s arch nemesis in school.”
Outlaw’s inscrutable expression gave Emily an insight into his ruthlessness. He gave no indication he knew her.
“John Boy,” the man called Mortician said, stepping next to Outlaw. “Prez not a sneaky bitch like that, brother. If he wanted you to meet this Emily chick”—a brief nod in her direction to acknowledge her—“then he would’ve introduced you himself.”
“I know.” Johnnie hung his head. “But, fuck, Mort!” He shifted and looked between the two men. “Christopher, is Kendall really off the hook? I’m…” He drew in a deep breath. “I’m so scared for her life.”
“Cuz you know that cunt need buryin’, motherfucker.”
“I might be divorcing her, but she’s still the mother of my children. I don’t want her dead. I want her better.”
Outlaw folded his arms. “Then what, huh, assfuck? You takin’ her back? You lettin’ her be with another motherfucker? Think about this shit while you at it.” He pointed to Emily. “What the fuck this bitch fuckin’ mean to my fuckin’ ass to get revenge on your bitch?”
Uncertainty slid across Johnnie’s face and he stared at Emily. She wondered if he saw her at all through that chilling light in his eyes. “Emily looks like Megan. That would be the ultimate revenge on Kendall. If I end up with Megan’s lookalike and her biggest tormenter. Kendall isn’t mentally strong enough for that.”
“That bitch Frankenstein. She strong enough for any-fuckin-thing.”
Emily chewed her lower lip to stifle her laughter.
“And…and Megan,” Johnnie went on in a voice so weary Emily almost felt sorry for him. “She doesn’t want any harm to come to Kendall. You couldn’t deploy your same tactics to seek revenge on my wife because ofyourwoman.”
“I love the fuck outta Megan, Johnnie. Ain’t doin’ shit to piss her the fuck off and have the lil’ motherfucker disa-fuckin-pointed in my ass. She my fuckin’ world.”
Mortician sidled a frown in Outlaw’s direction as Johnnie met Outlaw’s gaze. They stared at one another, until Johnnie conceded and looked away.
“That doesn’t exactly sound like a denial,” he said tightly.
“Ain’t givin’ a good motherfuck what the fuck it sound like to you.”
“Swear to me that my meeting Emily was purely by chance,” Johnnie demanded, turning to study him.
Outlaw snickered. “Ain’t swearin’ shit to you, motherfucker. You either believin’ me or you fuckin’ ain’t.”
“Kendall got Megan kidnapped,” Johnnie said with distinct despair. “Megan almost died while Kendall withheld the information. Megan says it’s over and done with. You almost lost your goddamn mind, Christopher. I know you.I know you. There’s no fucking way you’re letting that go. Kendall’s still alive. Yourewardedher with all kinds of shit. Trapping her in your snare. Luring her into your web.” He stood. “If something happens to her by her own hand, you won’t have killed her, but you’d still be responsible for her death because of your schemes.” He shook his head. “Don’t do this to her. Whatever it is. If it isn’t Emily, then it’s something.Please. Don’t hurt Kendall. Let me send her away.”
Instead of answering, Outlaw folded his arms.
“Think about how devastated you’d be if something ever happened to Megan, whether she was at your side or far away,” Johnnie went on. “I love Kendall. I just can’t live with her anymore. I can’t take her schemes and her bullshit. I…don’t hurt her,” he said again. “If you need to seek revenge, kill me instead. Take my life in place of hers.”
“A quarter of that bitch worth ten of you, motherfucker,” Outlaw barked.
“Not to me,” Johnnie shot back.
Outlaw met Johnnie’s gaze. For a moment, Emily thought he was going to confess all.
“You want the fuckin’ truth?” Outlaw said in a lethal tone. “I hate that cunt. She still a-fuckin-live cuz of Megan. All the fuck I wanna do is shoot the fuck outta her for so many fuckin’ reasons. I want that bitch gone. Dead. Wiped the fuck off the face of the fuckin’ earth. Shot from a fuckin’ cannon into fuckin’ space so she can fuckin’ turn into fuckin’ dust. I ain’t able to do that cuz of my girl. Every-fuckin-thing Kendall got cuz of Megan. My life, Megan life, my boy life,yourfuckin’ life, your lil motherfuckers’ lives, ain’t ever mattered to Kendall. You think I give a good motherfuck what happen to fuckin’ Kendall when you start fuckin’ other bitches a-fuckin-gain?”
Johnnie looked at Mortician. “Talk to him.”
“What the fuck you want me to say, John Boy? I fucking talk to Red ‘til my balls fucking blue. She don’t fucking listen and that just piss Prez the fuck off.”
“You’re her friend,” Johnnie reminded him.
“I love Red, but she the busiest bitch around,” Mortician said in frustration. He rubbed his eyes then focused on Outlaw. “Prez, Johnnie love Red. Reconsider whatever psycho stalker Wildman revenge you plan for her. We know you planning something. We all do. It might not be this.” He pointed at Emily. “Her, but it’s something. Just don’t kill her.”
