Page 153 of Relentles
After she stormed out of his office yesterday, he stood like an assfuck staring at the place where she’d stood, refusing to look at him. Usually, when he pissed her off, he hung at the clubuntil she cooled down. She’d call him and ask what he was up to, signaling she’d forgiven him.
He went to the main room and found…silence. Absolute, motherfucking silence ten minutes after she left the building. He sat at his table, staring into space, guilt-ridden and miserable.
Then, the cell phones started ringing. Johnnie. Val. Digger. Mort. Cash. Stretch. Potter. Bishop. Slipper. Narci. Sloane. Knox.
She’d informed her army of bitches what he’d done and how much their motherfuckers had known. He almost bitched out and slept at the club, but he feared she’d think the worst.
When he arrived home, he found his boys in the den, quietly eating cereal. Even the three heathens were subdued. Rule had obviously been crying and CJ looked close to it. Diesel wasn’t eating; he was drinking. Christopher didn’t have the energy to ask why he was there instead of at home.
He climbed the stairs, praying for a reprieve. A fucking call to pardon his ass for being a stupid motherfucker. In their bedroom, he’d found nothing but more silence. He most especially hadn’t found his wife.
Panicked, he went straight to Rebel’s room on the second floor, frustrated when a locked door met him.
“Open the fucking door, Megan.”
Nothing.
He kicked and pounded, like a fucking toddler, becausethatwas the way to get back on her good side.
“She isn’t in there.”
Rebel’s voice echoed down the hallway. Christopher turned. As she walked closer, she wore a scowl and carried a bowl of cereal.
“Can you please move so I can unlock my door and get in my room?”
The coldness in Rebel’s voice sank in. The absolute anger in her eyes. She knew her ma’s location.
His phone rang. Not Megan’s ringtone. He thought about letting it go to voicemail. Sighing, he removed it from his cut and saw Kendall’s name.
Rebel didn’t try to spy covertly. She leaned forward and read the name, then smirked at him.
He accepted the call, clicking the speakerphone icon. He didn’t have the energy to raise it to his ear. “Where’s Megan, Kendall?”
“I’m not interested in talking to you about Meggie. I want Johnnie’s things out of this house and sent to the club.”
Christopher straightened, his blood running cold. Johnnie was the last motherfucker he wanted to defend. He did so anyway. “If you would’ve kept your fuckin’ mouth shut—”
“Fuck off, asshole,” she hissed. “This is the last goddamn straw. I don’t know what the fuck’s going on, but suddenly Johnnie is getting shot, Brooks is going to the meatshack, and you’re letting a bitch come between you and Meggie. Mortician confessed to the shitty advice. You’re a fucking jackass—”
“Fuck off, Kendall,” he snapped. “I made a fuckin’ mistake. I just wanted to know about Jo.”
“How the fuck does that translate to that cunt getting half a million dollars, chastisingyourdaughter, and telling Meggie she’ll doubt you for the rest of her life. Besides letting the fucking cat out of the bag and revealingyourcretins all knew what the fuck you were doing?”
He couldn’t think what to say to that. Whether they came to this point through the schemes of someone else meant fuck all.He’dplayed right into their fucking hands.
“Kendall, I ain’t ever fuckin’ begged you for nothin’ in my fuckin’ life—” He never thought he would, either. “But I am now. Tell me where she’s at.”
Crunching grabbed his attention. Rebel was eating her cereal, enjoying his pain. The fucking sadist.
“No.”
“I ain’t got alerts that she left, so either Mattie or Rebel fucked with the signals, but I know she not in this fuckin’ house.”
His sons were like zombies, Gunner was nowhere to be seen, and Rebel was too fucking satisfied.
“I didn’t call to helpyou, asshole. I called because I can’t get anyone to come and get Johnnie and his belongings.”
“Johnnie didn’t do nothin’.” The motherfucker did a whole fuckin’ lot. “He wasn’t even there—”
