Misfit (Death Dwellers MC #6) (90 page)

“I can do your hair, Kendall,” Fee offered, stroking her fingers through Kendall’s hair and meeting her gaze in her vanity mirror.

The results of her pregnancy test hit Kendall in the face again, almost like a lick, as she glanced at the pee stick on the edge of her table. She wanted to feel happy but fear, more than anything else, swamped her.

This time around, she’d do the right thing and continue with her meds, not wanting to risk another meltdown as she’d had a few weeks ago. It seemed the more she stopped doing as the doctor ordered, the worst her episodes became.

The moment she’d felt her bleeding start, she’d known she’d made a mistake in taking out her revenge against an innocent baby. She just hadn’t been able to stop herself. If Johnnie ever discovered that she’d purposely destroyed their baby, out of anger, he’d never forgive her.

Despite a niggling worry that Johnnie would desert her, prior to the events of the past year, somewhere deep down she’d known he wouldn’t abandon her. Sending her away had always been for her own good, something she recognized in the right frame of mind. Like now. She understood that she controlled the ending of her marriage.

No more. Johnnie had gotten the upper hand, and Kendall knew, without a single doubt, he’d leave and take their kids if she didn’t get her act together. Not even pregnancy would stop him. She’d pushed him once too many times.

“Kendall?”

“I don’t feel like doing anything,” she told Fee quietly, and stood. “I’m really tired.”

“Yeah, but the guys have something planned, and they want us there.”

She
wanted to be there, but she’d have to face Meggie—and Outlaw—neither of whom she’d seen since Bunny’s wedding, a month ago.

“I’m probably the last person anyone wants to see.”

“By anyone you mean my brother, right?” Fee asked on a sigh.

Kendall nodded. “And Meggie.”

“How about I call Meggie? Ask her to come over. If she agrees, you know everything is fine with you.”

“I miss our brunches, Fee. I’ve been such a beast to her.”

“To everyone,” Fee corrected, bumping Kendall’s shoulder and smiling. “It’s okay. We were all pretty angry with you, but it’s in the past and we came out basically unscathed.”

Abandoning thoughts of hair and makeup, Kendall turned and grabbed Fee’s hands. “Is it? At Bunny’s wedding, I told Meggie to tell Johnnie to do a wedding like that for me. I wanted her and him to plan it. My husband was right. I couldn’t be bothered with all those details. I even told her what wedding dress I wanted and where to get my cake from. Everything! She didn’t respond.”

“Kendall,” Fee started in warning tones.

“But I want a big wedding, too. If Meggie had agreed, I would know she’s forgiven me. She’s always helped me. Looked out for me. Had my back.”

“You’re Kendall Donovan,” Fee reminded her, stuffing her phone back into her jeans pocket. Still early in her pregnancy, she wasn’t showing yet. “Since when have you needed anyone to look out for you?”

Kendall bowed her head. “Oh, Fee, since forever. I’ve just been too stubborn to admit it.”

“Maybe, you didn’t realize it until you’d lost it.”

Fee’s words sounded ominous, but Kendall had to agree.

“I don’t even have Roxy anymore.”

“Roxy wouldn’t have deserted you if she could’ve helped it.”

Just thinking of Bailey’s mom sent tears to Kendall’s eyes. She managed a nod.

She’d brought it all on herself. Now, she would further alienate everyone if she didn’t attend whatever the guys were planning. She’d taken a shower right after Johnnie left, and washed and dried her hair, but hadn’t styled it in a particular way. She rarely did. Her hair had grown out again, to where she could wear it as she liked it best—loose and free.

“Can you bump it a little? It could use some body.”

“Sure,” Fee agreed without hesitation.”

By the time Fee finished, the ends of Kendall’s hair had a nice curl. She stared in her mirror, then sidled another gaze at her pregnancy test. She’d wanted this, so she’d have to make the best of it.

Johnnie adjusted the turquoise-colored bow tie of his tuxedo as he considered himself in the mirror of Wilkins’s bedroom in the church rectory, grumbling under his breath. He’d hated wearing this shit for Megan’s wedding. Doing it for Kendall was worth it, but still goddamn uncomfortable.

But Kendall wanted a formal wedding, and a formal wedding she’d get. Thanks to Meggie, he hadn’t had much to do but go to his fitting with the guys. And, of course, cough up the money.

The door opened and Christopher walked in, his frown fiercer than when he wanted to kill someone. Turning, Johnnie smirked at the tux his brother wore.

“Not a motherfuckin’, goddamn, fuckin’, fucked up word,” he growled. “If Megan ain’t sucked my cock to get me to wear this, I woulda been in my fuckin’ cut and jeans. But the wicked little bitch made me for-fuckin-get my motherfuckin’ name. Next thing my ass knew I was agreein’ to this.”

“Meggie girl got your ass wrapped around her little fuckin’ pinky,” Mort said, making his presence known with that comment.

“No, motherfucker, my girl got my ass wrapped around the motherfuckin’ nail on her lil pinky,” Christopher corrected without shame.

“C’mon, Ro,” CJ instructed, just as he squeezed between Christopher and Mort, dragging Rory with him. Both boys were adorable in matching tuxedos. “Uncle John-John, him cry for Ant Kenda. Mommie told him his mommie coming but him tired of Tilda. Him say her a bitch-ass baby.”

Johnnie wanted to be outraged that Rory had cursed, but CJ looked happy at Christopher’s and Mort’s snickers. In all honesty, Johnnie was so proud of his son, he could only clear his throat.

“Girls are pussies, Dad,” Rory said with a wide grin, encouraged that Johnnie hadn’t chastised him.

“No, silly, girls
got
pussies,” CJ corrected. “Remember?”

“Nuh-uh, Mother say girls got ginas and boys got peenies.”

“Enough, you two,” Johnnie said sternly, the only adult with enough coherence to speak. Mort and Christopher were almost pissing themselves laughing so hard. “Wait until you’re older then you can have a cock measuring contest if you’d like. You’re too young to talk about cocks, peenies, pussies, and ginas.”

“Knock, knock,” Megan said, walking in as she spoke.

“MegAnn,” CJ and Rory chorused.

She smiled, lovely in her turquoise colored, sweep-trained dress that gave the barest hint of her baby bump. Her swept up hair had tiny seed pearls throughout, with a few stray curls hanging down, showing off her turquoise and diamond earrings that Johnnie gave to her for helping with Kendall’s wedding. He’d asked her to be matron of honor, but she’d refused, saying it was in bad form to take that role just because she’d planned it.

He hoped Kendall didn’t mind there’d be no one to take the role, but he’d worked with what he had, hoping Megan wasn’t so fed up with Kendall that she only gave her the bare necessities for Kendall’s dream wedding and intended to return most of his money after the fact.

“Fee and Kendall are on the way,” Megan said, settling a hand on the shoulders of each little boy and smiling at Christopher with love and tenderness. “They’ll be here in about ten minutes. We’re right on schedule. We’re all going to work to get Kendall into her gown and veil.”

“That you haven’t let me see,” Johnnie pointed out.

“It’s bad luck for a groom to see his bride before the wedding,” Megan retorted. “That’s why I asked for a check to cover certain items, so you wouldn’t know how much
her
gown cost.”

As opposed to listening to her about the bridemaids’ gowns, the invitations, and the reception.

“Better your fuckin’ bank account than mine,” Christopher said, digging in his pocket and pulling out a flask.

“Are you sure Kendall will be okay walking down the aisle alone?” Johnnie asked, thankful when Mort pulled out a roll and held it up.

Christopher exchanged the flask for the joint with Mort. “You doubtin’ my girl got your bitch covered?”

“Fuck, after the way Red treated Meggie girl, I’d doubt that shit, too, Prez.”

Megan rolled her eyes, then pointed to her expensive as fuck earrings. “You wouldn’t have spent ten grand on a pair of earrings if you truly doubted me, Johnnie.”

“No, baby, my ass wouldna
let
this motherfucker spend ten grand on your fuckin’ earrings if he hadn’t fuckin’ asked me, doubtin’ you or not.” He pulled out a lighter. “Now, get the fuck before you, CJ, and Rory high like motherfuckers.”

“You’re sooo bad, Christopher,” Megan said, hustling her son and nephew out the door, just as a loud squeal reached them.

“Red here,” Mort said with a grin. “Probably just figured out what the fuck goin’ on.”

“Yeah.” Johnnie’s nervous anticipation surprised him. It hadn’t dawned on him how much he’d wanted a big wedding. Now that the day had arrived, he wanted it to be perfect for both him and Kendall, and regretted his decision to allow Megan the majority of the planning.

She’d grown up, no longer bending over backwards to be friends with anyone, if they mistreated her. For whatever reason.

Had Megan changed so much that she’d use this to derail Kendall’s day?

Thirty minutes later, Father Wilkins informed him it was time to walk to the church. Kendall being at the rectory dawned on Johnnie. For Megan’s wedding, the priest had given her a storage closet at the church to dress in.