Page 206 of Relentles
“I’m not interested in whatyouwant, Kendall. It’s whatIwant, so we’re going.”
He stalked to the coffee table and snatched the decanter, only then remembering he’d drained it.
“I won’t talk to you the entire weekend.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” he lied, walking to the crystal bar cart and grabbing the decanter of vodka. “I’ll bring work files.”
In response, she slammed the door.
Snatching the top off, he swigged from the bottle. He needed to get his affairs in order, write his will, secure Kendall’s future.
Things were about to get ugly. If Bash didn’t kill him, then Christopher would.
Bash reappeared and confronted Kendall for a reason. She was in as much danger as Megan.
Who took Johnnie out first didn’t matter. If he saved Kendall’s life, he’d die in peace.
Chapter Twenty-Nine – Rebel
Men were fickle beings. Often, they abandoned wives suffering from illness, though at the altar, they affirmed vows to care for them in sickness and in health. They expected a woman to ‘submit’, while also expecting her to provide for herself.A man swore loyalty but fucked a string of random bitches. And that same man would have the audacity to lose his shit if their woman slept with another man. Worse, men proudly broadcasted when they pulled a lot of women but classified a woman pitching her pussy around as a whore.
Rebel could go on and on about the fickleness of men. Two in particular were prime examples. Her father…
No, that situation still crushed her.
Meanwhile, Diesel constantly referred to her as a child, claiming he’d only ever see her as a sister. Yet, the moment she peeled away her clothes and he saw her, he ogled her nude body and got a raging hard-on. In the following week, he went out of his way to ignore her.
Perhapsficklewasn’t the right word to describe the male species. It simply didn’t hold them accountable enough.
Frauds.
Charlatans.
Nope. They were fucking hypocrites, plain and simple.
Especially fucking Diesel. He’d called her an array of names for her crush on him, then brazenly eye-fucked her. It could be argued she’d cornered him.However, the explanation was bullshit. He was bigger and stronger than her. If he’d really wanted to respect the boundaries of their ‘family ties’, he could’ve pushed her aside. Alas, he didn’t, opting to salivate over her instead.
Not that Rebel minded. Each time she remembered the hunger in his eyes, heat rushed through her. In the week since that incident, she’d touched herself many times to the memory.
Mattie snapped her manicured fingers in Rebel’s face. “Earth to Reb!”
Scowling, Rebel dragged on her cigarette. “I’ll break your fucking hand if you do that shit again.”
Rebel’s ass itched that she had to glareupat Mattie. As tall as she was, her cousin had an inch and a half on her.
“Oh please!” Mattie exclaimed with an overly dramatic cackle, further grinding on Rebel’s nerves. “May I remind you how that went last time?”
Nope, she sure the fuck couldn’t.
Rebel had gotten her ass beat. Shediddeserve it, since she’d attacked her cousin first, but she hated reminders.
“You beating my ass was a goddamn one-off,” Rebel snapped, sorry she’d come to hang out with Mattie, but she was so fucking bored. The first week of school passed without incident. “Your reminder was a low blow.”
“So was threatening me for trying to get your attention, but whatever.”
For the most part, Mattie and Rebel’s relationship had returned to normal. The tragedy that almost befell the Caldwell family helped Mattie’s forgiveness. Yet, an air of tension lingered between them.
Cigarettes, weed, and beer made everything seem fine, though at present, they only had the former. But their expected guests would soon change that.
