“He let us live,” Stretch said simply, grateful for that and the fact that they’d gotten to Fee in time. This was it, the last fucking straw. He was making an appointment for a consultation as soon as possible. “Fee, I can’t tell you what it means to finally be out of the closet with your brother.”
Fee guided Cash to the bed and allowed him to sit, then squeezed between them.
“I agree,” Cash said. “It’s indescribable.” He kissed Fee, then reached over to do the same to Stretch. “I love you both.”
“I love you both as well,” Fee said, her voice cracking, as she planted quick kisses on each of their cheeks.
“I love you two, too,” Stretch said, and smiled.
There was more than enough time for Stretch to tell them about his decision. Right now, he intended to show them the feelings they had so eloquently expressed.
With Noah seen to and Cash, Fee’s, and Stretch’s relationship out in the open, as of two days ago, Christopher had one more order of business to ad-fucking-dress. Digger’s wedding was in a few days and he wanted Johnnie to feel in the celebrating mood. There was only one way for that to fucking happen. He hated to disturb Megan, but he didn’t want her to wake up and find him gone, so he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers.
“Christopher?” she murmured groggily.
“Hey, baby,” he whispered. “Go back to sleep. I gotta make a run.”
Becoming more aware, she opened her eyes and frowned at the dimness. “What time is it?”
“About four in the morning.”
That got her attention immediately, and she bolted up. “Has something happened?”
He sighed. Maybe, he should’ve written a note. He rarely used that method with her. Given all the recent fucking bullshit, he didn’t want to risk upsetting her by veering from their usual form of communication.
She started out of bed.
“Don’t get up, Megan. Rest,” he ordered, placing a hand on her shoulder to halt her. “I’ma pay Kendall a visit.”
“What?”
He winced at her screech. His announcement sounded fucked up, no matter what the fuck he meant. “I ain’t gonna kill her fuckin’ ass.” Although that bitch deserved to be fucked up in a variety of fucking ways.
“Why are you going to visit her? Where is she?” she added, then narrowed her eyes. “How do you know her location? I thought you said Johnnie sent her away because she was determined to return to work for Brooks.”
Megan didn’t know the exact fucking reason, and never would. “Yeah, baby, but I need to talk to her myself. See where the fuck her head at. I might decide to let her come back. Johnnie been so fuckin’ sad since he found out Kendall lost their kid.”
Megan considered his words, then nodded and hugged him. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I knew you’d find it in you to allow her to return eventually.”
Ignoring his conscience, he kissed her again. “Ain’t sure yet, Megan,” he said gruffly. “I need to talk to her first.”
“I understand.” And then… “Why are you leaving so early?”
“I ain’t told John Boy. If Kendall piss me the fuck off and he know I’m thinkin’ about lettin’ her back, his hopes will be gettin’ up.” Besides, the circumstances surrounding the conversation he intended to have with Kendall, Johnnie knew nothing about. “All for nothin’, if she ain’t comin’ back.”
“Do me a favor, Christopher?”
“What the fuck ever you want, you fuckin’ got.”
She smiled and thumbed his lips. “Don’t take your guns inside when you get to Kendall’s place.”
Well, fuck.
It took Christopher almost four fucking hours to reach the place where Cash hid Kendall away. He should’ve been pissed that they’d gone through so much trouble to save her miserable life, but he wasn’t. She was Johnnie’s old lady, his woman, a fact Christopher came to terms with weeks ago. The morning Cash brought Daphne to the park, as a matter of fucking fact.
Engine idling, Christopher gripped the handlebars of his Harley, studying the small, gray structure. Kendall was all about status, so living in this underwhelming place must’ve fucked with her.
No satisfaction came from the revelation. All Christopher thought about was Johnnie’s devastation about the new baby. Christopher couldn’t imagine what Johnnie would feel discovering Kendall had purposely aborted the kid.
What kind of fucking bitch did that?
Christopher revved the engine, grinding his teeth together and checking his anger. A light inside the house flicked on. He hadn’t meant to wake her this way. Since he had, he decided to kill the power and dismount. Before he talked himself out of it, he stuffed his nine in one of his saddlebags. He couldn’t do fuck all about his hands, so he hoped she wouldn’t provoke him into choking the fuck out of her.