Page 183 of Relentles
He didn’t hesitate. “He fucked with you.”
She hesitated, then shrugged. “Kill him then.”
Disbelief filled the shocked silence.
“But I want you to kill Torie, too.”
Christopher’s breath caught. She was as serious about that decree as she’d been about the money.
“Shefuckedwith me, too.”
By fucking with him. By fucking with Rebel.
“Do you think I spent thousands of dollars on clothes and gifts for a dinner party that was only for family and friends when the Davises came over for kicks? Or wore my Rolex watch and designer clothes for dinner at our table with our children and our family?
She shook her head.
“They insulted our son.Mypotato. No one does that, Christopher. No one. Torie not only chastised Rebel, she tried to seduce you.”
“Tryin’ ain’t doin’.”
“When I’m ill and you’re vulnerable, trying is enough.”
“If I kill Torie, I get to kill Johnnie and you won’t hate on me more?”
She nodded, her jaw set in a stubborn line. “You’re killing Brooks, too.” She swallowed.
Christopher prayed the tears in her eyes would fall. He’d see the chink in her armor.
“If you’re planning to kill Johnnie and Brooks, that means you’re thinking about killing Kendall, too,” she said, sniffling.
She knew him so fucking well. Better than anyone else. It wasn’t until Megan spoke aloud what he’d thought did realization dawn on everybody else. Roxanne covered her mouth to hold in a sob. Knox rushed to her and wrapped his arms around her.
Kendall swayed. Everybody else looked horrified.
“Johnnie?”
Regret washed over Johnnie’s features. He tugged Kendall closer. “What, Megan?”
“Why’d you let me hear Christopher’s conversation? Why have you been torturing me?”
“I wanted to help.”
“You’re a liar and a moron if you honestly believe your stalking me helped anything.”
“Yeah, John Boy, what exactly were you trying to help?” Val demanded.
Johnnie threw Christopher an uneasy glance. “I thought if you went away for a bit, both of you could get back to normal. I miss the comfortable pattern our lives had fallen into.”
“This is a biker club, not a social club,” she said, echoing the words Big Joe threw at them over the years. “You knew eventually the peace would fade.”
“That’s club business. Nothing you should concern yourself with.”
“Well, motherfucker, she’s the only one who can save you,” Zoann said. “If you like living, let her get in club business.”
“Club business,” Johnnie reiterated.
Megan’s tears fell then, and she shook her head. “No, Johnnie. It isn’t club business. Not right now. It’s personal. One son is already full ensconced in the club.”
