“For the last time, no. I just changed into this for you.”
Unless he dragged her to the bedroom and dressed her himself—never fucking happening—they’d go around and around with this. “John Boy visitin’ today?” he asked instead, hoping the mention of her husband would bring a little fucking sense back into her head.
She lifted a brow. “Why?”
Nope, no fucking sense at all. As tunnel-visioned as ever, she wanted what she wanted, and fuck everything else. Even her wedding vows.
“I’m here to bring you the fuck back to the club as a surprise to your man.”
No emotion crossed her face. No happiness or relief. Nothing. She continued to stare at him, her eyes traveling from his mouth to his eyes and back again.
“Johnnie fuckin’ miles away, so you greetin’ me with your pussy and tits showin’ pretty fucked up.”
Her eyes lit up and she walked to him, trailing her finger down his chest.
Christopher gripped her hand and shoved it away from him. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me, Kendall,” he growled. “How many fuckin’ times I gotta tell you this?”
“I think if we can address what’s between us, once and for all, we’d all live in peace. Obviously, Johnnie doesn’t care what I do. He wouldn’t have sent me away again.”
“How many other motherfuckers you been fuckin’ while you been livin’ here?”
She gasped and raised her hand to hit him, but halted at his warning glare. “You’re such a fuckin’ barbarian,” she cried, stomping to a seat and sitting. “You’d hit me back.”
He’d never hit her, no matter what. Kill her? Yeah. Hit her? No. That was a fucking line he refused to ever cross. However, if she wanted to think that so she’d keep her fucking hands to herself, so fucking be it. He didn’t come here to have her knock the fuck out of him because she’d have no retaliation.
“Answer the fuckin’ question. You cheated on John Boy while you been stayin’ here?”
“I have not! I’d never betray Johnnie with anyone other than you. But you’re such a perverted goddamn pig, you’d prefer a girl little more than a child when you met her. You had to raise her to turn her into a woman. No, excuse me. You knocked her up and made her grow up physically. Mentally, the jury’s still out.”
Her goading was the reason Megan asked him to leave his piece out of the house. What Kendall said constituted blowing-the-fuck-away material. Or choking-the-fuck-out-of shit.
To keep from giving in to his urges, he stepped back, balling his hands into fists. Visiting Kendall might not have been the best fucking idea.
“Leave Megan outta this,” he warned. “Your fuckin’ hate for my girl the reason your ass here, so shut the fuck up and listen to what I gotta say, so I can leave. Whether the fuck you come back to the club or leave, never to be fuckin’ heard from again, up to you. One way or the fuckin’ other, this shit gettin’ resolved to-fuckin-day. I ain’t watchin’ Johnnie so fuckin’ miserable no longer.”
“If I go away, he’ll be miserable forever,” she said triumphantly.
“He got the fuck over you before, he’d do it again. And he’d have his children.”
“They’re my kids too, asshole,” she growled. “He wouldn’t get them without a fight.”
“Disappear.” He could fucking work with this idea. Every-fucking-body would be appeased. Best of fucking all, he wouldn’t kill Kendall, so Megan couldn’t hold that against him. “I’m willin’ to give you half a rock to just leave.” Fuck, he’d take it out of his personal money.
“Fuck you. There’s no amount of money that can make me leave Johnnie,” she snarled, tears coming to her eyes. “I love him.”
“Yeah? Then why the fuck you killed his kid?” He raised his hands before she commented. Denial or confirmation, Christopher didn’t fucking care. “I already fuckin’ know the truth, Kendall, so shut the fuck up. Cash got the fucker who sold you the fuckin’ pills. The conversation between them recorded. I already fucked the motherfucker up and buried him for helpin’ you destroy my brother child. You that fuckin’ pissed at Johnnie, you shoulda took it out on him, not fucked up a innocent baby. What the fuck wrong with you? How the fuck could you do that? You lost one fuckin’ kid.”
“Baby Biker,” she reminded him. “A baby Johnnie wanted. I’d always intended to abort it, so it wasn’t meant to be born. You see the difference between me and Meggie? She went on and fucking on about Patrick. She took it too far. That baby was gone and she couldn’t get it back.”