Page 52 of Misrule
“Psycho cunt.”
She laughed. “Psycho who?”
“Psycho cunt,” he repeated with a disarming grin.
Oh my God, he was gorgeous. Emily’s panties melted.
“Yeah, uh, yes. Kendall.” Her words were breathless. “Psycho cunt. I’ve never liked her.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Any particular fuckin’ reason why?”
“Does it matter?” she shot back. “If she’s your enemy, you wouldn’t care why I disliked her.”
“Answer the fuckin’ question,” he demanded.
At his tone, she instantly obeyed. “I just never liked her, Outlaw. She was poor with no daddy and a nut for a mom. She always wanted attention.Myattention.” Remembering Kendall as a child shot jealousy through Emily. “All the boys liked that stupid cow and she was too fat and oblivious to see it. All she worried about was being accepted,by me. By anyone.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder. “She gave me the power. I just wielded it.”
“You ain’t ever thought bein’ nice to her woulda been better? She was a fuckin’ kid, only needin’ a motherfucker to understand her.”
Emily bit back her retort, arranging the dynamics of the club in her head. He was the president. Kendall’s husband was the vice-president. They possibly had a close relationship, so…so Outlaw wanted her to do a job for him. Yet, he was still a little outraged on Kendall’s behalf.
Not quite enemies then.
Her guard went up, but for completely different reasons than from the earlier one. If he wasforKendall, he wasagainstEmily. That wouldn’t do. She refused to allow that redheaded bitch one more victory. Closing her eyes, she squeezed tears out. “I’m so sorry to have mistreated her all those years ago.” She sniffled and rubbed her cheek, giving him an imploring look. “I know I need to make it up to her.”
“First of fuckin’ all, I ain’t givin’ a fuck about your tears. They fake as fuck any-fuckin-way. Five fuckin’ minutes ago, you said you ain’t ever liked her ass. Now, you sittin’ there spoutin’ bullshit about wantin’ to make up your fucked-up behavior up to her?”
She blinked, then widened her eyes. Not many people read her so well. “Your crankiness will not get you your way,” she sniffed, dropping her theatrics. “As a matter of fact, I might be so turned off by it that I refuse to help you.”
“That’s on your fuckin’ ass if you ain’t wantin’ to help me. Usin’ you would be easier, but I got a fuckin’ Plan B, C, D, E, and into in-fuckin-finity.”
Oh my God! This man. He intrigued her so much, she couldn’t refuse him.
“Fine, Outlaw. Fine. I don’t regret what I did to Kendall. In my eyes, she’ll always be a pathetic, overgrown pig, who grew up to be little more than a slut.”
“A whore in designer clothes,” Outlaw agreed.
“Yes!” Emily said with a clap of her hands, happy at his putdown.
“That might be, Emily, but Kendall ain’t wantin’ for nothin’. She get on my last fuckin’ nerve. And I wanna fuckin’ kill her and box small pieces of her body the fuck up, but you ain’t got room to fuckin’ talk. She a strong bitch, pulled herself up to be a lawyer. She selfish as a motherfucker. Only think about her fuckin’ self. Jealous of my woman. Stole Johnnie balls. Wanna fuck me…”
Who could blame Kendall? Emily wanted to fuck him, too.
“Do you hate her or admire her?” she demanded.
“I hate that fuckin’ bitch with every fuckin’ thing in me, but I ain’t tryna get rid of her fuckin’ ass only to end up with a worse fuckin’ bitch. Ten times as hypocritical, judgmental, and who like to cause fuckin’ trouble. Johnnie and Kendall separated. I want her fuckin’ gone for good.”
Emily’s ears perked at the news. “Kendall didn’t tell me that. She told me she was married.”
“She is.”
“Like they were together. Better?”
“They ain’t.How-fuckin-ever, Johnnie gonna end up takin’ that bitch back. He always fuckin’ do. But Kendall hate my wife and obsessed with your fuckin’ ass.”
Those words brightened Emily’s perspective. This just got better and better. “Is that so?”
“Yeah, babe, so I wanna hire you to get Johnnie away from Kendall and drive her in-fuckin-sane. All part of my plan to get her the fuck outta his life,ourlives, for fuckin’ good.”
