Misfit(214)
“Of course. Fix food. Counsel me. Pamper your husband. Threaten an innocent woman. All in a day’s work for Miss Debbie Do-All.” She marched to Cash. “Meggie didn’t work to get you out. You’re out by sheer luck. Left up to her, she’d leave you to rot in there.”
“You’re impossible, Kendall!” Megan complained. “Cash was released days ago.”
Kendall twirled around. “She’d sacrifice any of you, for him. She doesn’t deserve your blind loyalty.”
“I don’t have blind loyalty from them. The loyalty I have, I earned. This argument is unnecessary. You’re upset. Calm down.”
“Stop being so condescending. I’m not coming in that kitchen with you. You have something to tell me, be upfront and aboveboard.” Kendall made a face at Megan. “Remember? That’s what we do.”
“Fine. Take a job with another firm. You put the entire club in jeopardy, but it was Christopher that was sent into a trap. You’re never getting that job back. The day you find a way to get your job back, is the day I see to it you never set foot in this clubhouse again.” She narrowed her eyes at Brooks. “It’s also the day your firm loses this club’s business. Am I clear?”
“You couldn’t make that decision,” Kendall bit out.
“Try me,” Megan tossed over her shoulder, stomping toward the kitchen. “Now, I’m not asking you, I’m telling you to get in this kitchen.”
“Or what?” Kendall flipped her hair and folded her arms. “You’ll shoot me?”
“What are you talking about now?” Megan asked in exasperation. “Why would I shoot you? I don’t shoot people.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
Okay, now the bitch was taking it too fucking far. Christopher got to his feet. “Johnnie, get your fuckin’ bitch.”
“You’ve heard that I go around shooting people?”
“Does the name Traveler ring a bell?”
The confusion cleared from Megan’s face. “He was going to shoot Christopher.”
“So you killed him,” she announced.
“I didn’t kill him. Christopher did.”
“And Christopher will fuckin’ kill a fuckin’ psycho cunt who bringin’ old shit up,” Christopher warned.
Johnnie whispered in Kendall’s ear.
Megan frowned, then looked at Christopher. “I didn’t kill him, did I?”
“You fuckin’ know you didn’t,” he lied easily. “You was fuckin’ there when I shot him in his fuckin’ head. You had a fucked up aim, baby. Missed all the vital shit.”
Her face cleared and she smiled in relief, believing him. “Okay.”
“Now, I’m so fuckin’ hungry, baby. Wanna get me my plate?”
“Yep, sure,” she said, going to the kitchen.
Kendall sobbed loudly, before she turned and headed for the exit, stopping briefly at Brooks’ side. “I’m so glad you’re safe!” she cried.
“I don’t know for how long,” he said, then patted her arm. “Just go and rest yourself.”
She nodded.
Once Kendall left, Christopher spoke. “Real quick,” he said in a low, harsh voice. “That cunt better shut the fuck up about Traveler, Johnnie.”
“She will,” Johnnie swore.
Megan would soon be coming out, so Christopher didn’t make a big deal out of the situation.
“Brooks?”
“Yes, Outlaw?”
“If Megan ain’t went and threatened your bitch, you woulda left me in fuckin’ jail?”
“No! No, of course not. Charlotte would’ve come around.”
Mortician headed for the bar. “After how fucking long?”
“I don’t know. The entire point is moot. You’re out. We’re going to work on getting the charges dropped. Let’s look to the future.”
“Whatcha think, Cash?” Christopher asked since Cash had also been arrested. “Give this motherfucker a chance to make this shit up or fuck him up? I spent seven fuckin’ days locked the fuck up, dealin’ with dickhead cops.” Killing a stupid fuckhead.
“I vote to rough him up.” Accepting a bottle of scotch from Mort, Johnnie sat. “So he’ll never forget who pays him.”
Brooks raised his hand. “Gentlemen, please. Meggie’s here.”
Christopher smiled. “Val, you wanna walk my girl home?” he asked, his eyes not leaving Brooks’ paling face. “You gotta check on Bitsy, too.”
“Sure do.”
“And this way I’m fuckin’ showin’ you I’m takin’ Megan word about you and her arguin’ over fuckin’ dinner when she fuckin’ screamed.”