Page 157 of Relentles
He halted and raised his hands.
Pain blazed from her eyes. “How many times have you talked to Johnnie?” she demanded.
“What the fuck you said?”
“Once. I know. He recorded the conversation, so you can’t say he’s lying.”
Johnnie was the root of her agony.Johnnie. Whatever he’d planted in her head bothered her, but it was easier to convince her that she had nothing to worry about. Then, he’d recorded Christopher’s conversation and let her hear.
It was Johnnie who’d planted her doubt and mistrust.
Johnnie.
He wasn’t shocked. Just days ago, she’d begged Christopher to get the motherfucker to stop. He’d shot him in warning, when he should’ve fucking killed him.
“What Johnnie told you, baby?”
Her shoulders shook with the force of her tears. He wanted to go to her, but it would be a mistake. At first, he thought she wouldn’t tell him, but then she started speaking in a flat, emotionless voice.
“Can you even fuck him. He’s unhappy. It wouldn’t surprise me if he turned to another woman. Remember Kiera. You didn’t change him, Megan. He changed himself. But you’re old andused up now. He needs a younger, more vibrant woman. My guess is if he hasn’t already found her, he soon will.”
No inflections anywhere. Even the questions fell from her lips in a monotone. More concerning: she’d repeated those words verbatim. They’d taken up residence in her fucking head, rent fucking free.
“I’m not unhappy, baby.”
She cried more.
“I changed for you and for me,” he said hoarsely. “I had towantto change. And I didfor you. Only you. If I wouldna never met you, no other bitch woulda ever locked me down.”
She bowed her head.
“Fuck, baby. I was a fuckin’ cradle robber with you. You drive my fuckin’ ass. You fuckin’ think I want a girl younger than you at fifty?”
She looked so pitiful.
Christopher despised Johnnie so fucking much.
“You light up my entire world, Megan. You keep me young. You keep life interestin’. Excitin’. Fun. I love you.”
She swiped her cheeks.
“I love fuckin’ you. Eatin’ your pussy. I love you suckin’ my cock. If all that go away, I’ma miss it, but I can go the rest of my fuckin’ life without ever fuckin’ as long as you by my side. Nothin’,nothin’matter to me but you. Not the club. Not the house. Not the money. Nothin’, Megan.”
He waited for a moment, hoping she’d react or respond, come to him. She didn’t move.
He’d pushed it and opened his arms. Waiting to see if she’d give in passed in agonizing slowness. She’d glanced over her shoulder, took a step back, then forward, until she’d finally run into his arms and he’d hugged her so tightly it was a miracle he hadn’t broken one of her bones.
“Where’s Gunner?” he remembered to ask.
“With Georgie.”
“Kendall said you were at Roxy’s house. Georgiana and Sloane stayin’ with Cash, Stretch, and Fee.”
“The women are at Roxy’s,” she said. “We don’t know where all the guys are.”
Fuck. The news concerned him. After riling up her bitch brigade she wouldn’t desert them.
“At least sleep in the room, Megan. I promise I ain’t gonna try to touch you.”
