Chapter Forty-One – Kendall #3
“How? Johnnie would need access to her. Besides, there’s the birth certificate. The original one.” Because Jana had more than one, too.
“Princess, your emotions are clouding your brilliance. It’s easy to put a motherfucker’s name on a piece of paper. Don’t mean that cock made the kid.”
He was right. “You’re right,” she said, snatching the words from her head and forcing herself to speak them.
“If it turns out Jana does belong to Johnnie, are you leaving him then?”
“She was conceived before he knew I existed,” she said softly.
“What if I told you Jana’s nearby?”
“In Camas,” Kendall said.
“She better be,” Bash said darkly.
“Meaning?”
“What if I told you Diesel wants to marry her?”
“I…my nephew knows…what?”
“I have no idea where she’s at now. I know where she should be.”
“Does Christopher know about them?”
“I don’t know. Does it matter if he does? No, fuck, does it matter who knows?”
“Yes, if they’ve hidden it from me!”
“You go on about families, but isn’t that what motherfuckers do? Protect the ones they love? They’re probably waiting for a DNA test.”
Kendall’s mind raced. “Johnnie knows about her, doesn’t he?” she asked dully.
“I’m not sure, but he had access to the same documents long before you did.”
“I had access to more. And I don’t think he read through everything. You might’ve told him certain things, but not that.”
“You’re right, so—”
“So, it doesn’t matter!” she snarled. “I had a right to know, too.” It crushed her that they all kept it from her. Another thought occurred to her, and she gasped. “Does Meggie know?”
“I don’t know that either. If she loves you as much as she says, she wouldn’t want to cause you undo stress.”
“That isn’t her place!”
She started to rise, but Bash grabbed her hand and leaned forward.
“Is it your fucking place to keep how Dinah died from her? Her betrayal to the club?”
Another gasp escaped her. “What…?”
“Is it your place to hide from Christopher the fact that Val—” He nodded toward the waiting area— “tried to force his cock in Meggie?”
Her gaze flew to his and she plopped into her chair. “That motherfucker,” she finally pushed out.
“Yeah, Johnnie told me, Kendall. You don’t get to cherry pick who knows what, then get your pussy out of shape when the same happens to you for the same fucking reason.”
“It’s different,” she managed.
“How, babe? Because it’s you?” Leaning back, he released her hand and shook his head. “Well, now. I’m disappointed in you.”
She flushed. “It doesn’t matter!”
“The fuck it doesn’t. How I see you matters to you.
Even if I’m holding out hope you’ll give me a shot, you enjoy fucking with Johnnie and getting under his skin.
I don’t deal with weak cunts. If the whole motherfucking family knows about Diesel’s cunt and kept it from you to protect you, deal with it.
You did it for Christopher and you did it for his blonde cunt. I’d expect no less from them.”
“You could offer me kind words and gentleness.”
“If you fucking deserved them, I might figure out what the fuck to say. But you’re being a hypocritical cunt, so shut the fuck up and accept that I’m right.”
“I can’t believe Johnnie told you their secrets. Situations that could hurt a lot of people.” Zoann for instance.
“Johnnie can’t believe half the shit he says,” Bash grumbled. “Brainless fucking blond.”
Kendall wanted to leave, go to her house, and lock herself away. She wanted to cry. Or seek out Roxy for love and support.
“You told me Meggie thinks the world of you. Did you lie to me?”
“Of course not!”
“Then give her the fucking benefit of the doubt and I’ll overlook this TSTL moment,” he said, cocking his head to the side as if he waited for her reaction.
“Your goddamn mama’s too stupid to live, asshole,” she snapped, not caring what he wanted from her now.
Bash winked at her and gave her a wide grin. “Never knew that cunt, so she might’ve been. I expect better from you, though. Those fucking roses cost several hundred dollars. I could’ve gotten a hit or even a dick suck from a bitch at a strip joint.”
“I just had a weak moment.”
“No,” he insisted. “You had a fucking Johnnie moment. Don’t let it happen again.”
“Or what?”
“I’d have to kill you for how much you disappointed me. My heart couldn’t take it.”
Glaring at him, she searched her mind for her next move.
Bash was right about Meggie and Christopher as loathe as she was to admit it.
They’d want to protect her as much as she wanted to protect them, carrying each of their secrets as their friend and sister-in-law.
He’d probably told Meggie how distraught she was over Jana and Meggie kept Johnnie alive for Kendall.
She definitely wouldn’t tell her about that motherfucker’s possible daughter without knowing the facts.
Adjusting her hands in front of her, the light caught a sparkle on one of the diamonds in her watch. Her head cleared. Pushing the issue of Jana aside, she removed her watch and her earrings and laid them in front of her.
“The earrings are yours if you swear never to tell Christopher or Meggie the truth about what Johnnie revealed to you. The watch is yours if you give me Hopper’s number. No, call her now and give her my number. Put her on speakerphone.”
“Do you give orders while you’re riding Johnnie’s cock?” he asked, amused.
She clamped her jaw.
He leaned back and folded his arms. “Your move, princess. How badly do you want that fucking number?”
She wouldn’t fall for his fucking bait. “As badly as you want the money this fucking jewelry will get you, motherfucker.”
“I can always call in Cleaner and sic him on you when you least expect it.”
“That fuckhead can always die.”
“Your pussy and ass will already be abused and your throat fucked raw.”
She couldn’t refute that. “Fuck you.”
“You’re a gambling woman, princess.”
“And Christopher’s sister-in-law, dear.”
“Interesting you didn’t say Johnnie.”
“My husband doesn’t hold the power of life and death like Christopher does. As I recall, you were warned not to fuck with anyone in his club. That includes me.”
His expression didn’t change. “Score one for you, gorgeous.”
The moment he leaned over and reached for his phone, Mortician and Val stood and trained their guns on him. Calm, Bash slid his phone to her so she could show it. Which she did.
Promptly.
“I thought you liked me. You’re trying to get my ass shot off.”
“They are just concerned for my safety.” She didn’t know they were paying such close attention.
Bash grunted and dialed the number, smirking toward Mortician and Val.
“What the fuck do you want now?” a woman yelled into the line, drawing his attention away.
Bash snickered as Kendall signaled to the guys that everything was fine.
“Is that any way to talk to your favorite pussy licker?” Bash asked.
“Motherfucker, you auctioned my ass, pussy, and mouth to half your fucking club and my son still isn’t off the hook. What do you want?”
“Well, Hop, seems I’ve brought trouble to your doorstep.”
She snorted. “That would be that little fuckhead I gave birth to,” she grouched. “I’m in the middle of something, Bash. Please, babe. What do you want?”
A soft expression settled into Bash’s features. Realizing Kendall looked at him, he flushed.
Kendall chortled, laughing harder at his evil eye.
“Of course you’re with one of your sluts,” Hopper said resentfully.
“No, babe. I’m with Johnnie’s slut.”
Kendall’s laughter abruptly died, and he smirked, so she flipped him off.
“I don’t remember a Scorpion named Johnnie.”
“He’s not a Scorpion. He’s a Dweller.”
Silence met Bash’s announcement.
“You kidnapped Kendall,” she squeaked.
“What? Fuck no! I’m at her office. She asked to meet with me.”
“Uh…” Hopper cleared her throat. “Okay.”
It came to Kendall that Hopper suddenly sounded so nervous because she thought she and her letter had been outed.
“Hello, Hopper,” Kendall said briskly. “I really don’t have time to talk to you now. I’m calling about Jana.”
“Jana? My niece?”
If only. “Your daughter. I know you put her up for adoption.”
“Lies!”
She didn’t want to alienate the woman, but she needed the call to end. “I have several documents and letters I want to discuss with you.”
“D-documents and l-letters?”
Kendall hoped she understood. “Yes, unfortunately, one detailing certain situations was destroyed by accident.”
Bash lifted a brow.
“I need you to fill in the blanks,” Kendall said, ignoring him, “before I break the news to Johnnie.”
“Still going on about Jana,” Bash sighed, falling for her diversion.
Hopper huffed. “Heard you were a busy bitch, Kendall. Always getting into shit. Give this bitch my number, Bash. Then, I expect you to lose those fucking digits. Understand, Miss High-and-Mighty Attorney?”
“Take my number,” Kendall said coldly. She felt as if Hopper knew her game, so she had to play along. She recited the phone number. “Call me tomorrow afternoon at 4 p.m.”
“Fuck you.” She disconnected.
Bash winced as Kendall slid her jewelry to him. “Hopper’s a bad bitch. Juiciest cunt ever. After she fucked, I’d bring her to my room and just smell her pussy for hours. Watching the cum leak out of her.”
Kendall recoiled. “Ewwww.”
“Before we fucked, I’d spend the evening getting high off the aroma of clean, high-class snatch. Then I’d suck your clit, blow on it, and tongue fuck you.”
He watched her closely. She knew he wanted a reaction. Over her dead fucking body.
Bash leaned forward and smiled at her. “I’m so much better than the brainless blond. Give me a shot. You won’t be sorry.”
Scowling and getting to her feet, she stalked to the door and threw it open, then crooked her finger at Johnnie. He didn’t smile; neither did she. “Can you come in for a moment?”
He stood and glowered at her, but he stomped past her and waited until she closed the door.