Page 181 of Remorseless

“Waa-waa-waa, motherfucker,” she clapped back. Hands on hips, she looked him up and down. “Meggie would never cheat on you. You’re just a guilty fuckhead, so whatever evidence youthinkyou have is in your small little mind to justify your actions with that bitch.”

Even dead, he couldn’t escape that bitch. Fuck, but he wished he could resurrect her and fuck her up again. It was because of how he’d acted that Megan needed to get revenge.Howfuckinever…

“I already fuckin’ told you, Megan, Rebel, Roxanne, Zoann—” who wanted to fuck him up— “Fee, Georgie, Doc Will, Bunny, fuck, the goddamn extraterrestrials in outer fuckin’ space, and everyothermotherfucker I didn’t—”

“Cheat,” Kendall spat, plopping onto her chair and folding her arms. “Neither is she. She would never betray you. You’ve lost your fucking mind.”

“I have not!” he yelled, explaining about the phone call.

Kendall shrugged. “Does she fucking tell you about every meeting she has?”

“That’s not the fuckin’ point. She flat-out fuckin’ lied to me! Clamin’ she was meetin’ Mort. Not only did I overhear Megan whisperin’ to another motherfucker, she said she couldn’t come with me to the meetin’ between you and me,andI called Mort and he said he hadn’t talked to Megan since yesterday.”

“Have you tracked her?”

“She ain’t in neither of her cars. She ain’t got her phone and it don’t seem like she got her purse. After I leave here, I’m going to the motherfucker last known address. If they ain’t there, then I’m going to some of her favoriteplaces.”

A thoughtful expression crossed Kendall’s face, but she remained silent.

“If Megan fuckin’ that motherfucker…” He balled his fists and fury settled into his gut like boiling acid. He scrubbed a hand over his face and blew out a breath to calm himself. “Just the fuckin’ idea.”

“Okay, Satan, we know you’ll kill him and make her suffer. All you assholes are alike. Have bitches waiting in the wings, fluttering around you, orwhatever. But you can’t handle the opposite.”

“I ain’t fuckin’ Satan.”

“I beg to differ. Would you like to see the evilness flaming in your fucking eyes?”

“Fuck off,” he snapped. “I ain’t come for this anyway. This our weekly meetin’. So let’s make it quick, so I can go find my fuckin’ wife, shake her, fuck her, then fuckupthe motherfucker she with.”

Suspicion entered Kendall’s eyes. “Don’t hurt her. Even if she is having an affair, she’s been through so much—”

“I love Megan. If she open her pussy to a thousand motherfuckers, I just gotta kill a thousand motherfuckers then put her on a deserted island ‘til she get some fuckin’ sense.”

“You’re so fucking insane.”

“What the fuck you found?”

The question returned the conversation to the reason for the meeting. Fine with Christopher. The sooner it finished, the sooner he could leave.

Kendall’s sadness returned and a small smile danced across her mouth. She stood and grabbed a folder. “Let’s go to the conference room. I ordered lunch for us because I thought Meggie was coming.”

Images of a very different type of coming rose in his head and he stiffened, livid all over again. When he got his hands on her, he’d shake her, then lock her away until she really forgave him and loved him again.

“I’m not hungry,” he grouched. “I ain’t got time for fuckin’ food. We ain’t met in two fuckin’ weeks. Otherwise, I would’ve called and canceled and found my fuckin’ wife.”

She stalked to his side. “Do you honestly think Meggie’s cheating?”

“Yes. No. Fuck, I ain’t sure.” He kicked the chair. “I don’t know what the fuck she’s gonna do anymore.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat?”

“What’s the matter?” he asked, not in the nicest of tones, but fuck, he wasn’t in the nicest mood. “Whyyourface so fucking long?”

“Did you ever find Hopper and Randolph?”

He’d stopped looking for Megan’s brother or nephew and his ma years ago. Hopper saved Megan and her wedding set.

“Did you?”