Page 53 of Misrule
That sounded ominous. She was all in. “For good? How?”
“Don’t fuckin’ worry about that. Just do your fuckin’ job and shit gonna fuckin’ fall into place.”
“If you intend to kill her, I can do it for you. I’ll be happy to.” At one time, Emily had loved indulging in the death sites on the dark web. Corpses fascinated her. She wanted to wield that power of life and death over someone. “I don’t need some ugly biker named Johnnie. You and me can work together.”
He smirked at her. “You think Johnnie a ugly motherfucker? You think Kendall woulda took him if he was?”
“Most bikers are big hairy brutes. You’re the exception and I think Kendall was so desperate to marry, she would take any man who offered.”
Without answering, Outlaw pulled a cell phone from his pocket. A moment later, he held the device in front of her. A close-up of a golden-haired man with golden skin and silver eyes stared at her. He was magnificent!
“Johnnie.”
“Johnnie,” Emily breathed, unable to drag her gaze away, until realization dawned. “Kendall’s husband?”
“He got a college degree,” Outlaw said on a nod. “He a real preppy motherfucker. Bitches love this motherfucker.” He pulled the phone back and stared at her. “He good and bad all rolled into one.”
“And you want me to seduce him away from Kendall?”
“No. Seduce ain’t the right word. Have a fuckin’ relationship with him that Kendall know about.”
“He has a roaming eye,” Emily decided with satisfaction. Something must’ve been wrong with him if he’d married Kendall.
“Johnnie been wantin’ to fuck my woman for fuckin’ years,” Outlaw announced, a cold glint dropping into his green gaze.
“I thought Kendall wanted to fuck you.”
“She do. And her man wanna fuck my girl. That ain’t hard to understand.”
“It sounds like a soap opera.”
“What the fuck ever,” Outlaw said in dismissal.
“You know you really need to learn to deal with women. You’re rather overbearing.”
“Ain’t here to fuckin’ impress you, Emily.”
Oh, God. When he said her name…
“You got one-up already to take Johnnie from Kendall.”
“Because I look like your wife who Johnnie wants to fuck?”
“Ain’t I just said that, babe?” he asked with impatience but stopped to stare at her again, his gaze touching every plane and angle of her face.
She glowed under his look. “Will I just fuck him or do I get you, too?”
Only half-listening, Christopher blinked at Emily’s comment, his brain still trying to process why the fuck this bitch looked so much like his Megan. He kept staring at her, wondering who the fuck Big Joe stuck his cock in. Christopher also wanted to study the woman that had driven Kendall crazy and made her hate Megan to the point ofpsychopathness. The more he looked at her, the clearer Emily and Megan’s differences became.
Across from him sat a very fucking pretty woman. But Megan was drop-dead, heart-stoppingly, dick-hardeningly gorgeous.
“You’re staring again,” she murmured. Her voice had moments of sweetness, but it was more nasally than Megan’s. Irritating as fuck. He just…fuck, Megan had a nephew she didn’t know about. Could she have a sister, too?
What was the fucking odds that years before psycho cunt crossed paths with Megan, she’d been on the fringes of their lives because Emily belonged to Big Joe? Then, to end up, at the club…
“How much are you paying?”
Her question snapped his gaze away from her face. “Johnnie’ll fuck you cuz you look like Megan, but to keep his interest e-fuckin-nuff where he want a relationship with you, you gotta dress a certain way. Business-like, at first. That remind me. Get some fuckin’ business cards.”
