One thing about Kendall—she always had a lot of shit to throw at him. Most of the shit, she thought up as she went, just to piss him off. He’d have to remember that as he confronted her. The goal was to get her in check so she could go back to Johnnie and her kids.
Wondering why the fuck Johnnie would allow Cash to put his bitch in the middle of nowhere, Christopher went to the door and pounded on it. The miles of forest and nearby river offered a lot of places to dispose of bodies. Yeah, they’d wanted her far from him, but, fuck.
He heard the locks opening and steeled himself for her bullshit. When the door swung open, she stared at him for a moment before letting out an ear-splitting scream. Christopher realized the problem immediately. She thought he’d come to kill her. They’d spirited her away from him and, suddenly, he appeared on her doorstep.
She went to close the door, but Christopher stopped it with his booted foot, shouldering his way in.
She screamed again, terror in her eyes. Stumbling back, she grabbed a framed photo and threw it at him.
“Kendall, fuck, stop!”
“Fuck you. I’m not letting you kill me without a fight.”
Their gazes locked onto the baseball bat at the same time. Kendall got to it first and swung wildly. Christopher barely had time to duck.
“I can think of only one other reason for you to be here, besides killing me,” she huffed. “I don’t want to be wrong, so I’m not taking any chances that you’re here for that.”
She swung again, stealing his ability to reason out her words. Thank fuck he didn’t have his nine with him. He would’ve shot the fuck out of her. This way gave him time to remember his greater goal.
“I’ma tell you one fuckin’ more time. I ain’t here to fuck you up.”
Still in position to bat the fuck out of his brains, she paused. “You swear?”
“You see a fuckin’ piece in my hand?”
“You tried to fucking strangle me, asshole. You don’t need a gun when you’re the weapon.”
From anyone else, he would’ve taken the words as a compliment. Kendall would never offer any praises, to him especially. “I fuckin’ promised Megan when I left, your ass would still be breathin’.”
Relaxing at those words, she lowered the bat. “Then if Meggie expects me to survive, I will,” she said sarcastically, returning the bat to where it had rested against the wall. Tightening the belt on her robe, she swept him with a considering glance. “Can you excuse me for a moment?”
“I ain’t here for a long conversation. I’m here to strike up a deal.”
“This won’t take long,” she swore, already heading to the half opened door. She offered him a huge smile, one that Christopher didn’t fucking trust at all, then scampered away.
Bitch might be getting her own fucking gun to blow him the fuck away. He didn’t fucking trust her, any more than she trusted him. But he finally had what he needed to keep her in line, if she agreed to his terms.
Sighing, he went to the small table to look at the two framed photos still on the table. The other motherfucker lay forgotten near the window. The fine appointments should’ve surprised him, but it didn’t. Johnnie would want to make her happy. As happy as she appeared in this photo with her, Rory, and Johnnie.
Kendall didn’t want Johnnie to discover her abortion any more than Christopher did. Her actions were unforgivable. He knew it, even if Kendall’s fucking perception was unclear. Informing Johnnie was the perfect way to get the fuck rid of her. But as long as she cooperated, Christopher could suffer her bullshit on behalf of Johnnie’s happiness.
A voice cleared, and Christopher turned toward it.
Or, maybe, he couldn’t suffer her fucking bullshit. Kendall stood staring at him, her red hair streaming around her. She’d lost a lot of weight, a fact quite noticeable thanks to the revealing nightie she now wore. Not only short but see-through, making it clear she still wanted to fuck him.
“If not to kill me, then you must be here to finally have sex with me, right, Christopher?”
Later, he’d remind her she wasn’t Christopher to him. Right now, he needed to address more pressing issues. “Go back in your fucking room and put your fucking robe back on. Cover the fuck up.”
Lifting her chin, she smirked. “No. You don’t want to see me like this because you know you’ll feel desire.”
“I don’t wanna fuckin’ see you like that cuz I ain’t interested. I ain’t feelin’ nothin’ but fuckin’ annoyance and I’m tryna make you show some fuckin’ respect for your-fuckin-self. You ain’t gotta parade around with your pussy out, Kendall. You John Boy woman. You better than that. Now, put some fuckin’ clothes on.”