Clenching his jaw, Knox glanced away, not responding to the plea in his son’s voice.
Roxy slid to her feet, pausing to hug and kiss Knox before smiling at Grant. “Let’s talk for a few minutes, sugar.” She started off, then looked at Kendall. “I won’t be long, baby.”
“Take your time. I have no place to go.”
Sighing, Roxy took Grant’s hand and guided him out the kitchen, leaving Kendall alone with Knox.
Humming under her breath, she sipped her wine.
“You’re enjoying this,” Knox accused.
“Enjoying you suffering? Perhaps. But I don’t like to see Grant so torn up.”
“Unlike Johnnie, I cannot accept the fact that my son, myonlyson, wants to be a fucking careerbiker. A criminal.”
“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, so shut the fuck up, asshole.” Second or third time she’d said those exact words today.
Not that it washerfault.
“If you’re referring to Uncle Avalon—”
“Ha! I haven’t thought about that motherfucker in years. I’m referring toyou.”
“I don’t think you and I will ever truly be friends.”
“I don’t think I give a fuck, motherfucker,” Kendall replied, glaring at him.
“You don’t like me, and you never have.”
“One thing we can agree on,” she said, draining her second glass of wine and setting it on the counter. She reached for the bottle and swigged.
“You’re some piece of work, Kendall.”
“And you’re some motherfucker, Knox.”
“Come up with a new curse word. That one’s old.”
“How about bitch, cunt, and fucking attempted murderer? That good enough for you?”
“Get out.”
“Fuck off. I’m here for Roxy, not you. But I think it’s fucking appalling that you have the goddamn gall to look down onmyhusband and your son because of the club whenyou, fuckhead, tried to kill me.”
And over a far pettier reason than Outlaw. Kendall’s antics risked Meggie’s life, but Knox was upset because of her loyalty to the club and her family, so he wanted her to die for it.
At the silence, Kendall lifted a brow.
“I don’t…I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Knoxmanaged.
“My skills of deduction are as excellent as my investigation tactics. Neither Stretch nor Val planted those cameras in the house I was exiled to.Youwere the private investigator. Only you could dig up Emily and put her in front of Johnnie. Knowing full well that would break me. You did it because I bested you when you never understood my loyalty was to my husband—” A fucking lot of good that did her, but whatever. “So, Mr. High-and-Mighty fuckface, dickhead,motherfucker, you’re living in your glass house and making your son miserable.”
“Kendall…if Roxy…she’d hate me—”
Kendall made a face at him. “I’d never hurt her that way. I figured it out years ago. I might be a lot of things, but I’ve learned my lessons. Hard though they were. I love her and I love Johnnie. They are my priority. Notyou. Before you turn your back on Grant, remember your fucking sins.”
“Johnnie would kill me.”
Unlike Christopher who made no apologies for what he’d done, Knox pretended he was above Johnnie and almost everyone connected to the club. “Johnnie knows, Knox. Remember? He got Emily’s address from you. He just hasn’t connected the fact thatyouhelped orchestrate my almost suicide.”
