Page 146 of Ruptured
“Uh…what?”
Kendall swigged again. “Never mind. If you don’t understand, you never will.”
Roxy returned just as Kendall drained the bottle.
“Damn, sugar. Slow down! You’re sucking that grape back like it’s fucking water.”
“Everything all settled with Grant?” Kendall asked, ignoring Roxy’s observation.
“Yeah, baby. I think. He’s returning to Boston, then coming home for Easter. He’ll make a firm decision then.” She turned to Knox. “Ahhh, sugar, don’t look so worried. Grant understands your point of view. Perhaps, he will come around to your way of thinking, but you need to talk to Gene and Audry.”
Knox nodded.
Roxy hugged him tightly. He pulled her into his arms, sent Kendall a pleading gaze, then closed his eyes, and buried his face in the crook of Roxy’s shoulder.
She took his face between her hands. “It’s okay—”
“No, Roxanne. It isn’t. I-I need to talk to Grant. I’ve been so wrong.” He stumbled away.
“That poor man. Still sadity at his heart,” Roxy said with a shake of her head. She grabbed another bottle of wine and used the electric wine opener to uncork it. After pouring a third glass for Kendall, she sat down again. “What’s up, sugar?”
Kendall came over, intending to cry on Roxy’s shoulders. About Bash and her need to ask him about Jana and Meggie, and all the secrets of the club. Ask her about Bailey and Harley and open up about how Johnnie was treating her. Roxy had been so scarce recently. But she had her own problems, so she merely said, “Mort’s in trouble.”
“He didn’t sound himself earlier.” Roxy rubbed her brow. “I asked him if he wanted to talk. He said he didn’t have the time. What’s wrong with him? Maybe, we can put our heads together and help him.”
Kendall sincerely hoped so. “Digger is a fucking idiot,” she grumbled.
Roxy grinned. “You’re preaching to the choir, sugar.”
“And–” Kendall heaved in a breath. “There’s a fucking bitch circling around Mortician,” she confined, on his behalfnotBailey’s. “He needs his mother-in-law.Stat.”
Instead of going home and facing her husband on her own with her decision about Bash, she sent a mass text and asked the officers to meet her at the clubhouse. Roxy got it out of Kendall about what she asked Mortician to help her with and she convinced Kendall that not only did Christopher need to know as soon as possible, but Johnnie, too.
“Hey, Kendall,” Potter greeted as she walked into the clubhouse and found Christopher’s table empty. “They’re in the conference room.”
“Thanks.”
It shouldn’t have shocked her to find CJ, Rory, and Ryan sitting amongst the men.
“What’s this about, Kendall?” Johnnie demanded.
She glared at him and sniffed, deciding to address another urgent matter before she broached the topic of Bash. “First, fuckheads? Hortensia is growing by leaps and bounds. Unless you want to relocate the club, act like grown men and stop doing shit in front of civilians.”
Christopher straightened and tilted his bottle toward Digger. “That speech got anything to do with this motherfucker’s busted lip?”
“A fucking lot,” she grumbled, “but it also has to do withyou. Don’t forget how you chased Mortician through a motherfucking hospital with the intent to shoot him.”
He shrugged. “Mort supposed to listen to me.”
“Yeah, well, fuckhead, he’ll listen to you from your fucking jail cell if you don’t control your fucking temper. One day, an upstanding citizen won’t take a bribeorsign an NDA.”
“Fuck, fine,” he conceded. “You right.” He swigged from his tequila. “We got to find a way to run some of these motherfuckers out of town.”
“It won’t be as easy as that, Outlaw,” Cash said.
“A lot of infrastructure has been built to accommodate all the new residents, Uncle Christopher,” Diesel added.
“Is this why you called us here?” Johnnie asked. “To chew us out like we’re fucking children?”
