Page 242 of Remiss
“All of it. So does Ryan. My guess is Rory as well.”
“You think that because they all visited you?”
“Yeah. Unless Johnnie is a soulless fuck as well as a dumb one, he wouldn’t put his kid in danger without good reason.”
“Whatever his reasons were, he shouldn’t have put himself, my son,ormy nephew in danger.”
He winced. Whether his regret was real, Kendall didn’t know and she didn’t give a fuck.
“Would you have shot them if he didn’t kill his own brothers?”
“I wouldn’t have.”
“The entire club had guns drawn.”
“We didn’t think the stupid motherfucker would do it, Kendall. Cleaner or Tom Harris would’ve wounded him, but I didn’t want Christopher blowing us the fuck up if Johnnie went missing. If it’s any consolation, I understand why he did it.”
“It’s none. Zero. He’ll die if the general membership ever discovers he killed his own brothers, so fuck you.”
“He was trying to save Ryan and Rory.”
“Who shouldn’t have been there in the first motherfucking place,” she snapped. She felt like shooting his fucking arm off, not only his fucking fingers for endangering the boys. “They won’t care. Nothing comes before club loyalty.”
He glanced away.
“Does Meggie own the fucking club, Bash? Be honest with me.”
“I told you I’d take care of it?”
“How, motherfucker? How?” she shouted. “You haven’t said that.”
Huffing, Bash glared at her. “I don’t know if she owns—”
“Bullshit. I’ve hired people to watch you—” She hadn’t but she didn’t have much else to work with. She definitely didn’t want to put Hopper and Randolph at risk and reveal the fucking letter her fuckhead husband destroyed. “I received photos of Randolph Foy and his mother in Salt Lake City. Why were Hopper and Snake’s son there?”
His blank look and hard stare chilled her. Unnerving silence wrapped around them, but she refused to drop her gaze.
“He brought me the documents,” he said finally. “They aren’t originals. Those are in someone’s attic in New Orleans. Whose, I don’t know.”
New Orleans? Did he really say New Orleans?
“New Orleans?” Kendall echoed to be certain.
“Yeah.”
Holy fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Kendall prayed her expression gave nothing away. Immediately, she knew the location of the originals. In Roxy’s old house.
“K-P’s bitch had a house there,” Bash said, confirming Kendall’s worst fears. “Unfortunately, she bought it after they broke up. If it had ever been in his name, I’d search it. It was hers, though, free and clear from him.Or, if she’d continued going to the club on a regular basis after she popped his split tail out of her cunt. None of that happened. She cut all ties.”
“She did,” Kendall responded with as much equanimity as possible. Although she’d still talk to Christopher and Roxy, Roxywas safe. “There’s also been several natural disasters. The house might’ve been destroyed.”
“It’s useless to me, so I don’t give a fuck.”
“Was Big Joe set up? Was his death orchestrated?”
“Where are you getting all this information from?”
