Page 241 of Remiss
“They were married.” Folding his arms, he leaned back. “I was the flower boy.”
Oookkkkaaayyy. Moving on. “I see.”
Realizing she’d forgotten a tablet, she got to her feet and walked to the console where extra office supplies were kept. She got two pens and two pads, handed one of each to Bash and then sat again.
She logged her question and his response.
“No shock that I said I was a flower boy?”
“Not at all. You could’ve been the dancing penguin for all I care. I want facts, not irrelevant minutiae.”
“I want facts, too.” He leered at her breasts. “Are your pussy hairs as red as the hair on your head?”
Interspersed with gray. Or it would be if she didn’t keep herself shaved.
She rolled her eyes. “I expected more originality from you, but I’m a true redhead. Let your decrepit mind take that however you will.”
“What if I told you I have an idea of how you look underneath your clothes?”
“There’s more than one nude photo of me floating about,” she said evenly, “so it isn’t shocking.”
“You’re a tough bitch. Ice cold.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
“I was complimenting you.”
“Go back to school because you fucking suck at it.”
He chortled, then held his hand out. “Never thought I’d apologize to a cunt, but I’m sorry for the disrespect, princess.”
She accepted his hand and shook, not surprised when he ran his finger down the center of her palm. “Apology accepted.”
“What’s your next question?”
“Was Patricia…was Patricia…”
Fuck, how would she even ask this. If those letters were lies, somehow falsified, then she and Meggie could sleep easier and destroy the forged ones. If the insane amount of documents contained accurate information, then she’d forever worry Christopher would learn the truth about his mother and destroy his life until she rounded up all the copies. She didn’t have the slightest clue how to do that since she didn’t know all the players.
“Was Patricia what, Kendall?”
“Erm, hownicewas she?”
“Nice?Her? Not at fucking all. That bitch was a psycho. Pitched pussy everywhere. Maybe she was trying to come. Who knows? Daddy liked fucking her because she couldn’t get off. Supposedly. Too much of a lady and all that bullshit.”
“So…uh…” She cleared her throat and pursed her lips. “She killed people?”
“Her mother, Johnnie’s mother—her sister—my niece, Rack’s bitch, Daddy’s favorite slut, and about fifteen others.”
Fuck. “She hated women?”
“She hated everybody. Except Christopher and Zoann. Don’t even think she liked none of her other daughters. And she didn’t only kill broads. She killed a couple motherfuckers, too. She also aborted three or four brats.”
“Jesus Christ,” Kendall mumbled.
He smiled. “Too graphic?”
“A little shocking. How much of this does Johnnie know?”
