Chapter Fifteen #2
Motherfucker.
Shoving aside thoughts of her husband, Kendall started reading again.
Rack,
Stop being a miserable motherfucker and tell them to back off Joe and his daughter.
Joe is the one person who has never failed to protect my boy.
For that, I owe him his daughter’s life.
He looks after me and my girls as well. I cannot repay him by allowing this travesty to continue.
Dinah is a weak, pathetic cunt that I want to smother just as I killed Mother.
Dinah is responsible for Big Joe’s drug habit because she was too fucking weak not to see what a good man she had and listened to my father and Sharper.
Maybe, I should starve and poison her. Make an exception for her and return to my roots.
(I abandoned death by poison after learning my lesson with Cee Cee.) I’ll give her theTess treatment.
Fucking bitch. Daddy and Sharper are turning Joe into an addicted monster. Stop it now !
If you cannot stop that or protect that little cunt he loves so much, don’t show your fucking face at my door or I’ll carve you to fucking ribbons.
Patricia
Shaking, Kendall stared at the letter in stunned silence. Patricia Donovan Caldwell, the woman Christopher placed on a pedestal, had been entrenched in club business. She’d also been a murderer. And…and…
Dinah once drugged Big Joe. Meggie’s mother was the reason her father became addicted.
And…and…
Patricia killed her own mother and her sister.
And…and…
She poisoned Cee Cee.
And…and…
God! God! God!
Kendall couldn’t form a cohesive thought. Patricia Donovan Caldwell had been the worst of the lot.
Patricia,
You overstep your bounds, cunt. Cee Cee is still furious over the many ways you avenged Zoann. Do you think he’ll be amused if he hears about your threats?
Fuck you, bitch.
For your lip, I’m fucking you in the ass without lube.
Rack
Why did Kendall continue reading these horrific exchanges? Had K-P known about Joe’s drug use and allowed it to continue? Or had he stolen the letters, copied them as quickly as possible, then returned them before they were missed with intentions of reading them later? Only later never came.
Rack,
The more pain I have, the more rewarding my pleasure. Only Joe is gentle with me. K-P wants nothing to do with me. But you, Cee Cee, and Sharper have used my pussy mercilessly over the years, so your threats are like water through a sieve. They don’t matter.
For your threat, I have a present waiting for you in your closet.
P.
Kendall was almost afraid to read what that present might be, though she had her suspicions.
Why, Pattie? Why?
Nanchette was a nice girl with good pussy. Why’d you slit her throat? Why? Why? Why?
Rack
The letters were smeared, even though it was a copy. Kendall wondered if Rack had been crying. She also wondered if the letters were hand delivered. They acted as if the postal service didn’t make monumental mistakes. Anyone could’ve received the letters of lunatics.
Bunch of fucking assholes.
Rack,
Why carve her face and slit her throat in your room?
Your closet? I told Daddy that Joe did it.
He won’t remember. You all are ruining him.
I hate you for it. I hate all of you. I hate Logan and his edicts from Colombia.
I hate Sharper and his God complex. I hate Cee Cee and his wandering eye and cruelty.
And I hate you for being a motherfucker.
Pattie
p.s. Nanchette begged for her life. I laughed as I cut her face.
My God! Patricia wasn’t…was…she wasn’t…
Fuck, what was Kendall even trying to say? Patricia was a psycho? A sadist? She wasn’t an innocent victim. That bitch was hardcore.
Pattie,
You can save Big Joe. Release your claim on Christopher and leave him to whatever Sharper and Logan has in store for him.
He’s Cee Cee’s son. Christopher’s death will be your revenge. You’ll save Big Joe. Think about it.
Rack
WHAT?
Goddamn, as outraged as she was, Kendall couldn’t help but wonder why the stupid assholes exchanged fucking letters like beefing nobles from the 1700s. Didn’t the miserable murderers know about fucking email? Covert meetings in dark rooms? Why leave this trail of fucking evidence?
Rack,
You’ll touch my boy over my dead body. As much as I love Joe, Christopher belongs to me. He is mine . No one can have him or take him away from me. I would sacrifice everyone if it meant he survived.
If you ever hurt him, kill me or I’ll make your death painful and gruesome and then dance in your blood.
My pussy is closed to you, motherfucker.
Pattie
Honestly, Kendall didn’t know why she’d even picked up the fucking letters. The first family gathering in weeks would start in a little over an hour. Earlier than normal because, despite everything, life still wasn’t back to normal. She didn’t need all this blood and treachery swirling in her head.
Christopher needed to know about his mother.
Or did he?
Discovering what a murdering, sneaky bitch his mother was would do no one any good.
It would crush a man who only ever saw the best of his mother.
Believed her a victim of his father’s and grandfather’s brutality.
Kendall didn’t want that for her brother-in-law.
She wanted her boys to cherish and revere her.
She couldn’t undermine another woman’s son no matter what a cunt she’d been.
Maybe, she needed to talk to Bash herself. Find out what he knew. See if they could come to some type of deal.
Scratch that. Motherfucker wouldn’t honor any agreement.
“Knock, knock.”
Startled, Kendall snapped her mouth closed and looked up just as Tabitha walked into her office. She was the last bitch Kendall wanted to see after reading the correspondence of lunatics. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with her niece by marriage.
Kendall flipped the folder closed and placed it on top of Joe Foy’s letter to the mystery woman. “What do you want?”
“Information. I need to talk to you about a case.”
Not what Kendall wanted to hear.
The reason she’d begun focusing on the club matter was because she’d been more than a little frustrated that the prosecution seemed to have withheld a vital piece of evidence with the trial set for Monday.
She’d needed a breather from the frustrating turn of events.
Instead, she’d gotten a fucking headache.
“Have you had a chance to review the ad damnum for the Lang case?”
“Excuse me?”
Tabitha smirked. “The claim for damages.”
Unimpressed, Kendall narrowed her eyes. “Congratulations, you found time to learn a legal term.”
“I am a paralegal.”
“In your pathetic little world. To me you’re still here because you suck good cock. Specifically, Diesel’s.”
Tabitha gasped.
“You want to play? Learn who you’re fucking with first.”
Since Kendall spent as little time as possible in her company, Tabitha wouldn’t know.
“You’re right, of course, Aunt Kendall. Please accept my apology.”
If Diesel hadn’t married the bitch, Tabitha wouldn’t be her niece. Stupid motherfucker.
She really didn’t want to, but there was enough bullshit bubbling up. “Why are you in my office?” she asked, cross.
“Er, uh, I-I heard about the incident at the club.”
“What incident are you referring to?”
“Torie.” Tabitha swallowed. “The girl Diesel told me Uncle Christopher strangled.”
Kendall glowered. Diesel couldn’t be that much of a stupid motherfucker.
Removing her glasses and setting them on her desk, Kendall rubbed her temples. “I don’t know anything about Torie,” she snapped. She knew that bitch was dead. That was enough.
Tabitha nodded and changed the subject. “Diesel told me Outlaw tracks Meggie. Does he always do it, even when they’re together?”
Straightening, Kendall snatched her eyeglasses and shoved them on. “He tracks all of us.”
“But Diesel said he’s obsessed about keeping dibs on Meggie, so would he have someone else track her, while he was with her?”
“Undoubtedly. He’s obsessed with Meggie ,” Kendall said flatly.
“What’s your goddamn point? To show me Diesel’s a fucking big mouth idiot?
Or to reveal you’re a nosy fucking bitch?
” She glared at Tabitha. “What? Because I’m fucking clueless why you’re coming into my office when I go out of my fucking way not to talk to you.
Brooks hired you. But if you keep fucking with me, I’ll see he fucking fires you because I’ll call Charlotte.
I don’t give a fuck if you’re married to Diesel. ”
Tears rushed to Tabitha’s eyes. “I-I’m so sorry, Aunt Kendall. Please don’t tell Mrs. Redding. She hates me.”
Kendall stared at Tabitha as she sobbed, then howled with laughter. “My daughter does a better fucking cry job than you,” she said when her humor fled. “Your tears aren’t real, so shut the fuck up.”
And just like that, Tabitha stopped crying. But she still didn’t leave. “Have you talked to Diesel?”
“Should I have?”
Tabitha cleared her throat. “Uh, well…he usually answers my calls and texts. I’m his wife.”
“More’s the fucking pity.”
Tabitha huffed. “He hasn’t answered any form of communication from me since yesterday. He didn’t even come in to work. ”
Even if she knew why he wasn’t answering Tabitha, Kendall wouldn’t reveal that information to the sneaky bitch.
Sneaky bitch?
Sneaky bitch.
Kendall’s eyes narrowed. What was the sneaky bitch up to?
She waltzed in here, questioning Kendall about Outlaw tracking Meggie and Diesel’s whereabouts.
Why? This went fucking deeper than nosiness.
She was a mainstay at the get-togethers, so she’d see her husband tonight. This was about something else.
“What the fuck are you up to, cunt?”
“What—”
“I need to talk to you.”
The interruption startled Kendall as much as the speaker did. Ryan didn’t make a habit of visiting her, so seeing him in her doorway shocked her.
“I’ll catch up to you later,” Tabitha said, making a hasty departure.
“Tabitha!”
She kept going.
Ryan snapped his fingers in front of Kendall’s face. “I need to talk to you, Kendall.”
The disrespect got her full attention. Standing, she went and closed her door. Val might not want to discipline him, but she’d have no problem doing so, especially right now when she was so on edge.
“I’m Aunt Kendall to you, young man,” she said, returning to his side.
He smirked. “You’re anything I want you to be. I’m visiting because I want to hear about my great-grandfather,” he announced. “Since Mom won’t tell me and Val does whatever she tells him, you get the honors.”
Zoann was the perfect combination of firm and loving toward her boys. Val doted on them, so Kendall wasn’t sure why Ryan was acting out. Whereas Tabitha deserved her hostility, Ryan needed understanding. Later, she’d call Zoann and talk to her. Maybe, they’d figure something out together.
Shedding her work mantel and going into auntie mode, she said, “I’m sorry, hun, Logan Donovan isn’t a topic I intend to discuss with you or anyone. If your mom won’t tell you, maybe your Uncle Johnnie or Uncle Christopher will.”
Ryan’s lips thinned and his nostrils flared. He was a nice-looking boy, but he had such a cruel tilt to his mouth. “I don’t want them to tell me.”
“I understand, Ryan.” She drew in a deep breath. “I can’t talk about him. It’s too painful,” she admitted.
At first, he didn’t react, then he swept her with a look. “You think I give a fuck about how you feel? I want to know about Great-Grandfather and the original club members. I chose you to tell me, so you will.”
She didn’t have time for this foolishness. Before she lost her temper and shook the fuck out of him, he needed to go. She stepped aside and nodded to the door. “Leave.”
“No.” He sat. “Not until you talk, bitch.”
Kendall glared at him, hoping to intimidate him as an authority figure and a member of the family.
He lifted a brow and refused to look away.
In the interest of maintaining the peace she’d once begged Johnnie to protect, she gave in and dropped her gaze.
It galled the fuck out of her and she almost collapsed into conniption fits.
“Ryan, I’m calling it a day, honey. I need to get home to shower and change before our family dinner.
Let me get my things and we can head home. ”
She wouldn’t ask how he’d gotten there. The firm sat between Ridge Moore and the club. Although it was a distance, he still could’ve walked.
“Did I ask you for a fucking ride, thot? ”
“Thot, huh?” There was no reasoning with him.
Kendall stalked to him, grabbed handfuls of his shirt and snatched him to his feet.
“Listen you little motherfucker, I don’t have time for your bullshit,” she snarled, low.
“I’m not ever discussing that fuckhead with you.
You want to find out about him, ask Johnnie or Christopher or shut the fuck up.
And if you ever disrespect me in such a manner, I’ll punch you in your goddamn mouth. ” She shoved him away. “Am I clear?”
He swallowed. “I can tell my mother.”
“Tell her.” She pointed to the ceiling. “And I can show her.” Though it was recording, the feed was unmanned. Johnnie was at work and he was angry with her.
Ryan glanced at the ceiling, then at her. She saw his skepticism, so she went to her desk and took her purse out of the drawer. After getting her phone, she went to the application and pulled up the recording. She pressed play.
“Believe me now?”
Without responding, he turned and almost ran out of the door.