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

their holes and got out bad. Others just got fucking tired of the life and fucking patched out. Christopher preferred to think that was going on with Digger. He was fucking over motherfuckers close to him fucking him up the ass.
    “Mort, Sharper got all kinds of fuckin’ hate for me, you, Johnnie, and Val. I ain’t trustin’ that motherfucker for all the fuckin’ gold at Fort Knox. Keep this shit in fuckin’ mind and put this bug in Digger ear. He fuck up and fuck with the club, you fuckin’ takin’ him the fuck out. You the fuckin’ club enforcer, his fuckin’ blood brother, and the motherfucker who sponsored him. He out? Fine. He fuckin’ out. He out fuckin’ bad and we got fuckin’ problems. Understand me, Mortician?”
    A grave look on his face, Mortician nodded and opened his mouth to talk, but Christopher caught sight of Johnnie and Megan huddled in a private conversation off to the side. So fucking much about being fucking secure.
    “Aww fuck.”
    Ignoring Mortician’s words, Christopher saw red and stalked in their direction.

    “How are you feeling this evening, Zoann?” Meggie asked, hugging her sister-in-law and smiling at Val.
    He was no longer using, but she was still slightly nervous around him. That, combined with not wanting to clue Christopher in to what Val had done by accident, made her plain wary. In her heart, she knew Val would never hurt her as long as he was in his right mind. In her head, she couldn’t forget what had happened. Not yet, anyway. It was still too fresh.
    Zoann squeezed her elbow. “Where’s your head, sweetie?”
    Meggie especially didn’t want Zoann finding out about Val’s actions. She deserved her happiness with him and Meggie didn’t want to be the one to ruin it.
    “It’s going a million miles a minute,” she admitted, turning at the tap on her shoulder and coming face to face with Johnnie. She smiled. “Hey.”
    Sexy as always with his light blond hair and silver eyes, his responding grin just made him more handsome. He looked exhausted, though. After suffering through two long flights—one going to Hawaii to visit Kendall and then doing a turnaround because of the raid—he’d gotten to the clubhouse and got right to work.
    He squeezed her shoulder and Meggie frowned at him, shrugging him away.
    “I need to talk to you,” he told her.
    “You have a death wish, huh, dickhead?” Val asked with a snicker. “You trying to escape that bitch you got, just walk the fuck away. No need to get Outlaw to murder you to get away.”
    “Fuck you,” Johnnie growled, looking ready to fight Val. “Leave Kendall the fuck alone before I kill you. I’m not in the fucking mood for your stupid bullshit.”
    The humor dropped from Val’s face and he stepped forward, but Zoann grabbed his sleeve. “I need to pee.”
    “I’ll come with you,” Meggie announced, throwing Johnnie a dirty look when he stepped into her path.
    “Please, Megs. This is urgent. About Kendall,” he added.
    Clenching her jaw, Meggie nodded, watching as Zoann and Val disappeared into the crowd. Christopher and Mortician stood no more than six feet away, engaged in a deep conversation, within sight though, so no harm should come of this conversation.
    She gazed up at Johnnie. “I need to talk to you about Kendall myself,” she hissed, glaring at him.
    “Me first.”
    “Kendall is more fragile than you think,” Meggie rushed out, ignoring his autocratic command.
    “Kendall isn’t fragile,” Johnnie insisted, the friendliness he had in his eyes for her cooling to a chilling degree just like it had for Val.
    Meggie jabbed Johnnie’s chest. “Stop being a jerky moron, idiot. You’re stringing Kendall along. Every time she brings up a wedding date, you change the subject or find something else to do. You’re being an insensitive, stupid, moronic jerk and you’re hurting her terribly. How do you think she feels being the only one amongst us not married?”
    “About the same way you