Misalliance (Death Dwellers MC #4.5) (24 page)

“You’re a brainless fucker. Perhaps, I am taking up for Kendall, but, more than anything I’m taking up for you, dummy.” Zoann narrowed her eyes. “You want Kendall? Then fucking fight for her. That’s what she’s asking. Stop being so fucking distracted with everything.”

“She isn’t asking that,” Johnnie bit out. “She’s
telling
me we’re over. That she’s not well. She’s accusing me of deserting her and taking away the option of planning a fucking wedding she’s been wanting for months. I thought she’d be happy. I thought she’d realize how much I value her and hear everything she says.”

“By gettin’ my wife to plan your bitch’s weddin’,” Christopher said sarcastically. “You one brilliant motherfucker. Of all the fuckin’ girls in the world, you had to go ask the one that send your bitch over the fuckin’ edge. Your brain gotta be workin’ on fuckin’ fumes. What the fuck was you thinkin’, assfuck?”

Johnnie looked ready to kill Christopher, who watched him calmly, unperturbed.

“As if you give a fuck,” he sneered. “You’ve never liked Kendall. You’re the main reason I sent her away. To protect her from your threats.”

“Fuck you. You ain’t sent that bitch away for that. I woulda shot the fuck outta both of you motherfuckers, then maybe you could live in fuckin’ peace in eternal, ever-fuckin-lastin’ love. You sent this bitch away cuz she just what the fuck she said she is. A psycho obsessed with bein’ everybody but
herself
.” He glared at her and Kendall shriveled back. “You wanna get a fuckin’ analysis? Here the fuck it is, Kendall. You fuckin’ right. Johnnie need a fuckin’ wake-up call to stop bein’ human and shit—“

Johnnie scowled and Kendall raised her brows in confusion.

“You pass fuckin’ judgment ‘bout every-fuckin-thing. You think you fuckin’ entitled to shit just the fuck becuz you breathin’. Ain’t how fuckin’ shit work.”

“You ridicule me and make fun of me and—“

“Ain’t much more than I do with these other fuckheads. Only difference is—“

“You hate me, so the words have more truth to them,” she interrupted.

“My words to you got as much truth in them as they do any-fuckin-body else. The difference is how the fuck
you
take them. Just more to add to your fuckin’ pity party cuz you ain’t comfortable in your own fuckin’ skin.” He rolled his shoulders. “This shit right here? Un-fuckin-necessary if you woulda opened your fuckin’ mouth weeks ago. Called his fuckin’ bluff ‘bout leavin’. Motherfucker woulda backed the fuck down cuz that’s the kinda pussy-whipped asshole he is.”

“Look who’s talking,” she retorted. “All Megan has to do is go
wah
and you’re bowing to her.”

“That shit a new observation how?” Christopher asked, his brow lifting. “Every motherfucker around know Megan pussify me. That’s just the bullshit I’m talkin’ ‘bout. We talk ‘bout somethin’ else, you fuckin’ bring up my girl. We talkin’ ‘bout relationships, you bring up me and Megan’s. Lemme clue you the fuck in ‘bout your man. Your
former
man. He reserved and uptight and
proper
.”

He pulled out another cigarette and lit it, then shouldered Johnnie aside to go to the bar. After grabbing a bottle of tequila and greeting Boy and Derby, he went to Megan and guided her back to her chair. He drank from the bottle, belched and focused on Kendall again.

“Outta the two of us, no motherfucker alive woulda thought I woulda been the one to fall so fuckin’ hard for a girl and be so fuckin’ willin’ to show it. All bets woulda went to my brother. But outta me and him, I ain’t givin’ a fuck to show how much Megan bring me to my knees. He do give a fuck, though. So if you can’t deal with that fuckin fact, walk the fuck away and
stay
the fuck away.”

“Fuck you, asshole, telling my woman to stay away so casually like she isn’t welcome here whenever the fuck she wants to come back.”

Kendall widened her eyes at Johnnie’s words, ignoring the juvenile snickers of Mortician and Val. Meggie shook her head and Zoann glared at Johnnie. They all recognized how this statement contrasted his decree a few minutes ago when he’d vowed they were over.

“And right the fuck there is your fuckin’ answer.” Christopher tipped his bottle back, then crooked his finger at Megan just as his phone started ringing. “Fuck, what the fuck now?”

When he pulled his phone out, he frowned and held it up “Why the fuck your doctor callin’ me, Megan?”

Meggie glanced uneasily at the clock on the wall and groaned. “I need to talk to…” Her voice trailed off and she sighed. The barbarian would just demand she spit it out then and there. “I might be a little dehydrated and I might need to be admitted to the hospital to get fluids in me and I might be, um…”

“Um fuckin’ what? Becuz at the moment I
might
be a pissed motherfucker and it fuckin’
might
be at you cuz you
might
be sittin’ your ass here instead of bein’ in a fuckin’ hospital. So, um, fuckin’ what?”

Meggie closed her eyes and heaved in a deep breath before smiling tentatively at Christopher. “I might be…I-I mean I, um,
am
carrying twins.”

Not flinching at her husband’s ferocious glower, Meggie watched Christopher steadily, fascinating Kendall at the contrast of fear and anger in the man’s eyes and the encouragement and understanding in Meggie’s. Without saying anything, the two of them spoke volumes.

That was it right there. That was what she wanted for herself
with
Johnnie.

But he wasn’t backing down and neither was she. As Christopher swept Meggie into his arms and CJ screamed for his mother, Kendall went to the room she’d shared with Johnnie and packed her clothes.

Twenty minutes later, she walked out into the now deserted main room and waited a few moments, wondering if Johnnie would come and bid her farewell. Tell her he loved her. Ask her not to go.

But, he didn’t, and, after an additional ten minutes, she walked outside and gasped.

Two bikes were in the parking lot, not Johnnie’s, though. A white Navigator was there, though, with cans and bottles tied to it and a giant red bow.

Just Married
and
Johnnie <3 Kendall
had been painted onto the glass. A big red bow sat on the hood.

The words mocked her and she burst into tears.

“Kendall?”

Stretch’s uncertain voice broke through her sobs.

“H-hey.”

He nodded to her and held up a set of keys. “John Boy asked me to give you these. Your title, registration, and proof of insurance are in the glove compartment.”

“Wh-where is he?”

“I don’t know.”

He glanced away from her and she knew he lied to her. He’d probably gone to the hospital to be with his Megs. The thought depressed her and she sniffled.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Stretch muttered. “He didn’t go to the hospital.” He shifted uncomfortably. “You’re going to get my ass beat.” He inched closer and pointed over his shoulder. “He’s there.”

“Where? On the pathway at Meggie’s house?” Her almost completed house.

“On the pathway at
your
house.”

Kendall reeled back.

Stretch inched closer to her. “He’s just had the land cleared,” he whispered. “He was going to tell you over your honeymoon, so you could start with floor plans.”

Covering her face, Kendall felt as if her entire world had exploded. Everything always happened to her. She always made mistakes, the wrong choices, said the wrong things.

“John Boy means well and he missed you a lot. If you can drive, leave before he get back. The only way this’ll stick with him is if you stick to your guns.”

“Suppose he calls my bluff?” she whispered, heart sore.

“Then you’re better off without each other if both of you have to keep bluffing your way through your relationship.”

He held up the keys again and she took them, watching dully as he loaded her Navigator, wondering if she’d ever get the help she truly needed to stand on her own two feet.

After Stretch removed all the wedding regalia, she drove away, leaving her heart behind.

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