Chapter Thirty—Meggie #2
His hand tightened around her throat and tears slid down Meggie’s cheeks.
“Cry, Megan. Sob for all the heartache you’ve endured and all the heartache yet to come.”
There was absolutely no winning with Johnnie, so she’d say what she wanted and damn the consequences.
If he killed her, he’d meet with a gory death.
Someone knew he was with her. Meggie thumped his chest with her unbandaged hand and glowered at him.
“Christopher, our children, and I will get through this as we get through everything. Together.”
Scowling, he shoved her away.
“No matter what happens, Johnnie, my husband would never talk underneath another’s woman’s clothes, let alone his own brother’s wife.
He’d never say someone’s children should’ve been his.
We will continue to love each other and our children.
We will continue to work at being better spouses, parents, and family members.
Jo will come home. Rule will r-r-recover and we’ll do better. ”
“According to you. Your husband wants to fuck Kendall,” he repeated again, as if that would make his words true.
Meggie couldn’t imagine what had happened to her Johnnie, the one with the easy smile and quick wit. The charmer who’d gotten under her skin just a little bit.
“My husband does not want to sleep with your wife. He’s befriending his sister-in-law because her husband’s a jackass. If I was married to you, I’d ask a hobo on the street, what kind of relationship would we have. What is wrong with you?”
“You. You’re wrong with me. You’re wrong with your children and your husband. You’re just a fucking fuck-up.”
“Christopher and I have had issues the past few weeks,” she acknowledged. “But whatever wrongs I’ve done to Christopher will be righted.”
“Do you really think your husband is so goddamn perfect?” he said bitterly.
Christopher was far from perfect, but he at least tried to make amends. Johnnie played the victim.
“He isn’t. He intended to shoot Rory, Megan. A child. He’s a stock villain.”
Meggie snapped her brows together. “Christopher threatened to shoot Rory?”
Triumphant, Johnnie nodded, aware his revelation shocked her. The boys were minors, family members, and untouchable because of her No-Kill list. Two of the three saved their fathers from Christopher’s wrath countless times over the years.
Sagging against her pillow, she closed her eyes to hide her pain.
If her nephews were subject to such punishment, then her sons were, too.
Christopher might not hurt them. However, he’d sew seeds of resentment if he killed or injured sons of the other members and that would leave her boys open to retaliation.
What was Christopher thinking? What had warranted such retribution—
Meggie’s eyes flew open, and she met Johnnie’s icy silver gaze. She searched his face, lined with hostility and ravaged by resentment. “What did you do?”
“I beg your fucking pardon?”
“You’re a moron,” she seethed. “Whatever the reason Christopher shot your stupid fingers off is what almost got Rory killed.”
“No matter my crime that’s no goddamn excuse to put a gun to my son’s head.”
The memory of Rory visiting her in her office, grappling for words, rose in Meggie’s head.
He’d been terrified for Johnnie, while she’d been reeling from her conversation with Torie.
If Rory had been frantic to protect Johnnie two months ago and secrets were coming to light, it stood to reason her nephew still sought to save his idiotic father.
“I agree,” she snarled. “Christopher shouldn’t have threatened Rory if he didn’t mean to follow through on it.”
Johnnie blinked.
“It would’ve been much better for all concerned if he’d shot you,” she yelled, so furious she willed herself to have the strength to pick up her IV pole and beat Johnnie with it. “We both know whatever you did, Rory wanted to protect you and Christopher attempted to force you into confess.”
“Fuck you,” he said, not denying the accusation.
“Turning into such a hard, bitter cunt will age you more than your inability to get a wet pussy and push out any more children. I’ve heard hysterectomies destroy everything that makes you a woman.
Is that it? Knowing it won’t help no matter how much Christopher licks your pussy?
” Leaning in, he pressed his lips against her ear.
“Will you just take his big cock dry? Let him split you in two or will you give up and know he’ll search for younger, better snatch?
Maybe then you’ll find your heart again and realize that your fucking husband is a cold-blooded psycho, womanizer, and would-be child killer.
My son is innocent. If he was trying to protect me, then what do you expect? I’m his father. He loves me.”
Meggie turned her head, unconcerned that her lips almost brushed Johnnie’s.
She curled her mouth into a sneer. “At least someone does, but if you keep it up, you’ll lose him, too.
My sons are innocent and yet that won’t stop them from facing justice if they run afoul of the club.
Rory made his choice. He protected you rather than showed loyalty to the Death Dwellers.
We all must live with the consequences of our actions.
” It was rare that she used foul language.
To get her point across, this situation warranted it.
“All my boys except Gunner, and my husband are in danger. I no longer give a good fuck who else dies. Now, get out.”
He swept her with another look and left her in peace.