Page 69 of Rebellious

“Get back here, motherfucker,” he yelled. “I’m talking to you.”

At the end of the corridor, Mortician turned, hatred blazing in his eyes. “A mistake on your fucking part, Johnnie. I’d just as soon fuck you up than ever fucking say a motherfucking peep to you.”

Johnnie barreled to Mortician, and all Kendall imagined was a bullet to the head stopping him, killed in front of her eyes, not far from where Rory, Mattie, and JJ were. They might even come out and see his body.

“Johnnie, stop!” she cried.

“Fuck you, Kendall,” he screamed, rounding on her, his eyes wild.

At the end of the hall, Mortician walked away. Kendall realized he went in the direction of the waiting area instead of the elevators. Maybe she could convince Johnnie to go downstairs and calm down.

“You and your bullshit claims of abuse is just your excuse to leave me. Fuck you,” he told her again. “I love you.”

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t treat me like you do,” she told him, falling apart inside but rallying out of spite. “Fuck you right back, fuckhead.” She stalked around him, remembering she couldn’t leave Mattie and redirecting her steps to collect her daughter and Uber home.

The entire way, Johnnie breathed down her neck, huffing and puffing, his heavy footsteps matching each clip of her clogs.

“Keep your fucking hands off my wife and your cock to yourself, Mortician,” Johnnie shouted, back in the waiting room, behaving as if they weren’t in a public place.

No one outside of the club was allowed in the waiting area, but the elevators were just down the hall and NICU was open to everyone.

“Johnnie, I’m not playing a fucking game where I give you a warning shot, son,” Mortician warned.

“You really want to die over pussy?” Johnnie sneered. “You kill me, you die. I’m an officer, fuckhead.”

“Shut the fuck up, both of you,” Outlaw warned, stepping between them. “Mort, take a walk and cool the fuck off. Johnnie, I’m so fuckin’ sick of you and your fuckin’ bullshit—”

“I’m out of this motherfucker,” Mortician barked, once again purposely brushing into Johnnie.

If Outlaw hadn’t snatched Johnnie’s collar, he would’ve gone behind Mortician and—

“Hop!” Bash cried, his eyes lighting up as he glanced behind Kendall. “I thought Meggie had kidnapped you.”

“Missed me, babe…? Johnnie?” the voice Kendall recognized as Hopper said. “Is that you?”

Hopper was the last person Kendall wanted to see. She’d have to be present, not lost in her misery, to stay on guard, and not alert Bash that they were on friendly terms.

Hopefully, Hopper did the heavy lifting. Kendall was simply wrung out.

Though Johnnie hadn’t heard Hopper’s voice in years, he still remembered it. No wonder Bash had been so subdued toward Kendall. Surprising that he took a woman’s feelings into consideration, but it explained his reaction.

Johnnie glanced at Bash, smirked at Kendall, and flexed the hand with all his fingers before turning, surprised to see how pretty Hopper still was. He would’ve thought hard living would’ve torn her down as it had Gypsy, that poor wretch.

Hopper had gained a few pounds, distributed evenly across the curves of her body, revealed in tight leather. She wasn’t as short as Megan but nowhere near as tall as Kendall. He’d even hazard a guess that Mattie was taller than Hopper. Her brown hair was swept up, allowing the diamonds in her ears to sparkle.

His gaze dropped to her hands, decked with diamond rings on all ten of her fingers and a bracelet on each wrist.

She moved toward him, revealing Megan, who he hadn’t noticed and who was still so gorgeous Johnnie wondered if her beauty would ever fade.

He smirked at her too, thinking of the perfect way to get under both Megan and Kendall’s skin.

“Never expected to run into you here, sweetheart,” he said, grinning at Hopper, so furious with Kendall’s deviousness that he wanted to scream and kill, grab her and usher her to Colombia then and there. He wouldn’t, but by this time next week, they’d be there. He’d drive to Seattle tomorrow and put everything in motion.

Once in South America, he wouldn’t release Kendall until she remembered how much she loved him and stopped playing her fucking games.

Even if it took ten fucking years. Twenty. One hundred…he didn’t care.

“If not for this—” He wiggled his ring finger— “I would invite you and Christopher somewhere so we could party like we used to.”