Misfit(179)
Kendall studied the two men. “Should I tell Johnnie?”
“Slipper’s drunk,” Cash explained. “I could be wrong, but he won’t fuck with you again after Outlaw set him straight. Maybe, you can give him another chance. If he fucks up again, then tell John Boy.”
She nodded. “I wanted to talk to you before Johnnie got back, but I guess it’ll have to wait.”
Johnnie and Outlaw still were talking so Cash asked, “What about? Give me the shortened version.”
“Can you get pills for me?”
What the fuck? What the hell was she talking about? “Pills?”
“Abortion pills.”
Cash’s considered her stomach. “You want to abort your baby?”
“I’m tired of keeping up with Meggie. I still won’t have four children, since I’m not carrying twins. I don’t want this baby.”
“You need to talk to Johnnie.”
“He doesn’t want the baby, either. He told me if I won’t go back on my medicine to get rid of it.”
Kendall had major issues. He almost understood why Fee tried to befriend her. “If you got pregnant because Meggie has four children, then it was for the wrong reason.”
“What does it matter? Even if Johnnie wants this baby, he doesn’t deserve it, treating me as he has.”
“You can’t use your baby to punish Johnnie,” he pointed out.
Kendall walked closer. “Who knew an MC was so full of secrets and deceptions, right? I know Fee told you about our unfortunate incident.”
There’d been no fucking unfortunate accident. This wasn’t fucking Lemony Snickett. This was blackmail.
“That got Daphne killed.”
“Daphne got Daphne killed,” she retorted. “The point is, I still have more ammunition against you, if you’re thinking about payback. You have contacts, so I came to you.”
Cash stiffened at her threat, fed up with Kendall and worried about Fee. “Really? I have one or two things on you. Counts, for instance. The man you’ve been in contact with.”
Instead of going into full panic, Kendall narrowed her eyes. “Try me. If Johnnie doesn’t kill you, I’ll see to it that the Yeti Outlaw knocked out, discovers your relationship with Stretch.”
Cash laughed without humor. “Johnnie has no reason to kill me.”
“Except lying about me. Do you really think he’d believe I’ve fraternized with a biker from the Torps?”
If Johnnie had any sense, he’d put nothing past his wife.
“If Fee confesses, she puts her relationship with her brother at risk, as well as yours and Stretch’s lives.”
Right, on all accounts, but Cash wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing her victory. She was making a lot of enemies at the club. She’d best watch her back. Through with the threats, he returned to the original reason she’d sought him out. “Go to a fucking clinic and get rid of your baby.”
“I have my reasons for asking your help, but forget it. If I go through with my plan, I’ll do it on my own.”
“What are you doing out here, gorgeous?” Johnnie asked before Cash responded, walking up to them and frowning at a bloodied, bruised, and still-unconscious Slipper. “What the fuck happened to him?”
Kendall shrugged. “You know how barbaric Christopher is,” she said on a sniff. “Slipper said something the asshole didn’t like and he beat him to a pulp.”
“Stupid motherfuckers never learn,” Johnnie replied.
Just as stupid bitches didn’t.
“As to the reason I’m here, I was going to visit Meggie but stopped to say ‘hi’ to Cash.”
Nodding as if his wife spoke to Cash all the time, Johnnie yawned, clueless. “I haven’t slept in over twenty-four hours. Come to bed with me.” He leered at her.
“If you insist.” she said, smiling.
“Later, Cash.” Johnnie grabbed his wife’s hand and, together, they walked toward the pathway.
Cash hoped the woman came to her senses, though he doubted it. This was Kendall, after all.
Knocking back a shot of tequila, Christopher glowered at the naked girl dancing in front of him. She was small and blonde, but couldn’t touch Megan’s beauty.
Derby was a funny motherfucker, sending one of his bitches to Christopher’s table. This fucking shit was the primary fucking reason Megan hated that motherfucker. Derby was a cheating assfuck.
The blonde turned and lifted her hair to better show off her ass before facing Christopher again.
“Ain’t interested, babe, so walk the fuck on.” Christopher didn’t visit Derby’s club much anymore, mainly due to bitches like her.