Misjudged (Death Dwellers #3.5) by Kathryn Kelly Read Free Book Online

shit not fuckin’ hard to understand. Tell me, where the fuck in my statement ain’t nothin’ and no-fuckin’ body—not even my boy—more fuckin’ important than you that you ain’t understandin’?”
    “I understand,” she said, irrationally hurt that he continued to speak of just CJ. They had two boys. Not only their living son. She wouldn’t respond on repeat and tell him that she just wanted to be who he needed. It was just a broken record. She rubbed her forehead. “I’m going to text Zoann and see if they are still at the rally. Maybe, we can meet them there.”
    With a heavy sigh, Christopher nodded. “Yeah, you do that, baby. Cuz our fuckin’ night goin’ to shit.”

C hapter Three: Tame Shit
    Brimming with fury and shouldering his way through the crowd of the biker rally being held in an old warehouse near the Willamette, Christopher kept a tight hold on Megan, his mind filled with images of garroting Kendall. They could’ve been fucking friends, once upon a time, but she instigated shit every fucking way she could think of. Fucking divorce proceedings with Bailey and Mort. Dropping her stupid fucking comments about her holier than though law fucking degree compared to Megan only being a housewife. Her fucking brilliant observation that Megan needed to face the other girls’ pregnancies.
    No fucking shit. While Kendall only mentioned her lost baby at times most convenient for her, Megan was just about losing herself in grief.
    Kendall wanted to fucking help Megan? Then why not fucking ask her about her grief and pain? Why fucking berate her and judge her?
    Although passing her fucking opinion about shit was one fucking thing—they all fucking did it with each other. Inter-fucking-fering was a completely different motherfucker. And fucking Kendall had a way of passing her opinions and passing fucking judgment all in one, especially on Megan.
    That shit was fucking stopping or Christopher was killing her. End of fucking story. He’d have to fucking kill John Boy, too, because the dumb fucking ass would want to fucking avenge his woman. Under-fucking-standable. But Christopher would save all the bullshit and shoot the fuck out of both of them at the same fucking time.
    Just thinking about killing Johnnie hurt Christopher. They always had each other’s backs. They didn’t try to fuck up each other. However, since Kendall’s arrival, they’d gotten into several fights. Not even Zoann slapping the fuck out of Kendall had gotten through to her.
    “Think I should enter?”
    Megan’s question interrupted his thoughts and he paused. He’d plied her with water after she’d drank that sweet shit and she seemed fine. But she had to be fucking drunk off her motherfucking ass if she thought he’d allow her to vie to be Miss Biker Babe.
    A line of half-dressed bitches stood like ducks in a fucking row, near a table marked ‘registration’. The seven girls had tank tops that only went to their stomachs. Bikini bottoms covered their pussies, and their tits almost spilled the fuck out of those small tops.
    Christopher glanced at Megan. She had to be fucking with him. But, nope. She kept up a triangular study between the bitches, him, and herself.
    A couple of the girls smiled at him and he sighed, not in the mood to be there. He just wanted to be in his room, locked away with Megan and CJ. There, she was herself again. She knew who she was and how much he needed her.
    Turning her to face him, he knuckled her jaw. “Go ahead and enter, baby. Just fuckin’ have my fuckin’ bail money ready for when I fuck up motherfuckers for lookin’ at you.”
    She tilted her head back.
    “C’mon,” he said, headlocking her playfully and dragging her away. A heartbeat later, he released her and kissed her, glad when she started forward again.
    “Excuse me,” a redheaded woman purred, brushing against him and winking, running her tongue along her fat lips suggestively. He shoved the bitch away, the sight of the