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“Uh…I—” She thought for a moment, then beamed a smile at Daddy. “We know all the members, Uncle Chris.”
Wondering if the three bikers would burst into tears, Rebel turned over Mattie’s explanation in her head. It sounded fucking reasonable.To a reasonable person.
“Ain’t fuckin’ you motherfuckers up in front my children and my niece,” Daddy said conversationally. “Report to my fuckin’ office first thing in the mornin’. If I gotta look for you motherfuckers, you gonna be sorrier.” He looked at Mattie. “I aintcha daddy, baby. The shit he ain’t seein, my ass do. You fuckin’ remember that befuckinfore you try to play me.”
Chapter Thirty – Kendall
Sipping wine and reading over a precedent for another upcoming case, Kendall studiously ignored her husband. She’d barely spoken to him in the four days since he’d ordered her to accompany him on a getaway. As promised, she’d brought her laptop, copious amounts of wine, and footed onesies to sleep in. Not only wouldn’t he have access to her pussy, but he’d also barely see an inch of her skin.
They’d enjoyed a fabulous meal at a local five-star restaurant. She’d offered no more than noncommittal responses to his attempt at conversation. Now, in their penthouse suitewith a blazing fire roaring in the living area gas fireplace, she remained devoted to her silent treatment.
“Kendall?”
She pressed the down arrow on her laptop to scroll the page, regretting her decision to leave her tablet. The accompanying touchscreen and stylus made her life much easier. First thing Monday, she’d have her assistant find her a topnotch touchscreen laptop. If a similar situation ever arose and she found herself working without her tablet, she’d still have comparable assets on her laptop.
“Talk to me.”
Maybe, a 2-in-1? A laptop that converted into a tablet?
“Goddamnit, woman, you’re frustrating.”
She refused to waste a snappy comeback on the fuckhead.
“Kendall, for the past ten years you have trusted my judgment and allowed me to run our household. We’ve gone on getaways before that I almost had to drag you to.”
And?
“And? What do you mean and?”
Fuck, she’d spoken aloud! She sipped more wine to fortify her while she clenched her jaw until he shut the fuck up.
He stalked closer to her, and she pressed her lips together. In her eyes, Johnnie was still one of the most beautiful men she’d ever seen. Even more so now at almost fifty. He had a distinguished air, large, powerful hands, and a hard, muscular body. The scent of his cologne tightened her nipples.
Her hand shaking, she drained her wine and set the glass aside. She’d have to lean in his direction to grab the bottle and refill her glass.
“Stubborn witch.”
He poured wine into her empty glass, his wedding band a symbol of all he represented to her—love, family, and friendship.After she’d almost taken her own life and lost everything, she’d nearly walked away from him.
Together, they’d been toxic. Separately, they’d been poisonous, contaminating each other and everyone around them. All she’d ever really wanted was to be accepted for herself.
She hadn’t known if Johnnie would ever give her that. She hadn’t known where her place in the world was. She’d only known she was so very broken.
Bending, Johnnie nuzzled her neck and she shivered.
“I want to fuck you, gorgeous.”
She wanted him to fuck her.
She snorted, grabbed her refilled glass and jumped to her feet to glare at him. “I’ll finger my own pussy and get myself off.”
Scowling, he grabbed the back of her vacated chair and clenched the lacquered wood. “Progress,” he gritted. “You’re fucking talking to me.”
“Don’t get too comfortable, fuckhead,” she snapped. “I intend to stop talking to you…” She looked at the clock above the fireplace. “Now.”
Turning, she stomped toward the winding metal staircase. The suite’s décor boasted sleek lines and ultra contemporary furniture. She loved it. Perhaps, she’d do a major redecoration of her house.
Johnnie barreled in front of her. “Stop your bullshitnow, Kendall,” he ordered.
