Page 191 of Misrule
The line went dead.
Breaking into sobs, Kendall curled on the floor, feeling as if her entire world had crashed around her.
Hearing that Roxanne would be coming in today to cook, since Ophelia had a previous engagement, Knox had hung around the clubhouse. If Roxanne showed up, it would give him another opportunity to use her pretense of them still being a couple. Outlaw and Mortician had returned from wherever they’d gone to, last night, not long after Knox had gotten back from the tattoo shop.
Mortician had been cordial but hadn’t inquired about Gabe’s work or even if Knox had made the appointment. Outlaw had been in the clubhouse and out so quickly, Knox hadn’t had a chance to say anything to him. He was in a hurry to get back to Megan.
Today, Knox’s decision not to leave the clubhouse, had been in vain. Roxanne hadn’t come in. In fact, it had been Megan for both breakfast and dinner. Frustrated and annoyed, Knox had gone back to his room and decided to do surveillance on Kendall. With everything going on, that task had gotten lost in the shuffle.
Most of the day had gone by without much fanfare. Then, in late evening, Knox had gotten an alert, so he’d picked up his tablet in time to see Kendall in a meltdown. It was so horrifying that he’d felt sorry for her, especially when he considered how upset Roxanne would be if she’d seen one of her babies in such a condition.
Because Megan was on premises, cooking and serving dinner, Outlaw was in his office. Grabbing his tablet, Knox rushed down the hallway and pushed into Outlaw’s office, without bothering to knock.
“I think we need to back off Kendall.” He shoved the tablet in front of Outlaw.
“I ain’t payin’ you to think.”
Kendall had just gotten off the telephone with Johnnie. Knox hated to leave the live feed, fearing what she might do to herself, but he had to reason with Outlaw.
“Look at this.”
Outlaw glared at him.
“Please,” Knox added, tired, weary, and desperate. “Roxanne will never forgive me if she knows I’m party to Kendall’s destruction. The woman is falling to pieces.”
Scowling, Outlaw snatched the tablet out of Knox’s hand and replayed the footage from the last half hour. Once he finished, he sat the tablet in front of him and blew out a heavy breath.
“She stumbled into a fucking corner and rocked herself back and forth.” Watching as it happened in real time had upset Knox. His heart had sunk. “She looks haggard and harried. She knows she’s being watched.”
A muscle ticked in Outlaw’s jaw.
“This is Johnnie’s wife!”
“And Megan and CJ tormentor,” Outlaw snapped.
“Don’t you feel sorry for her?”
Outlaw glanced at the dark screen on the tablet, then raised a hard, green gaze to Knox. “No.”
“How can you be so cold?”
“Call me what the fuck you want. You think I give a fuck about her state? How many times that bitch been in control and ain’t gave a good fuck about who the fuck she steamrolled?”
“But—”
“Fuck Kendall, Knox. She gettin’ what the fuck she deserve. She shoulda fuckin’ thought what the fuck might happen to her be-fuckin-fore she got Megan kidnapped and tried to punch CJ.”
“You’re gaslighting her.”
“I’d like to pour fuckin’ gasonher and light a goddamn match.” Outlaw glared at him. “If you want off the case, cuz of Roxanne, then fuckin’ quit.”
He made it sound so easy, but Knox knew better than to trust that simple statement.
“Will there be ramifications for me?” he demanded.
“Ain’t givin’ you the rest of your fuckin’ money. Other than that shit, nope.”
He released a pent-up breath, relief flowing through him. “I’ll collect the surveillance equipment the next time she’s out.”
