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“Fuck off.”

As usual, she didn’t fucking listen. “Let me ask you: how well versed were you on depression and suicide before you almost drove me to my death?”

“Fuck, you’d been around years by then. I knew you was a psycho cunt, baby, so what the fuck you talkin’ about?”

“If that’s not the fucking psychopath throwing stones, I don’t know what is.” She shook her head. “Anyway, jackass, you were aware enough to fuck over me, but not enough to really help me.”

“I ain’t wanted to fuckin’ help you. What the fuck you talkin’ about, Kendall?” he repeated. “I wanted you fuckin’ dead.”

“Christopher,” she snapped, “do you really think Meggie understood how severe her son’s schizophrenia was? Does anyone truly understand mental illness? Especially in the club. You drink it off or fuck it off. I was psycho cunt. Rule was Jesus Boy.”

“He’s a kid. You was a grown bitch. That I fuckin’ hated. I ain’t cared. I donow. We friends and family. Then? I wantedyou fuckin’ wiped the fuck off the earth and dropped into the Mariana Trench. Megan wouldn’t letmekill you, so I had to find a way to make you fuck up your own self. I’m glad you ain’t, by the way. Just don’t ever think I ain’t wanted to drop pieces of you in a fuckin’ grave and salt it over to make sure you wasn’t risin’ the fuck up ever again.”

She burst into laughter. “You’re so fucking insane.”

“So you keep saying.”

“Not only me, sir,” she said primly. “Psycho Stalker Wildman?”

“A name I wear proudly.” Megan called him psycho, too. At one time, it signaled her capitulation to him. But now… Swallowing, he glanced away. “Maybe Rule got it from me. Ma was solid. Good and kind. Sweet.” He scrubbed a hand over his face and met Kendall’s inscrutable gaze. “And she ended up with me as a son. A psycho killer.”

“What about Logan and Cee Cee? Not one of those fuckheads were sane.”

“. Johnnie insane too, by the fuckin’ way.”

“Johnnie’s brilliant,” Kendall retorted, and hiccupped.

Christopher squinted. “You fucked up?”

“No,” she said cheerily. “Merrily mellow.”

“Fucked up.”

“That’s not ladylike,” she said, wagging a finger at him.

“When did you last eat?”

“At lunch.”

“Fuck, you drank on an empty fuckin’ stomach?”

“I’ve been busy. I didn’t have an appetite.”

“Yougonnahave a fuckin’ hangover.”

“Says you. I can hold my liquor quite well, thank you very much.”

Someliquor, but she’d been throwing back vodka and tequila since she’d arrived. “How’s Brooks? Still a faintin’ pussy?”

“I haven’t seen him faint in fucking years,” she slurred.

Fuck. He needed to feed her, but they didn’t have anyone on premises to cook. Maybe, he’d order a pizza for them. He was a little hungry as well. Fuck, did Kendall even eat a normal pizza? If she told him to order one with seaweed and squid ink on a tofu crust, he wouldn’t be happy. A sandwich–

“And he only fainted the last time because you knocked him out.”

“Then the motherfucker didn’t faint. He got knocked the fuck out and that was for a fuckin’ reason. By the way, since I ain’t came in last week for our weekly meeting, is there anything new you found out about what Bash might want?”

“Still have no idea. The founding members were fucking pigs. If they would’ve killed Logan Donovan decades ago, it would’ve helped. Fucking demon fuckhead. Cee Cee was better than him any fucking day of the week.”