Page 154 of Relentles
“Oh please, motherfucker. He helped you come up with that harebrained contract. I suffered for years because of how he felt about Meggie. Ifyoucan stray, I don’t stand a fucking chance.”
“IAIN’T FUCKIN’ STRAYED. I made a fuckin’ mistake.”
“You all made mistakes,” she sneered.
“Fine. Fuck you. Forget my fuckin’ beggin’.”
“You wish. I should’ve recorded that.”
“Good night—”
“I told Brooks if he ever fucking listened to you assholes over something like this,I’ddrag him to the fucking meatshack.”
“He’s goin’ there anyway. That motherfucker told you, the worst bitch in the world.”
“Call it what you want. Butthisbitch is out to humbleotherbitches.”
“You callin’ me a fuckin’ bitch?”
“Do you need humbling, motherfucker?”
“Stop playin’ these fuckin’ games, Kendall. Tell me where my goddamn wife at.”
“Fuck you. I called that bitch back by the way and put a fucking bug in her ear. If she’s thinking about seeking revenge, you aren’t the sanest on a good day. At the moment, I’m sure you’re just a fucking maniac.”
“What—”
“Brett, fuckhead. All you motherfuckers being lured in by a beautiful face and a sob story. Discussingthatdickhead’s impending death in front of that bitch.”
Jesus Christ.
“NDAs don’t protect criminal activities, fuckhead,” she yelled.
“Kendall, if you watched the recordins to know what happened in the cafeteria, then you know nothin’ was ever about Torie.”
“Don’t say that bitch’s name,” she warned. “And, yeah, it was about her kid.”
“It was—”
“Meggie’s a better woman than me. If that bitch used her son to get money out of Johnnie, she’d be a mother without a child. I’d have CPS take him away so fast, she wouldn’t know what the fuck hit her.”
“Fuck, at this point, I don’t fuckin’ care. If my wife forgivin’ me,I’llfuckin’ call CPS myfuckinself.”
“I’m sure you would.” She sighed dramatically. “Since you begged so utterly pathetic, Meggie’s at Roxy’s.”
He backed away from Rebel’s door, turning toward the staircase.
“Let her be,” Kendall told him. He froze. “You made your fucking bed. Suffer the consequences of your bad decisions and fucked-up behavior. The fallout’s happened and your wife is the fucking casualty.”
Rebel had finished her cereal. Though he was no longer blocking her door, she hadn’t gone into her room. She was at his side again, her expression unreadable.
“Johnnie love you, Kendall. He was just helpin’ me.”
“Did heoncesay this was a bad fucking idea?”
“Only Mortician raised concerns.”
“I wonder why,” she said sarcastically. “He’s the only real gentleman out of the whole useless lot of you motherfuckers.”
