Page 126 of Remiss
Rule might lay the blame at Meggie’s feet again.
When she returned to Hortensia, she’d go to Meggie’s husband and order him to put the priest in his fucking place.
Or bury that motherfucker in as many graves as possible.
Father Wilkins cleared his throat. “Outlaw—”
“Will fucking kill you if he finds out you’ve blocked Meggie from any information about her child.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Tell him? Do you know who the fuck you’re talking to, motherfucker? Try me.”
“I’ll make arrangements for her to see him soon—”
“No, you’re making arrangements—”
“Outlaw is calling right now.” The little fuckhead sounded so fucking smug. At the moment, Kendall couldn’t do anything. “I’ll call you back.”
“I’ll hold. Tell him you’re on another call.”
The priest huffed and switched over. Kendall expected to remain on hold for ten or fifteen minutes. Father Wilkins was petty enough to prolong a conversation with a man he’d never gotten along with.
“Mrs. Donovan?” Father Wilkins said two minutes later. “Are you still there?”
“I told you I would be, so listen—”
“Meggie can visit whenever she wishes.” He gulped. “Please tell her there’s been a grave misunderstanding…”
“You told Outlaw that Meggie called?”
“I didn’t know of the troubles they are having,” he rambled. “Axel called Diesel earlier and Meggie spoke to him. She revealed our misunderstanding and…and…c-can a butane tank f-fit up a person’s bottom?”
“That’s fucking creative,” Kendall said dryly. “He threatened to shove a tank up your ass and blow it up?”
“Among other things. C-can you ask Meggie to talk to him?”
“Not at all. Suffer, motherfucker,” she said, and ended the fucking call, happy with the results, even if she hadn’t facilitated them.
“Wed Widing Hood, Ax.”
Hiding a smile at her little brother’s request, Mattie poured more sunscreen into her hands and rubbed it onto Axel’s back.
“Riding Hood, Riding Hood, Riding Hood,” Gunner chanted, almost drowning out Blade.
“You missed a spot, Matt,” Axel announced, then shook his head at Gunner and Blade. “No. A bunch of miserable fuckheads ruined my favorite fairytale. I can’t never read it again. I can’t never hear it again neither.”
Axel sat on the side of one of the chaise lounges near the outside pool with Mattie standing directly behind him and the two little boys in front of him.
“More sunscreen, Mattie,” Axel ordered impatiently.
Mattie frowned. “Your back isn’t big enough for anymore. You already have three layers.”
Before he responded, Harley walked outside, holding Winnie’s hand and carrying a tall glass with a frozen red drink.
“It’s about time,” Axel declared. “I’ve been waiting forever.”
Winnie giggled and slid next to Axel, laying her head on his shoulder as he accepted the drink from Harley.
