Page 181 of Misrule
“Prez, honest…?” Mort looked into the distance, then heaved in a sigh and met his gaze. “The shit you doing not your style. You don’t do fucking sneak attacks. If you want a motherfucker dead, you killing them and letting every motherfucker around know what the fuck you did.”
Christopher scrubbed a hand over his face. “This shit different. This family. Megan ain’t wantin’ me to kill Johnnie or Kendall.”
“That’s why the motherfucker alive today,” Mortician guessed. “When you shot him a few months ago, I know you re-angled your piece at the last minute because of Meggie girl. But, fuck, what you doing getting this Emily chick involved with Johnnie?”
“Trying to get Kendall so fuckin’ traumatized that she can’t take livin’ no fuckin’ more and go fuck herself the fuck up.”
Mort winced. “In other words,younot killing her.”
“Not fuckin’ directly.”
“No, but, dead is dead, Outlaw. Whether you kill Kendall yourself or drive her to do it, she’ll still be gone.”
“And the fuckin’ world be a better place without her,” Christopher snapped, feeling as psycho as psycho cunt. No wonder Johnnie was so fucked up. That’s what that bitch did to motherfuckers with her Franken-fucking-stein ass.
Memories of his son with members of a Dweller support club because CJ had been abandoned by the same motherfuckers who’d taken Megan hadn’t left him yet. Inevitable, he thought ofMegan, and the way he’d found her close to death. In some fucking shape or form, Kendall had been responsible for each of those events.
“Just off the top of my goddamn head, I can fuckin’ name sixteen fuckin’ crimes that bitch did, Mort.”
“Sixteen,Prez?”
“She got Johnnie shot.” He used his finger to tick off each crime she’d committed. “She drugged the motherfucker. She got my ass, Val, and her-fuckin-self stolen after inter-fuckin-fering in club business. She stowed away on the goddamn plane I was on to go and fix her fuckin’ bullshit. She threatened to open her big fuckin’ mouth and tell Megan the truth about what happened to Traveler and Dinah. She got into a fuckin’ fight with Bitsy. She came to the club, on Logan orders, to get dick from me to fuck up my marriage.”
“Prez, you about to run out of fucking fingers.”
Christopher flipped Mort off, then ditched the current finger count and started off. “She keep flirtin’ with my goddamn ass. The first time she met Megan that bitch told my girl she was the cunt that grinded her pussy on me. She paid Daphne to fuck with me to make Megan think I was cheatin’. She got that stupid bitch fucked up cuz I told Daphne to stop fuckin’ with Megan. Did she fuckin’ listen? Nope. Kendall made her believe other-fuckin-wise. Let’s fuckin’ forget Daphne a minute. Kendall blackmailed Fee. She a lyin’ bitch when she told motherfuckers she knocked up. And what about her lil’ motherfuckers? The way that bitch treat Rory is fucked up and you fuckin’ know it.”
Mortician squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Damn, Red make it hard to plead for her life, huh?”
“Very fuckin’ hard. What the fuck can you fuckin’ say?”
“Red tried to get Bailey to divorce me, Outlaw. She was just looking out for Bailey, though.” Mortician raised his hands before Christopher blasted him. “Hold on. Kendall selfish, but some of the shit she do is for the right reasons. She just go about them the wrong way.”
“That’s your fuckin’ friend, Mort, so you gonna take up for her.”
“I don’t have nothing to say about the way she treat her kids and CJ,” Mort confessed.
“A bitch fuckin’ willin’ to beat a kid like he a grown fuckin’ man is a bitch that don’t deserve to fuckin’ breathe. Case fuckin’ closed. Kendall need to die.Iwant to kill her. Put the gun to her head, meet her eyes with mine, and blow her the fuck away.”
“I understand, Prez. Any other motherfucker and she would’ve been grounded a long time ago.”
“Exactly, Mort. Cuz in our fuckin’ world, a motherfucker fuck up, he die. Ain’t no middle-fuckin’-ground. Kendall fuck up over and over a-fuckin-gain.”
“That’s just it, Prez. This the gray area we never have had to worry about, but now we talking about family. No matter how you feel about it, Red related.”
Christopher clenched his jaw. Hearing Mort speak the words he’d been thinking, annoyed the fuck out of him.
“Whether you like it or not, Outlaw, it’s true,” Mort insisted. “You not handling things as you normally would,per se. Your means of reaching the end result is different, but Kendall still going to end up deader than a motherfucker.”
“Sharper was your fuckin’ old man. Johnnie was Logan favorite. You two motherfuckers still fucked upthosetwo motherfuckers. Ain’t no gray area there.”
“What do you want me to say, Prez?” Mortician asked, a thread of frustration dropping into his tone.
“Not a motherfuckin’ thing,” Christopher snapped.
What was there to say? Either that bitch would live or fucking die. By telling Mort the truth, yesterday, after leaving Emily, Christopher knew he was having second thoughts.
Mort used the binoculars to look across the way. “Joyner gone, Prez.”
