Page 97 of Ruptured
He’d failed…
Rule could’ve jabbed that ice pick into Megan’s throat, or heart, or eye. At night, when Megan fell asleep, Christopher went to her bedside and watched her. Just to make sure she was still there and hadn’t left him. He’d fall asleep at some point, then wake up in time to go back to Rebel’s side of the room, still so fucking devastated and paranoid over Megan.
FUCK!
Even after a goddamn week, he still couldn’t understand why the fuck he’d listened to her about Rule over the last month. Now, he was hours away, and Christopher and the boys couldn’t even visit him.
Andas much as he imagined chopping Rule into little pieces in his darkest moment, Christopher felt as if his boy wouldn’t have recovered if he’d killed Rebel or Megan. True, he would’vebeen deader than fucking dead, but he would’ve been a tortured ghost, unable to find peace.
“You look worse than a fucking mangy dog abandoned by its owner.”
Christopher glared at Kendall. She gripped the chair Megan usually sat in, her brown eyes sad.
“You don’t look no better,” he grouched, nodding to the chair.
Snickering, she sat and beckoned the Probate behind the bar.
“Hey, Kendall,” the kid said, a dreamy smile on his face.
Kendall grinned, twisting her hair around her fingers. He followed her every move. “Do you know my little sister used to call me Kenny?”
His eyes bulged.
Waiting for the stupid fuckhead to notice him, Christopher resisted rolling his eyes.
“You know my name, Kendall?” Kenny breathed.
“Of course.” She beamed at him. “Kendall. Kenny. I would worry about my health if I couldn’t remember.”
He laughed nervously. “What can I get you?”
“As much as I’m dying of thirst, you should always ask your president first.”
He jerked, and his eyes widened. “Pr-prez, I-I-I…” The color leeched from him.
Admitting he didn’t see Christopher was just as bad as ignoring him.
Christopher glowered at him, and Kenny’s face crumpled, his throat working.
Kendall drummed her fingers on the table, a silent signal to ignore the disrespect for now. She’d borrowed Megan’s tactics.
“Don’t let it fuckin’ happen again,” Christopher relented. “Bring me a fuckin’ beer.”
“I’d like a vodka neat,” Kendall said. “You’re such a fucking barbarian,” she added after Kenny rushed away, almost tripping over his fucking feet. “Was it necessary to intimidate him so thoroughly?”
“Fuck yeah, so shut the fuck up.”
She rolled her eyes, not speaking again until after Kenny delivered their drinks and she’d taken a sip. “Why are you here?”
“This my fuckin’ club. Where the fuck should I be?”
“You are the most ill-mannered motherfucker alive.”
“Ain’t asked for your company.”
Her face fell, but she downed her vodka and stood.
Christopher sighed, catching her arm as she turned. “Sit, baby. I’m sorry. I…my mood just fucked up. I ain’t meant to snap at you.”
