Page 81 of Misrule
She stole a kiss from him. “Didn’t the doctor mention something about a failure rate? If, for any reason, your vasectomy fails and I end up pregnant, I’d be happy and I’d love that baby as I do each of our other kids. Let’s not actively try to get me pregnant, though.”
“Ima talk to the new motherfuckers on your detail. Tell them to give you space but still keep a eye on you. Ain’t no fuckin’ reason motherfuckers should be buyin’ your tampons. Why the fuck you didn’t tell me that was the problem?”
“I didn’t want you to shoot anyone.”
And motherfuckerswouldagot shot.
He grunted, arranging the confession in his head that he’d had the procedure already. Words fucking failed him. Of-fucking-course, she’d discover it on her own when it came time to fuck.
To curtail that, maybe, he needed to purposely piss her off…?
They were above such bullshit. Weren’t they? Their relationship worked so well because they talked to each other. Although, usually, they were on the same fucking page. He didn’t know what to do now. This was so important.
She came to him and stood between his thighs. He winced at how the slight movement sent pain tearing through him.
She lifted a brow. Before she had a chance to speak, he bent and kissed her.
“I love you, baby,” he said.
She placed her arms around his neck. “I know,” she murmured. “And I love you. So much. I just want to be the wife you deserve.”
Shaking his head, he took her face between his hands. “Baby, don’t start with this fuckin’ bullshit a-fuckin-gain.”
“Oh, Christopher,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to worry about me and I’m so sorry for being difficult and selfish and…” She stepped back and wiped at the sudden tears slipping down her cheeks. “I don’t know what to do…Ididn’tknow what to do. I talked to Roxy today and she thinks I should have the guards. Now, hearing you tell me you’d get a vasectomy reversal…omigod, Christopher!” She sniffled. “I’m so sorry to have put you through such worry. There’s no way I’d have you go through that pain when the solution is so simple. I mean I’m scared anyway. No matter how I try, I can’t get over that fear. And…and I did feel safer with the detail. I was so wrong. Can you ever forgive me? I’ll have my detail again,” she announced and launched herself into his arms, burying her face against his chest.
Meanwhile, his cock ached, his balls throbbed, and his stomach heaved.
And his Megan, his pain-in-the-ass little motherfucker, decided to get her detail back because he fuckingofferedto have his dick snip flip.
Well, fuck.
Chapter Twenty-One
When Johnnie arrived at Kendall’s house, he found the front door ajar. That alone concerned him. Even at their house on club grounds, she never left her door open.
Frowning, his heart speeding in worry and agitation, Johnnie drew his Glock and stepped inside. “Kendall!”
No answer.
“Kendall!” he called again, his insides spasming at all the different scenarios running through his head. He tightened his finger on the trigger, prepared to fire.
God…if something happened to her…Shit!
“Kendall!” His voice shook with urgency.
But…nothing. No sound. No movement. No eerie feel of someone else’s presence.
Rushing from room-to-room on the first floor, he found it clear, so he returned to the entry hall, turned in a circle, then glanced up the winding staircase.
“Who the fuck is in this fucking house?” he yelled in frustration, aiming his Glock. “Show yourself and pay with your fucking life.”
Nothing, just as before.
He pounded up the stairs, deciding he’d employ Christopher’s tactics—shoot and bury the motherfucker. No need for torture. Just an easy dispatching of the fuckhead who’d terrorized his wife.
Johnnie searched the bedrooms, the bathrooms, the closets—any place someone might hide. Still…nothing. No one. Not even a sign anyone else, besides Kendall, had been here, other than that open door.
Did that mean whoever had been in the house got away after Kendall left? Perhaps, in her quest to leave, she’d forgotten to close the door. Overcome with fear for her safety and unease at the entire story, Johnnie paused on the second floor landing.
