Page 133 of Relentles
Nothing.
“Jo’s oxygen levels and coloring are much better. Her bloodwork’s been normal.”
She sniffled, and it felt as if someone ripped his heart out of his chest and fucking stomped it. She wouldn’t fuss. She wouldn’t eat. She barely fucking talked. The only time she perked up was around Rebel. She even ignored CJ, her favorite. She’d seen him with Christopher and figured out CJ knew what was up.
Their boy did. All the boys did and most of the club, although it hadn’t dawned on her and he hoped it never would. The one thing Christopher had sworn never to do—humiliate her—happened anyway.
He hated her silence. Each time they parted ways, he feared she’d leave him. He would do any fucking thing for her to forgive him. He’d hardly slept and barely eaten.
Mortician gave him Brett’s address. He had to fuck up that fuckhead because of Rebel.
Fuck. His daughter was right. He’d decided to fuck up that motherfucker before he’d crossed that goddamn line.
“I think I’m going to take Tabitha up on her offer, Christopher. She might be right. I need alone time to get my head on straight.”
“Fuck, no.”
She ignored him. “Rebel will come with me.”
“Rebel’s startin’ school in six fuckin’ days.”
“She can get work to bring with us.”
“I want to come with you.”
A sob escaped her.
Christopher stretched out on the bed, wanting to take her in his arms. If she rejected him, he’d forget his plan and kill Johnnie now.
Fuck, he was counting on her. He could live with her rejection another day…
“I’d just started to read the contract, when the texts started coming through,” she said, surprising him. She’d barely talked to him about those fucking messages. “Kendall told me Rebel got into a fight. That you hadn’t gone down to tell her Jo’s surgery was successful.” Tears thickened her voice. “You went because Torie texted you.”
His gut twisted.
“Before I could even wrap my head around what that meant, she was showing me the contracts and money you gave Torie out of your personal account.”
Fuck, he was a stupid motherfucker.
She let out a sob. “Right on cue, the videos started coming in.”
“Megan, you not thinkin’ clearly. I didn’t cheat. I told her I wasn’t interested.”
Turning onto her back, she stared at the ceiling. “You hid behind the chair in one of the videos. You had an erection.”
Fuck.
“I didn’t let her touch the motherfucker,” he snapped.
The moment she glanced away, he regretted his outburst.
“Stretch left a little while ago.”
“Good for fuckin’ Stretch.”
“He was able to get the undoctored videoswiththe audio. All of them. He said there were a lot, so he showed me the same clips sent to me, so I could hear the conversations. And he showed me the entirety of Rebel’s time in the cafeteria.”
“You see I was telling the truth.”
