Page 66 of Misrule
“Yeah, boy.”
“’Kay.”
Christopher looked at Diesel. “Where the cock covers I gave you?”
Diesel shrugged again, his go-to gesture to show his insolence. “Somewhere.”
“You ain’t got a motherfuckin’ dime to take care of a fuckin’ kid.”
“You fucked at my age.”
“I did,” Christopher agreed. “But I was also earnin’ my fuckin’ money. I was usin’ condoms, too.”
“I want to earn money, but you won’t let me become a probate.”
“Not now.”
“If I’m your son, you should be happy I want to follow in your footsteps.”
“If I’m your old man, you should be fuckin’ happy I want you to have better than my fuckin’ ass,” Christopher countered. “Ain’t tellin’ you no different than Ima tell CJ or any of my fuckin’ sons or nephews.”
Diesel fell silent, then glanced away. “You’re really telling Aunt Meggie?”
“Diesel, look, boy. It’s fuckin’ okay to be fuckin’ angry,” Christopher responded, unsure if he would tell her or not. “Pissed the fuck off at the world. You been through a lot. Both your Ma and your old man ducked out on you and left you homeless. My ass would be madder than a motherfucker, too. But we ain’t leavin’ you. You for me and Megan. Youours. You ain’t goin’ through this shit alone, no matter what the fuck I call this fuckin’ treehouse.”
A tear slid down Diesel’s cheek. “You might decide to throw me away.”
“So you tryna throw our asses away first, huh?”
Another tear. A third shrug. A sniffle.
“I ain’t tellin’ Megan, but I was fuckin’ serious about how you interactin’ with Lyndsey. You ain’t wantin’ nothin’ but to fuck her. Mean-fuckin-while, she lookin’ at you like you a fuckin’ god.”
“She’s so pretty.”
“She is,” Christopher agreed. “She also a good fuckin’ girl that think you her fuckin’ soulmate.”
Diesel groaned. “Girls are so stupid.”
“No, girls smart. Us motherfuckers the ones that’s stupid. We see a pretty bitch and we just see our fuckin’ cocks in them. We ain’t carin’ that they got feelins and shit cuz the motherfucker between our legs ain’t carin’.”
“Are you going to tell Lyndsey?”
“About you just wantin’ to fuck her?”
“Yes.”
“Nope. It’s up to your ass to do the right fuckin’ thing. All the fuck I can do is guide you to the right fuckin’ path. Whether you take the motherfucker up to you.”
His main phone dinged. When he pulled it out, he saw a text from Megan.
The kids are enjoying themselves. We’re going to stay at Gypsy’s a little while longer. I love you.
This fucking evening just got better and fucking better. He might have to bribe his boy with cash because, after he dropped Lyndsey off, he was heading over to Derby and Gypsy’s place, so his woman would have an escort home. He might not be able to do anything about some of this bullshit, but it was becoming more and more obvious drastic actions called for drastic fucking measures.
Chapter Seventeen
One week later…
