Misfit(103)
“No,” Fee answered. “I’m here to talk to my cousin about his wife.”
Johnnie lifted a brow. “Is this the important matter you wanted to discuss?”
She nodded.
“Couldn’t you have pulled me aside at my house or at the club?”
“No.” After Kendall’s display last night, Fee wanted to alert Johnnie as soon as possible. The dinner party had been pretty much ruined, and Bunny and Zoann had left within the hour after Kendall’s exit. By that time, Fee was sure she was home, so she’d decided against calling Johnnie. This morning, she’d slipped him a note, requesting the meeting, which made her miss tonight’s naked yoga session. “I need privacy.”
“Do you need a drink?” Chloe persisted, still staring at Johnnie, her gaze roaming from his mouth to his hands and back again.
“A scotch neat,” Johnnie answered, lacking the playfulness he’d displayed a moment before, on full alert now.
Chloe dragged her gaze away and looked at Fee. “Are you drinking tonight?”
“I’ll have a wine.”
“Not the usual beer you always order when you roll in with those two sexy bikers?”
Leaning forward, Johnnie rested his forearms on the table. Whatever small bit of attention he’d focused elsewhere after the subject of Kendall came up was now completely concentrated on Fee.
“Who might those sexy bikers be?” he asked in conversational tones.
“Ghost and Stretch,” Chloe answered.
“Shut it, Chloe,” Fee snapped, pretending Johnnie’s gaze wasn’t lasering her. “Can you get the drinks?”
“Sure.” With a last smile at Johnnie, Chloe left them alone.
“You’ve jumped to the wrong conclusions.”
“The three of you fucking?”
Nope, right on target. “It isn’t as lurid as it sounds, Johnnie.”
“I’ve done it, so it is just as lurid as it sounds.”
Her eyes rounding, Fee gasped. “You’ve been in a threesome with another man and a woman?”
“Yes.” He narrowed his eyes. “I haven’t fucked another motherfucker, if that’s what you’re implying.”
She cleared her throat and shifted in her seat, feeling uncomfortable. “You know about Cash…” Her voice trailed off. If he didn’t know Cash and Stretch were bisexual, she didn’t want to blurt out the information.
“Yes, I know Cash and Stretch are in a relationship with each other,” he whispered harshly.
Chloe setting their drinks down saved Fee from an immediate response. “Anything else?” the girl asked, still giving Johnnie all her attention.
“No.”
His one word had so much unfriendliness in it, Chloe blinked. “Just holler if you do,” she said, scampering away.
“I didn’t bring you here to talk about Cash and Stretch. We’re nothing more than friends.” Fee tasted her wine to cover the lie. She knew how to get off this touchy subject. “This is about Kendall.”
“We’ll get to my wife in a moment. What are you doing with Cash and Stretch? Answer that, then I can decide if I’ll kill them alone or report them to Christopher and we fuck them up together.”
“We aren’t doing anything! Even if we were, it would be our business. No one else’s.”
“I beg to differ. Cash has been specifically warned away from you. I didn’t think Stretch was so fucking stupid.”
“Neither of them are stupid,” she cried. “What if they make me happy? I’m a grown woman. I can do what I want.”
“As long as it doesn’t get you hurt. Again. Remember Michael?”
How could she forget him? He’d beat her up the night Zoann gave birth to Ryan. “I know I choose assholes, but Mikey hasn’t bothered me in months. I told Christopher he’d been harassing me and whatever threat Christopher made got Mikey to stop.”
“Dead motherfuckers can’t bother you.”
Fee choked at Johnnie’s dry words. It had never crossed her mind…Oh my God! “He killed him?”
“Christopher cut his fucking hands off first.”
Fee’s stomach turned. If she hadn’t been sitting, she would’ve fainted. Between last night’s honesty and this, Fee wondered what roles Cash and Stretch played in the club. Were they killers, too?
Did it matter? Certainly, Kendall knew who and what Johnnie was. It mattered to her so little, she even defended him against Charlotte, a woman whose opinion she valued.
“Christopher has no tolerance for abusers.”
Fee nodded, knowing Johnnie was right. If Mikey hadn’t been hitting her—stalking her—Christopher never would’ve known.