Page 3 of Relentles
It was a mutual decision between K-P and Joe. They’d feared slipping up and revealing Cee Cee’s connection if they disclosedK-P’s family ties to Joey. The tangled fucking web needed a fuckton of explanations.
“There’s a reason for it and you know it.”
Joe shrugged, always so fucking cavalier toward his son.
“Cee Cee wouldkillJoey. He can’t stand to look at him and not think of Kimber.”
“He did fine in Alaska,” Joe reminded him.
“Yeah, the motherfucker cavorted withsanityfor one fucking hour when he saw Joey before all hell broke loose. Do you want to fucking risk your son’s life by allowing him to discover the truth? Fuck, Joe! Don’t turn this shit around on me. I’m doing it to protect him. He deserves to know the fucking truth abouteverything. But since we can’t risk him, our daughters—”
“It must be the same for us with our girls,” Joe interrupted. “Joey won’t ever know of Meggie’s existence. Dinah’s happy with that idea. It’s best this way.”
“I’m sick of this way,” K-P snapped. “Joey doesn’t even know Kimber was his mother.”
“What the fuck do you want me to do? We worked it out. Even if he were inclined, I don’t want Cee Cee to get near my kid. I don’t want him to see Kimber in Joey—”
At that, K-P snorted. That wouldneverbe an issue.
Joe scowled. “I don’t want Cee Cee to set aside his hatred for Joey—”
K-P snorted again.
“Fuck you, Kaleb! I don’t want Cee Cee to ever have any influence over Joey.”
“Wally has sway over the kid, motherfucker.”
“Drop the fucking subject, Kaleb Paul.”
“Why? You paid a woman to pose as the kid’s mother, then she died.”
She’d OD’d. K-P hoped he never saw such a sight again. “Mira’s death was hard on Joey. Maybe, if he knew the truth, we could bring him to heel. He wouldn’t fucking bristle every time I opened my fucking mouth.”
“No. Absolutely not. The more he knows, the more chance there is he’ll find out about Meggie and hurt her one day.”
K-P wouldn’t deny what a psychopath Joey was, so it was possible hewouldwant to kill Meggie. He sighed. “Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when we first set out to deceive.”
Joe grunted, stark pain on his face. “My son is so much like his Cee Cee, it fucking kills me.”
Pity rose in him. “And Christopher looks so much like his aunt, it fucking kills you.”
“He’s a lot like her,” Joe said softly. “He has her kindness.”
“Kimber was a bad bitch,” K-P said with a chuckle.
“She was,” Joe agreed. “Christopher is a bad little motherfucker.”
“He is. He’s a beautiful kid. He looks like Cee Cee and Bash.”
“He looks like Kimber,” Joe stated, brooking no room for disagreement. “Underneath that warrior queen spirit, she was fair and compassionate. When I look at Christopher, I see her. When I look at Bash and Cee Cee, I see my son.”
K-P returned to the original argument. “We can leave and allow Wally, Sharper, and Logan, to run the fucking club in the ground.”
That was best. The demise of the Death Dwellers would save a lot of lives—and souls—in the long run.
“He hasn’t been Wally in years. He’s Rack.”
“Wally or Rack, he’s always been a sadistic motherfucker,” K-P said flatly.
