Page 134 of Relentles
“I saw you give another woman permission to chastise our daughter. Rebel was way out of line. We’ve had a long talk. She will apologize to you, but you’re giving Rebel her card back and you’re either cutting Torie off, getting that money back, or you’re sleeping in another room.”
She was dead fucking serious.
Closing his eyes, Christopher rested against the headboard. “She got a lil’ kid, Megan. She took care of Jo so good.”
“I’m not denying that, but instead of telling me the truth, or talking to me, you tried to make her go away with a lot of money.”
His mind was racing. When he’d been scrambling after Rebel’s accusation on Christmas Day, he’d called Riley and offered a substantial amount if he checked Torie’s background. Riley’s check revealed her hard life and how far she’d come.
He wasn’t thinking about her as much as he was her son. Kendall and Zoann wouldn’t give a fuck about the kid caughtin the crossfire of adult bullshit. They’d empathize, but they’d want revenge. Megan wasn’t like that. She lost her temper when motherfuckers pushed her to the limit.
“Torie don’t mean fuck-all to me. Her boy—”
“She’s gorgeous.”
He snapped his gaze in her direction. She was curled up again, her back to him.
“She can probably carry your baby without complications.”
Rebel would fuck her up before she delivered a fucking baby. Though his boys knew about his stupid texts and helped him to try to unfuck his fuckup, they’d draw the line at Torie replacing Megan.
Fuck, the idea of anyone replacing Megan or carrying his babies left a bad taste in his mouth and felt traitorous.
“You could enjoy her pregnancy.”
Fuck, how the fuck could he miss what the fuck was staring right in his fucking face?
Holding onto his temper by a thread, Christopher slid closer to her and dragged her into his arms. She held herself stiff.
He was the psycho cunt for opening his fucking mouth to Johnnie. He should’ve known better. Months ago, Johnnie either went rogue, got suicidal, or both.
“Megan, baby, why the fuck can’t you understand how fuckin’ torn up I’ve been? What the fuck in your head blockin’ your comprehension?”
“Your voice. Saying you wanted me to have a normal pregnancy.”
“You not makin’ any fuckin’ sense. He recorded me. You heard me tell that motherfucker we barely fuckin’ friends. You heard me say I just want to fix you—”
“I didn’t hear you say any of those things. He turned it off because he said I’d heard enough. I left his room not long after.”
“Why the fuck were you in there in the first fuckin’ place?” He’d never gotten that story.
“I was at the club to see some of my friends who were in town for the holidays. I was waiting on Zoann, Bunny, and the rest of them. Potter asked me to take Johnnie his tray because he was busy serving drinks.”
He glared at the back of her head. “Are you fuckin’ stupid or fuckin’ dumb?”
Instead of getting angry, she started to cry.
“This isJohnniewe talkin’ about,” he raged. “How the fuck can you believe what that motherfucker’s tellin’ you.”
“Hedidn’t tell me anything. I heardyourvoice. He was very remorseful.”
“I bet the fuck that motherfucker was. When I carve his fuckin’ eyeballs out, he’ll be remorseful, too.”
“Your brother. Your business. I don’t care.”
This time, he stiffened, still as stone. Her words turned over in his head. “You don’t care if I kill Johnnie?”
“I don’t care about any of it.”
