Page 65 of Misrule
“Okay, it belongs to your children.”
The underlying anger was clear in his voice, but Christopher heard vulnerability, too, the kind that came upon a motherfucker when he felt as if he didn’t have nobody else in the entire fucking world.
Taking his time to light a smoke and take a few puffs, he offered one to Diesel.
“You’re allowed to smoke?” Lyndsey asked in awe.
Standing taller and nodding, Diesel grabbed one from Christopher’s pack and lit it.
“This treehouse belong tothechildren,” Christopher started. “Meanin’ lil’ kids. Motherfuckers who ain’t got the fuckin’ right to see you in some bitch and have they innocence stolen the fuck away.”
“You’ve said it belongs to your kids, Uncle Chris.”
Christopher drew on his cigarette again, then released the smoke. “My fuckin’ ass lied about that?”
Diesel glowered at him.
“Look, motherfucker, Ima wipe that fuckin’ look off your face. You in this treehouse, fuckin’ yoursixteen-year-oldgirlfriend, throwin’ fuckin’ digs at my ass, and tellin’ me I gotta watch what the fuck I say cuz your fuckin’ ass on your goddamn shoulders. Lemme ex-fuckin-plain somethin’ to you, Diesel.Youone of my kids, but I fuckin’ thought you was fuckin’ smart e-fuckin-nuff to know I see you as a fuckin’ man and give your ass that fuckin’ respect. Ain’t nothin’ like findin’ your own footin’ and knowin’ you got a motherfucker there to guide you when you need him, not cuz he wanna make you do what the fuckhethink best. You almost eighteen-years-old. Megan still think you ain’t knowin’ what a pussy smell like; ain’t knowin’ how it feel to beina pussy or get your cock sucked. Left up to her, you’d be sittin’ the fuck around in the fuckin’ playroom with the fuckin’ kids cuz that what she see you as. Her kid. From here on fuckin’ out, if you want me to saythe kidsto include you, Ima treatcha like a fuckin’ kid. As a matter of fuckin’ fact, Ima let Megan set your curfew, pack your fuckin’ lunch, deny you cigarettes and alcohol and Aunt Mary. And ImatellMegan you and Lyndsey been fuckin’.” He glared at Lyndsey. “Shegonna call your fuckin’ parents.”
Diesel hung his head.
“Lyndsey, you still a kid. Don’t let no motherfucker get in your pussy, fill you with a kid, and ruin your fuckin’ life. You got time for fuckin’.”
“I love Diesel, Mr. Caldwell.”
Lifting his head, Diesel frowned.
“Be a kid while the fuck you can,” Christopher told her, wanting to knock the fuck out of Diesel and his wayward cock. “Bein’ a grown-up hard as fuck.”
She wasn’t convinced.
“You ain’t able to come over un-fuckin-less we home. You ain’t able to go in Diesel room or anywhere, unless CJ with you.”
“Uncle Chris, that’s not fair. He’ll tell on me.”
“Shut the fuck up. You about to graduate and you goin’ away to college and—”
“You said you’d changed your mind about going away?” Lyndsey interrupted, her face crumpling as she looked at Diesel.
Diesel shifted. “I just haven’t told Uncle Chris, yet,” he mumbled.
Christopher snorted. He had to teach his fucking girl not to fall for a motherfucker’s bullshit, especially a good looking assfuck like Diesel that had girls falling at his fucking feet.
“Lyndsey, get the fuck outta here,” Christopher ordered, stepping aside since he still stood in the doorway.
“I picked her up,” Diesel announced.
“Go wait in the fuckin’ family room. Ima take you fuckin’ home my-fuckin-self.”
“Why can’t I take her?”
“Cuz that’s exactly what the fuck you’ll do.Take her,and not just to her fuckin’ house.”
“’Law, I tired waitin’,” CJ called.
“I know, boy. We got a new fuckin’ plan, though. We gotta bring Lyndsey home.”
“Then we coming back to play video games?”
