Free misunderstoodebook by Kathryn Kelly

like she hovered two feet above the bed.
    “You have to get the fucking job?” he barked.
    Job? She had a job. She was sure she did. “I have a job.”
    “You fucking cow, focus. You didn’t get the job with the Dwellers, did you?”
    Her face crumpled. “No,” she admitted, crashing back onto the bed and wanting to sleep.
    “No,” he echoed. “Never did ask you what the fuck happened thanks to Logan.”
    A second went by. Then, two and she remained silent.
    “Kendall,” he said impatiently. “What the fuck happened?”
    “They got distracted.” And Johnnie wanted to have sex with her, but she couldn’t do that with him. She could never do that with him or anyone else ever again. Sex was bad. Really, really bad.
    “You’re such a stupid fucking cunt,” Spoon snapped. “How the fuck you allowed them to get distracted. I told you I don’t give a fuck if you have to fuck the entire club in one night. You get fucking in with them.”
    “I-I thought you said I couldn’t have sex with anybody else.”
    “Not unless I tell you to do it. Understand?”
    “Johnnie wanted to have sex with me,” she said slowly.
    “Listen to me.”
    “’Kay,” she mumbled, the fog in her brain beginning to envelope her entire body. Soon, she’d been cocooned in blessed numbness. And she’d sleep. Her brain would shut down and stop working again. Her eyes slipped closed.
    “KENDALL!” Spoon boomed, loud enough to burst her eardrum.
    Startled, Kendall bolted upright. “I want to sleep.”
    “You’re a miserable excuse for a sister. Caroline needs you and all you can think about is sleeping. If you don’t get this fucking right, she’s being auctioned off next week.”
    Caroline. God, Caroline. The memory of her little sister broke through and Kendall forced a semblance of awareness into her brain. She had to concentrate on Spoon’s directions. “I-I’m listening,” she croaked, her head beginning to pound and her breasts sore and tender.    
    “You heard me?”
    “Uh, yeah, Spoon. Everything you said.”
    Spoon chortled a laugh. “You want me to visit you again tonight to make sure you pay attention to me when I talk to you?”
    “No,” she whispered, pressing a hand against her belly.
    “I rather enjoyed choking you with my dick. Thinking, maybe, we need to have that kind of fun again soon.”
    “Will you give me Caroline back?”
    “I don’t have Caroline anymore. Remember?”
    Right. Kendall frowned. Logan did. A man who resembled a grandfather but was really a monster.
    “Besides, I don’t have to give you anything to fuck you,” Spoon reminded her. “Not even respect. As I recall, you said you were mine and, as mine, I have the right to fuck you whenever the fuck I want. Get your ass back the fuck to that club now.”
    “It’s late,” she said and she was exhausted. Drugged up exhausted and soul shattered exhausted. Besides, seeing Johnnie again had affected her down to her bones. Not because she had any real feelings for him, but because she carried his baby. Silly, yes, but she attributed that to her rioting hormones. “Spoon?”
    “Get to the club tomorrow. Logan’s been out of contact for twenty four hours. I don’t know where the fuck he’s at and I don’t like this shit. Get in with the Dwellers, Kendall. However you have to. The man is obsessed with them. All of them, but especially their Prez and Veep. He wants…” Spoon sighed in real frustration. “I don’t know exactly. He keeps asking all kinds of fucking questions about them. We didn’t get you in bed with the president, so we have to get the Intel on the brothers and give it to him. He’s given us one week.”
    Kendall scowled. Spoon really, really needed to shut the fuck up. He’d been going on and on without a breath and she’d barely been able to keep up. At least, she’d gotten the last part. “What information do you need first?”
    “Give me the information and I’ll tell you if I need it or not after I