“Wait, Outlaw!” Cash cried, holding up his hands. “I didn’t get her abortion pills.”
“Then what the fuck else you got on her? Why the fuck you comin’ in here with that fuckin’ offer the day she lose Johnnie kid?” The day she supposedly lost it. Fucking bitch.
“I wouldn’t do that to Johnnie.”
Enraged at the memory of his brother’s heartache, Christopher shoved the gun against Cash’s temple. “Then why the fuck she was talkin’ to you the day after Fee stabbin’?”
“She wanted me to get pills but I refused.”
“Then how the fuck she lost her baby now?” he asked, his hand trembling. “Shit too convenient.”
“I don’t know,” Cash swore. “Yes, I got her away, until you calmed down but I declined her request.”
Knowing Cash to be honest about almost everything, Christopher snatched his nine away, and Cash sagged. Besides, if Kendall had gotten abortion pills, there was another explanation.
“Kendall had access to a lotta our shit at the law firm.”
“How the fuck would she know who to call? It isn’t like I had the motherfuckers marked Pill Supplier, RDX Contact, Gun Buyer, or none of that shit.”
“Kendall a sneaky bitch. She got fuckin’ ways.” That bitch had a fucking Plan A, B, C, D, and E, for every fucking thing she did. “Call the fuck around and report back to me. Lemme think this fuckin’ shit through. If she did get rid of John Boy baby, you right. I got something to hang the fuck over her head so she never fuck with Megan again. If she lost the kid, then I guess that bitch never comin’ back. I ain’t livin’ the rest of my fuckin’ life waitin’ for her to open her fuckin’ trap.”
If he’d ever had a small inkling of doubt before of what losing Kendall would do to Johnnie, his reaction today removed it all from Christopher’s head. He fucking hoped they finally had something to keep Johnnie’s bitch in line or they’d be at an impasse forever.
Fee studied herself in the bathroom mirror, inventorying the scars marring her skin, the most prominent being the one on her neck. She’d be lying if she told herself the marks didn’t bother her, but she’d be a hypocrite if she gave in to depression after she’d always encouraged Stretch to overlook his scars.
The raised skin on his beautiful face was the only visible sign of his injuries. Until he began to walk, no one knew about his damaged leg, as long as he kept it covered, which he did. But she had reminders on her arms, legs, and thighs, even one or two on her hands where she’d attempted to shield herself from Noah.
Shivering, she glanced at the bathroom door, home, for the first time in weeks, as of an hour ago. Three days ago, she’d decided to return to her own apartment. At first, Fee had been happy to be home. Unlike at Christopher and Meggie’s house, where she shared a floor with only Bunny and Diesel, at Zoann’s place it was different. All the bedrooms were feet away from each other. If she cried and someone happened to be passing, they’d overhear her. So she’d left, needing solace and solitude. Despite her want of consolation over her brother’s continued shut-out, she wouldn’t invite her guys over tonight.
She needed to think.
Ten days had passed since she and Zoann had made up and Meggie had paid her the first of many visits. She and Zoann were showing Fee the ropes of their business, offering her a job as their office assistant. That would mean working out of Christopher’s house with Meggie, so for the time being, Fee satisfied herself with the impromptu training.
But she still hadn’t she spoken to Christopher yet. Nor had she seen Kendall since that devastating night. Several times, Fee had called her cellphone, but Kendall never answered or responded to Fee’s texts. She’d dropped her bombshell then left Fee to suffer the consequences.
A sound reached her and she gripped the counter. She lived on the third floor, so it could be anything, but whatever it was seemed quite close. Swallowing, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around herself.
Another bump. “Hello?” she cried, staring at the door, waiting for it to burst open.
Shoot! Her phone was on her nightstand.
“Hello?” she called again.
Silence, the deafening, dreaded kind where the monster always frightened the hell out of everyone in horror movies. The hairs on Fee’s nape stood on end and her skin crawled.
“Anybody there?”
Nothing. No answer. No other noises. Just that awful, eerie quiet.
Was someone waiting for her just beyond the door? She wasn’t sure if she should leave the safety of the bathroom or not. Someone had to be out there as watched as she felt.