Page 148 of Ruptured
“You’re always my dad,” Rory said with indignation. “I can’t help it if you’re also a fucking jackass.”
Kendall squeaked.
Breathing heavily, Johnnie got to his feet, unaware of Christopher’s avid scrutiny. While anyone else would need an explanation,hewould figure it out with just a moment of contemplation.
“I called this meeting!” Kendall inserted, attempting to save Johnnie from whatever. Stupid motherfucker. “Let me talk.”
“Stand in front of me and call me a jackass, Rory,” Johnnie ordered, ignoring her and balling his hands at his sides.
As if he intended to lay his hands on her son.
Heedless of the danger, Rory stalked to Johnnie and planted himself inches away.
Stiffening, Johnnie lifted his fist.
“Motherfucker, you touch my son and you’ll be missing that goddamn hand,” Kendall warned, afraid for her son andher husband. “I will fucking kill you or anyone who touch my children.”
Johnnie scowled but raised his hands in supplication and stood down.
“What club business are you and Rory keeping to yourselves?” she demanded. “Club business that can get you fucking killed, you fucking asshole.”
“It’s nothing,” Johnnie barked, looking at her without a shred of friendliness. “Get the fuck out, Kendall. You’re not a club member.”
“Neither is Rory,” she argued.
His smile vicious, he looked at her pointedly. “He’swanted here.”
That crushed her, but she lifted her chin, aware of Mortician’s encouraging smile.
“You’re a motherfucker to say that to her,” Rory said, low.
“Fuck you,” Johnnie spat, throwing a punch that would’ve landed on Rory’s jaw if Christopher hadn’t moved like lightningand took the hit meant for Rory. He grunted.
“Sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up, Johnnie. Rory, take your seat. We talkin’ after this meetin’.”
“The fuckmyson is talking to you, Christopher!”
Christopher waited until Rory sat next to CJ before he said, “Kendall asked to meet with us, Johnnie. You lettin’ her fuckin’ talk oryouget the fuck out.”
Johnnie swept her with a furious glower. “Maybe, I should move back to the club. You don’t need me when you haveChristopherto defend you.”
Kendallrefusedto break down in front of that jealous fuckhead. “Move to fucking hell, bastard,” she snarled, her voice thick and wet. At home, she’d have a good cry, then stiffen her spine and forge on. “I don’t give a fuck. You’re a miserable motherfucker and you’re trying to drag me down with you.”
“Kendall—”
“Oh,pleaseshut the fuck up,” she cried, swiping at an angry tear. “I’m so fucking sick of you. You think because you still want to fuck Meggie, I want to sleep with Christopher. Grow up, motherfucker. People evolve. Everyone exceptyou. Now, shut up.”
Someone said the eyes were the mirror to a man’s soul. Meanness and hatred reflected in Johnnie’s eyes.
“Talk, Kendall,” Christopher ordered.
“I intend to meet Bash,” she announced, yanking the bandage off and getting straight to the point.
“Fuck you! Fuck no!” Johnnie stormed. “Are you fucking insane? You can’t meet that motherfucking madman.”
“No, Mom,” Rory said. “Bash is scary. You…no…”
Studying her, Christopher swigged from his bottle again. Kendall wished she had something else to drink. He swung his gaze to Mortician. He must’ve seen her glance in Mort’s direction.
