“I’m tired,” she said, laying a hand on her belly and studying Johnnie through her lashes.
“We’ll leave in thirty minutes. The meeting won’t take long.”
“Where’s Rory, Ant Kenda?” CJ asked, halting her departure.
“At home. Out of this shitty weather. Where we should be.”
CJ frowned. “You don’t like it here?”
“I don’t like your father.”
“Kendall!” Johnnie barked, while Diesel choked.
Confusion knitted the child’s brow. “You don’t like ‘Law?”
“He doesn’t like me. He talks about me all the time!”
“’Law talk about you?” the kid squeaked out.
“Kendall, this is a child. Shut up,” Johnnie ordered.
“You know he talks about me, CJ. He talks about me to everyone.”
Johnnie approached Kendall. “It’s time for us to leave now.”
“’Law talk about Mommie all the time,” CJ explained, interrupting Johnnie’s intentions. “‘Law love Mommie. ‘Law don’t talk about you, Ant Kenda.”
“I’m not ready to leave, Johnnie,” she announced. “I need to talk to Meggie.”
“For what, Red?” Mort asked in exasperation.
“Meggie needs to know the real cost of being that dickhead’s wife.”
“What’s the cost, Kendall?” Johnnie challenged. “That she has a husband who adores her and four beautiful kids?”
“The cost is she’s as much of a murderer as Outlaw! She threatened Charlotte first. The cost is her mother was killed after betraying the club to save Meggie. That makes her a double murderer!”
CJ’s gasped and his eyes rounded. Before any of them decided what to do, the kid screamed, “’LAW!”
“Let him tell his father,” Kendall cried as CJ ran out. “I don’t care.”
“You fucking should!” Johnnie barked. “He’s going to shoot your fucking ass off. You don’t know how to let shit drop.”
“He thinks he’s so smart. Well, it’s my will against his, and I’m the one with the education. He can’t win and I have you in my corner.”
“No, you don’t in this case. I’m not getting shot again for more bullshit.”
“What the fuck goin’ on in here?” Outlaw asked, holding his son’s hand “Why my boy pullin’ me away, sobbin’ about Megan killin’ motherfuckers?”
“Where Meggie girl, Prez?” Mort asked.
“Tellin’ Wilcunt, Zoann, Fee, Bailey and Stretch dinner about to be served so the meetin’ can start. I was in the goddamn kitchen stealin’ more of Megan food.”
“I told CJ about Meggie being the murderer that she is,” Kendall announced with triumph. “You’ve ruined so many lives. Why spare your wife’s feelings? She should know that she killed Traveler and her mother. She’s as responsible for Dinah’s death as the assholes who actually pulled the trigger.”
Either Kendall was crazy or stupid. Instead of seeing Outlaw’s rage, she continued her rant.
“You think you’re so fucking smart? You think you’re able to figure everything out. When you can’t even judge your own fucking family.” She smirked. “You know your precious little sister? Fee? She’s been hiding the fact that she’s been fucking Cash and Stretch for months. She knew all about Daphne and my plans to ruin your fucking marriage.”
Cash got to his feet, but Mort’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. The betrayal darkening Outlaw’s face outweighed Kendall’s announcement. As the words penetrated, his look changed to rage.
He growled and lunged, but Johnnie stepped in the pathway, struggling to hold Outlaw back.
“Move the fuck outta the way.”
“Christopher, listen to me!” Johnnie started.
“Fuck you,” Outlaw returned, so angry he shook. “You knew about this, Johnnie?” he asked, his voice hard and cold. “You knew this cunt was fuckin’ with my Megan and you let her?”
“Not until after it was done, Christopher,” Johnnie admitted, still holding Outlaw back.
He jerked away from Johnnie. “Cash, get Fee in here,” he ordered, not realizing that Cash had known, too.
“Outlaw, it isn’t what you think,” Cash began, unwittingly allowing Johnnie time to yank his bitch toward the door.
“Come on, Kendall,” he ordered, hustling her away.
For once, she kept quiet. She looked...horrified. As if she couldn’t believe what she’d said. Well, that made a bunch of motherfuckers unable to believe her big fucking mouth.