Rack,
The more pain I have, the more rewarding my pleasure. Only Joe is gentle with me. K-P wants nothing to do with me. But you, Cee Cee, and Sharper have used my pussy mercilessly over the years, so your threats are like water through a sieve. They don’t matter.
For your threat, I have a present waiting for you in your closet.
P.
Kendall was almost afraid to read what that present might be, though she had hersuspicions.
Why, Pattie? Why?
Nanchette was a nice girl with good pussy. Why’d you slit her throat? Why? Why? Why?
Rack
The letters were smeared, even though it was a copy. Kendall wondered if Rack had been crying. She also wondered if the letters were hand delivered. They acted as if the postal service didn’t make monumental mistakes.Anyonecould’ve received the letters of lunatics.
Bunch of fucking assholes.
Rack,
Why carve her face and slit her throat in your room? Your closet? I told Daddy that Joe did it. He won’t remember. You all are ruining him. I hate you for it. I hate all of you. I hate Logan and his edicts from Colombia. I hate Sharper and his God complex. I hate Cee Cee and his wanderingeye and cruelty. And I hate you for being a motherfucker.
Pattie
p.s. Nanchette begged for her life. I laughed as I cut her face.
My God! Patricia wasn’t…was…she wasn’t…
Fuck, what was Kendall even trying to say? Patricia was a psycho? A sadist? She wasn’t an innocent victim. That bitch was hardcore.
Pattie,
You can save Big Joe. Release your claim on Christopher and leave him to whatever Sharper and Logan has in store for him.
He’s Cee Cee’s son. Christopher’s death will be your revenge. You’ll save Big Joe. Think about it.
Rack
WHAT?
Goddamn, as outragedas she was, Kendall couldn’t help but wonder why the stupid assholes exchanged fucking letters like beefing nobles from the 1700s. Didn’t the miserable murderers know about fucking email? Covert meetings in dark rooms? Why leave this trail of fucking evidence?
Rack,
You’ll touch my boy over my dead body. As much as I love Joe, Christopher belongs to me. He ismine. No one can have him or take him away from me. I would sacrifice everyone if it meant he survived.
If you ever hurt him, kill me or I’ll make your death painful and gruesome and then dance in your blood.
Mypussy is closed to you, motherfucker.
Pattie
Honestly, Kendall didn’t know why she’d even picked up the fucking letters. The first family gathering in weeks would start in a little over an hour. Earlier than normal because, despite everything, life still wasn’t back to normal. She didn’t need all this blood and treachery swirling in her head.
Christopher needed to know about his mother.
Or did he?
