Page 106 of Remorseless

Meggie tried to think of another way to draw her into the conversation.

“Stop looking at me like I’m a freak, Meggie,” Bailey told her, staring straight ahead. “I have nothing to say.”

“Oh, baby,” Roxy responded. “None of us are judging you. I was angry with you and I still hope you’ll apologize to CJ—”

“That will never happen.” Bailey’s words raised Meggie’s hackles. “If it wasn’t for that asshole, Harley never would’ve slept with Nardo.”

“Wait a minute—” Meggie started, but the arrival of the guys interrupted her.

The moment Mortician walked in, Kendall sipped her drink, eyed Bailey, licked her lips, and grinned. “Mort,” she called, jumping to her feet. She sailed to him and held out her glass. “Taste this. Meggie made it up just for us. Those of us who have sense, that is.”

Bailey made a face at Kendall, who smirked in return.

Ignoring his wife, Mortician sipped Kendall’s drink. His eyes lit up. “Fuck, that shit delicious.” He started to hand the glass back, but Digger snatched it and gulped half the contents.

“You right, Mort.”

“Fuckhead, get me another drink,” Kendall ordered, completely recovered from the game Meggie insisted they play with Johnnie so he’d back off.

She hated to see Kendall so miserable.

“You let Mort have some,” Digger complained, draining her glass and going to where Meggie sat the pitcher on the coffee table. Once he refilled it, he held it out. “Here, Kendall.”

“Red, baby, get another fucking glass for a fresh drink. Don’t drink behind that fool.”

“That’s cold, Mort,” Digger said.

Just as she was about to grab the drink, he frowned and pulled the glass away. He dipped a finger into the liquid and flicked something out.

“It’s cool now.”

“That’s fucking disgusting, Mark,” Bunny said. “Get her a new drink in a clean glass.” She held out her hand. “I’ll drink that one.”

“She’d drink behind Mort.” Scowling, Digger glared at Kendall. “You’d drink behind Mort.”

“I don’t leave fucking food crumbs in the woman’s drink, son,” Mort retorted.

“It’s not a booger.” Digger looked at Kendall. “You taking this drink or what, Kendall?”

“Talk to my woman with respect,” Johnnie ordered, as if he hadn’t pouted with Kendall most of the evening. At dinner, he’d pointedly ignored her.

“Not,” Roxy answered. “Get my baby a new drink, then sit the fuck down.”

“Fine!” Digger stomped to the bar, grabbed a glass, then stalked back to the coffee table and poured Kendall another drink. “Here, fuck. Don’t offer your drink again.”

“I didn’t—”

“She didn’t offer it toyou, fuckhead,” Johnnie barked, adopting the role of protective husband and hopefully laying his anger to bed.

Johnnie wanted Kendall to stop interfering in club business. He was upset that Christopher suddenly involved her when for so many years, he’d barred her. Kendall refused to budge, especially since she’d taken the VHS tapes found in one of the boxes Bailey lent her and had them digitized.

Kendall offered a compromise and asked Johnnie to work with her to uncover all the truths. The idiot declined.

Johnnie acted like a high schooler vying for a popularity contest. He wanted to feel needed, the smartest cookie in the jar, and above everyone. Johnnie’s ego was more fragile than models on a catwalk. Meggie was so tired of his god complex.

Christopher wasthegod, and he didn’t behave as badly as Johnnie. Meggie understood both Johnnie and Christopher’s attitude went back to Logan. The vile man damaged both his grandsons in unimaginable ways. Hopefully, he was roasting in hell.

She believed her father had gone to purgatory, because Big Joe hadturnedbad. It wasn’t inherent in him. Unlike men like Logan Donovan and Sharper Banks.