Chapter Nineteen #2
Ryan shifted. “Y-y-y-y-y-ou w-w-w-w-want t-t-t-t-to s-s-s-s-see R-r-r-r-r-rebel?” His shock didn’t allow him to say another word.
“I once watched Mom and Dad,” he confessed in a tone only a weirdo used. “She’s a bigger slut than Rebel. Mom sucked Dad’s cock and swallowed his cum.”
“I only have one camera.”
“Get more. I’ll let you in to install them when the coast is clear. We’ll place the one tonight.”
“ We ?”
He really wanted to see his sister without clothes.
“I need evidence to present to the jury.”
What ? “J-j-jury?”
“Whores are stoned to death. I’ve been tasked with judging her.”
Ryan’s stomach clenched. His only consolation was Rule would never, could never , stone his sister. “You’re the judge. Who’s the jury and executioner?”
Rule glanced up, cocked his head, and nodded. “I am with their direction.” He pointed up.
Unable to think of a response, Ryan shifted. Rule was a different level of crazy.
“So, will you help me? Or do I slit your throat and send you to hell where Rebel will soon join you?”
During the Harley drama, Tabitha texted Johnnie and asked him to meet her in Megan’s rose garden. As her uncle-in-law, he decided to humor her. A few minutes after Bailey ran out, Diesel walked in with no explanation as to his absence.
At the sight of her husband, Tabitha scurried away, while Harley begged Mort to allow her back home. Uninterested in the back and forth, Johnnie made his own escape. He’d expected to find Tabitha waiting for him. Instead, the rose garden was silent and empty.
He had no idea how Christopher situated an outside garden amid a hallway, home gym, and natatorium, but that’s exactly what he did for Megan.
The roses weren’t in bloom, but the area was still charming with its benches, swings, and lamp posts.
“Uncle Johnnie,” Tabitha cooed.
Ignoring the stone ashtray, Johnnie tossed his cigarette on the ground then turned.
She wore a belted sweater dress with color blocked sleeves and a silk scarf around her neck.
Her diamond jewelry sparkled. If she knew about the colored diamonds, Diesel would’ve had to pay up, too.
Every time Johnnie saw her, she was in a sweater dress, and he wondered if she owned any other clothing.
She sashayed to him, her hips swinging, her tits bouncing.
Johnnie narrowed his eyes. “What do you want? I’m sure you’re not wasting my fucking time by trying to throw pussy at me. ”
“I have very good pussy,” she said. “Why wouldn’t you want to stick your cock in young quim instead of—”
“ Enough . You will respect my wife.” He had a lesson to teach Kendall, but she was his woman.
He could do whatever he pleased to her. On the other hand, he wondered if she was finally coming around to his side.
She’d thrown digs at Megan just as he’d asked her to do two and a half weeks ago during their vacation.
“You have two seconds to tell me what you want or I’m fucking leaving. ”
“Fine. Convince Aunt Meggie to take a vacation and go to my friend’s cabin.”
Johnnie thought about Rory’s warning from a few weeks ago. One of his son’s warnings. Tabitha must have nefarious intentions if she repeatedly asked to persuade Megan to go to a secluded spot. Was she Bash’s plant?
Possibly. He wouldn’t expect anyone to figure out a bitch so obvious.
Bash had called Johnnie stupid at their last meeting, which just proved how ignorant that motherfucker was. Johnnie had the brains to wipe all evidence of Megan’s naked photo. He had the wits to see that it not only never happened again but Christopher never found out.
“Do you think she’ll go if you talk to her?”
Tabitha and her fucking insistence Megan take a vacation annoyed Johnnie, considering his recent conversation with Bash. “Why? What do you have planned?”
“Nothing. I swear! Haven’t you seen how rundown and worn out she looks? My God, the woman’s aged twenty years in a matter of weeks.”
If only. “You look older than she does,” Johnnie barked.
Tabitha glowered at him. It only made her uglier. She must have good pussy. Otherwise, he couldn’t imagine what attracted Diesel to her. Certainly not personality. Hers stank.
“I never said she wasn’t pretty!”
A part of him waited for Megan’s beauty to fade. But she only grew more stunning. More confident. Just more .
Until Christopher pointed out that it took Megan over a decade to catch up to the ages they were when he and Johnnie met her, it never occurred to him just how young she’d been.
“Let’s try this one more time, Tabitha. What the fuck do you really want?”
“Just to help her! I swear. Sometimes, I think Diesel hates me because she doesn’t like me. If I do something nice for her and get on her good side, he might…he might…” Her lower lip trembled and she sniffled, her nose reddening. “He might l-love me.”
She sounded pathetically pitiful. Johnnie softened. He knew how much unrequited love hurt.
“Rebel hates me,” she continued, drawing Johnnie to her side a little more. “She’s a dirty little spiteful cunt. She fucks Diesel and they make me watch!”
“ What ?”
“But I’m sure that doesn’t matter to you since it was Rebel who took Mattie to meet Eric and Billy. Mattie’s a sweet girl and that wretched slut influenced her. Diesel is so pussy crazy behind her, he doesn’t care that he can go to jail!”
“Or that Christopher will kill him.”
Tabitha shook her head frantically. “Please don’t betray my husband! Please! I love him so much! I just want Aunt Meggie to like me. And…and…and she would be out of the way for you to do whatever you need to do.” She lowered her false lashes. “Whatever that might be.”
Although he wouldn’t take the bait, Johnnie felt sorry for the girl. Her words also vindicated Matilda. He knew Mattie was sweet and innocent, led astray by a child gone wild.
Christopher had the fucking audacity to chastise Johnnie when he needed to get his own slutty daughter in hand. By the time she was sixteen, she’d be more diseased than his half-sister, Celia, had been at that age. He suspected Rebel was fucking Bishop, too.
Rage poured into Johnnie. It made him even more determined to bring Kendall back to his side. Tabitha was right. With Megan out of the way for a few days, he could make his own moves.
“When do you want Megan to leave?”
“As soon as possible. I have everything all set up. I just have to get her there. She will be so surprised.”
“How does that fix the Rebel problem?”
The little whore. If she raised her hands to him again, he’d not only spank her like she deserved but he’d call out her behavior. He wouldn’t put Diesel on blast. He would make sure Christopher, Megan, CJ, and the entire club knew Rebel spread her legs for grown men.
“I have a two-step plan,” Tabitha said, calmer. “Once I take care of Aunt Meggie, then I can handle Rebel.”
“She doesn’t like the dark. I don’t know if she’ll like the seclusion.”
“Rebel?”
“ Megan . She’s always hated to sleep in the dark.” He couldn’t remember if she told him that or if he’d heard it somewhere else. “A cabin might not be the best idea.”
“It is. I swear! It’s adorable. Well lit with all the amenities you can dream of.”
He had to state the obvious since she seemed clueless. Wherever Megan went, Christopher would want to go. “There’s no fucking way Christopher will let her go alone to a fucking cabin. ”
She brightened. “They can go together. Don’t you think they need the time alone after everything that’s happened?”
Fuck, Johnnie almost needed time alone after watching Christopher strangle Torie, walk over her fucking body, and order him to run her through the woodchipper.
The scene shook Johnnie to his core. Torie could’ve been him . It would’ve been him if Megan hadn’t reinstated him on her No-Kill List.
Johnnie met Tabitha’s dull eyes. She looked so distressed.
“They won’t leave until after Jo is released from the hospital,” he said.
“Are you sure?”
He nodded. “Positive.”
More tears rushed to her eyes. “I hope my marriage survives until then. S-suppose Rebel turns up pregnant?”
“Poetic justice,” he said coldly.
“Will you tell me if you can convince them to leave earlier?”
Johnnie nodded. “Their absence will be good for all involved. How many days do you want her to pamper herself?” And fuck Christopher into oblivion.
“Two or three days is perfect, Uncle Johnnie,” she said demurely.
He held out his hand. “Deal, sweetheart.”