Page 251 of Remiss
“If my wife and I amuse you, you should see Christopher and Megan,” Johnnie grumbled. “Better yet, fuck both me and Christopher’s relationships. Find your own.”
“So touchy, little brother.”
“Ask him about Meggie, goddamnit!” Kendall snarled.
“Why? Why can’tMorticiando it? That’s who Christopher called first to come here. Disrespectful motherfuckers.”
“You are shot the fuck up again, asshole. You needed someone to drive you over.”
“They could’ve waited untilIfound a driver.”
“To put my fucking life and virtue at risk for your ego?”
“What fucking virtue, you little bitch? Megan’s the paragon, notyou.”
Kendall gasped. A dull ache settled in the pit of her stomach and humiliation roared through her.
“Remember her? She’d never go anywhere with another motherfucker. You dressed for Bash. I saw you giggling with him. What? Offering him pussy the way you offered it to Christopher and Mortician?”
Tears brimmed in her eyes, and she bowed her head. She sniffled, refusing to allow one fucking tear to fall, despite how crushed she was.
Through the years, she watched her husband morph into a version of his grandfather. When he was angry or hurt, he lashed out in the cruelest way. Just recently, she’d realized he treated Mattie as Logan treated Zoann. But it went deeper than only Mattie with Johnnie. It extended to her and Meggie. They were just possessions. As long as they were good girls, he approved.
“Yo, Johnnie,” Val called, and leaned against the door. “Outlaw said get the fuck out the conference room. Let Kendall finish with Bash without you.”
“Kendall’smywife and she called me in. Besides, he isn’t even here. I don’t have to move.”
“Come on, Johnnie. You hopped up on painkillers, antibiotics, and whatever else because that video has fucked you up.”
“What is he going to do? Shoot me again?”
“Get your fucking ass out, son,” Mortician ordered, suddenly next to Val.
Johnnie bared his teeth. “Make me.”
Mort smiled without humor. “Wouldn’t want Bash to think there’s friction in the club,cousin.” He glared at him and backed away.
“Bailey talked to you,” Johnnie said with a satisfied grin.
“You didn’t,” Kendall whispered, all her joy sucked away. She started to get up to go to Mortician, but he raised his hand.
“Don’t. Nothing you can say to take back whatJohnniesaid, Kendall,” Mort said.
“I’ll talk to Bailey,” Kendall blurted. “I’ll make her understand—”
“What? That my life not in danger because of Cleaner?” Mortician nodded to Bash. “Even if you work out something with him.”
“You’re a miserable motherfucker, Johnnie,” Kendall said thickly.
“I’m not standing idly by while any man tries to steal you from me.”
“Even if you don’t trust them, you can trust me!”
“You’re mine,” Johnnie gritted.
“You know your fucking problem, Johnnie?” Mortician demanded.
“I’m not interested in hearing it fromyou,” Johnnie sneered.
