Page 160 of Rebellious

“She worked hard to win Outlaw’s approval and you couldn’t even be happy for her when she finally did. She wants to call him by his name, but she decided to call him Outlaw again because of you.”

“I’m sorry; I’m sorry; I’m sorry,” he chanted.

“Fuck you, motherfucker.”

“I need to talk to my wife.”

“You need a heart too, but we don’t always get our needs met,” Roxanne said. “Kendall’s gone to a hotel tonight. She’s moving away from the club tomorrow.”

Her reveal left everyone stunned, Johnnie most of all. Kendall was already gone? She’d went to a hotel? That mean she’d gone to Portland. Hortensia only had motels.

In Portland, she could lose herself and put herself out of Johnnie’s reach, leaving him without the ability to initiate his plans.

With one last hateful look, Roxy stormed out of the club, the sounds of her devastation reflecting how he felt.

As Knox rushed behind Roxanne to take her home, Christopher realized how much she’d given up a lot for Bailey. Only for it to come to this. Roxanne had left her ma, her other daughters, and her son. Saying goodbye to her own circle of friends, her extended family, and everything she’d known. Christopher understood her despair and her sacrifices. She hadn’t known him, Mortician, Digger, and Val. She hadn’t known Megan, Bunny, Zoann, or Kendall. They could’ve been the same type of motherfuckers to Bailey as she’d encountered during Logan’s time.

She did all that after Bailey left her to escape her abusive ex-motherfucker, who was threatening to kill her. More than wanting to build a relationship with K-P, Bailey wanted to protect Roxanne. But all she needed to do was open her fucking mouth and things might’ve been different. For her, her ma, and Mort.

Christopher loved Roxanne like she was his own ma, even if she was older than him by only eight or nine years. But it was the way she carried herself, the respect she demanded, and the wisdom she offered. However, if Bailey had never moved to Hortensia, he wouldn’t have gotten to know Roxanne.

Johnnie crawled from under the table, got to his feet, and stumbled to a chair , bruised and bloodied, his usual state nowadays. “I can’t lose my wife,” he said. “You have to talk to her, Christopher.”

“What the fuck you want me to say?”

Desperation crept into Johnnie’s eyes. “Anything. Tell her how much I love her. She can’t leave me.”

“Get the fuck outta my face.”

“Where is Kendall? Tell me. Please.” Johnnie raised his phone. “All her trackers give the house as her last known location.”

Fuck, that wasn’t good. “I don’t know where she at, Johnnie,” Christopher admitted. “I ain’t talked to her recently.”

“Christopher, please—”

“What, Johnnie?” Christopher roared, worried about Kendall and pitying Johnnie when he was the last motherfucker who deserved concern.

Except Christopher knew about love, the desperate kind that left a motherfucker suffocating when his woman tired of his bullshit and walked away.

“Christopher—”

“Fuckin’ what? What the fuck you want me to say that I ain’t been tellin’ you all these goddamn years? You chose Kendall and you ain’t ever been fuckin’ good for her.”

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry.”

“No the fuck you ain’t. You not still handin’ me that fuckin’ bullshit. You not sorry for a motherfuckin’ thing. Not constantly fuckin’ with Kendall. Not bein’ a fucked-up fuckhead to your girl. Not tellin’ Rory to be his own fuckin’ man. And not settin’ me the fuck up to be fuckin’ killed, so fuck you. You not sorry for nothin’. Fuck you, Johnnie. I hate the fuck out of you. I hate the fuckin’ sight of you.”

Johnnie lost his color and glanced around.

The sudden silence heightened Christopher’s anger. “Fuck you,” he said again, thinking of the photos he’d kept of Megan, the ones Christopher shredded. That motherfucker had the nerve to want help with Kendall when he’d repeatedly fucked over Megan. “You fuckin’ obsessed with my fuckin’ wife, so what the fuck you did, Johnnie?” He nodded to his captive audience, men he’d once trusted completely. “Told these motherfuckers you and Megan fucked? What? She cheated on me with you? You know what the fuck that mean? You fuckin’ betrayed Kendall with her.”

Absolute horror dropped into Johnnie’s face. He was the most braindead motherfucker Christopher had ever fucking met.

“You don’t fuckin’ think, John Peter. You just fuck up shit and then expect everybody to look the other way. I was the motherfucker who always cleaned up your bullshit. Always. Whatever the fuck it was, it was me who fuckin’ protected you.”

“What do you want me to do?” Johnnie said, close to tears. “I miss you. Our bond. Our friendship. I miss Kendall. I’ll do anything. Whatever you want me to do.”

“Die. I want you to fuckin’ die. I fuckin’ despise you.”