Page 252 of Remiss
“Too motherfucking bad because I’m telling your bitch ass any goddamn way.”
“All right, Plato. Philosophize.”
“You’re fucking bitter, guilty, and jealous,” Mortician said. “You’re having fucking conniptions over Red and Prez and me and Red because ofMeggie. Kendall don’t deserve to be your fucking seconds.”
“I should shoot the fuck out of you.”
“You won’t,” Mortician said flatly. “For the same fucking reason I didn’t fuckyouup. I don’t know what Prez know about all of this and I’m not going to be the motherfucker to deliver news I fucked you up because you can’t stop being a fuckhead. Not while he so fucking trigger-happy. If he don’t know everything or if Meggie get wind of this and it upset her, he would fucking kill me. Then, I’d have to spend eternity withyourmotherfucking ass.”
“Do you really think you’re going to heaven?” Johnnie asked.
Kendall’s eyes widened.
“Do you, motherfucker?” Mort asked.
“I probably am.”
“Killing a delusional motherfucker like you is a goddamn crime,” Mort spat, and stormed past Val, back into the waiting room.
Sighing, Val shook his head and backed out, allowing the door to slowly close.
“Mortician never did anything to you,” Kendall said, unable to stop a few tears from falling. “You know how much he loves Bailey. How could you?”
“Because I felt like it. I’m tired of you giving everyone attention but me.”
“You don’t deserve it, you entitled fuckhead,” she said around a sob, hurting for her friend. Bailey would be impossible to get through to.
“Johnnie?”
“Shut the fuck up, Bash.”
Bash narrowed his eyes. “I see how it is, you miserable motherfucker. Only one cunt I ever defended and protected. Never thought I’d defend another one, butyourbitch? Is solid. One hundred. She’s gorgeous, fearless, loyal, and so fucking smart she almost mademyhead spin. The way you’re treating her, in front of your supposed enemy no less, is too fucked up to even consider. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Kendall knows I love her.”
Kendall snorted.
A beat of incredulity, then Bash burst into loud guffaws. He laughed so loud and hard, tears rushed to his eyes and he pounded the wooden table. “You really are fucking delusional.” He winked at her and leaned forward. “Watch this, babe.”
Rearing back, he propped his booted feet on the expensive conference table. “Johnnie, does Kendall give you orders while she’s riding your cock?”
“I take umbrage—”
“If you don’t fucking tell me, Cleaner can always find out himself.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“He wouldn’t, Johnnie,” Kendall said wildly, barely able to breathe as she watched her husband’s downfall before her very eyes. “Are you crazy? Don’t fall for that!”
Johnnie patted her hand. “I’ve got this, Kendall. At least trust me with this. Even if you think Christopher is a knight-in-shining armor, I do know how to protect you.” He glowered at Bash. “Do not disrespect my wife, motherfucker.”
Bash placed his hands behind his head, clearly enjoying himself. “Go ahead and test me if you want to put her pussy on the line.” He shrugged. “Cleaner will send me a video.”
A pained expression crossed Johnnie’s face. Kendall’s stomach cramped.
“Johnnie—”
He ignored her cry and said, “Sometimes.”
