Page 141 of Ruptured
No!Fuck no. She’d just given him a way to help Digger. Now, she expected him to help her place herself in danger while betraying the club? She hadn’t said it, but it was the only reasonshe was coming to him. Was he living on another plane? Had everyone else lost their fucking minds or was it only him?
“You’re fucking with me,” he managed.
She shook her head. “I won’t hide it from Christopher. I’ll tell him after, but I need to…maybe, I can get through to Bash.”
Digger scowled. “And maybe you can get fucking iced.”
“Kendall…Red…baby…” Mort’s goddamn world just couldn’t stay the fuck on its axis. That motherfucker kept tilting. “Bash not a motherfucker to fuck around with.”
“I need to ask him exactly what he told Johnnie and Brooks. But I don’t want to go alone. Idon’ttrust him.”
“You going with or without me, huh, baby?” Once she got an idea into her head, she wouldn’t stop until she saw it through.
“I must. I…there are things I need to know.”
Mort didn’t care what those things might be. He wanted her safe, so he needed information. If he couldn’t convince her to tell Outlaw, he wouldbeforehand. “When?”
“As soon as I can arrange it.”
“Where?”
“I hope he’s slinking nearby, but I’m willing to go to Salt Lake City.”
“Why you want to see him so bad?” Digger demanded.
She flushed, met Mortician’s gaze, then glanced away. She had a reason, one she wasn’t comfortable sharing in front of Digger. Mort made a mental note to either text her or call her later.
“It don’t matter,” he told Digger, answering for Kendall. “Prez put her on the case. She got her reasons.”
“What? Now,youdon’t trust me, Mort? I know she got a reason and you both just brushing me off.”
Kendall snorted, and lifted a brow at Mort, silently asking if he wanted her to blast Digger.
Mort shook his head and glared at his brother. “When the fuck you ever proved yourself trustworthy?”
Digger bowed his head as Kendall slid from the booth.
“You leaving?” Digger asked hopefully.
She nodded.
“Tee probably about to bring your fries. If you don’t want them, can I have them?”
“I never wanted them,” Kendall said sharply, opened her expensive handbag and pulled out her wallet.
“I got the tab, baby,” Mort said.
Kendall ignored him, throwing down a hundred-dollar bill. “You have enough on your shoulders, Mort,” she said crisply, and side-eyed Digger. “Every once in a while, someone needs to take care of you.
After depositing her wallet back into her bag, she snapped her bag shut, offered Digger one last glare, and swept away.
Kendall had a laundry list of motherfuckers she needed to talk to. Bash sat at the top. Everyone else?
Bailey? She’d just as soon punch her.
Johnnie? Ditto. Bits and pieces of last night floated to her. The camaraderie while drinking with Christopher. Johnnie’s indignation at finding them enjoying each other’s company.
He couldn’t understand that it had been nothing sexual. She’d just been Christopher’s friend, and he hers.
