Page 127 of Remorseless
Joplin and Diana giggled. Not the happy sound like Mom. It was the kind that called Diesel a lying motherfucker.
“Your business must not be that good if a recreational user is your best customer, Narci,” CJ pressed.
Narci stiffened. “You aren’t a member, CJ. Despite what Outlaw’s been pumping into your fucking head, so watch yourself.”
CJ waited a heartbeat to see if Diesel would step in on his behalf as he had with Dementor. But nothing. He had to defend himself. “Is that a threat, Narci?” he asked, sick and tired of all these motherfuckers, Diesel included.
“Of course not,” Narci said, like a split personality motherfucker. “I’m just pointing shit out to you the way you and Diesel did this morning about Meggie.”
Nodding, CJ focused on Diesel again. “About Mom. Think aboutherreaction.”
A half smile tipped one side of Diesel’s mouth. They both ignored the laughter of the girls and Narci returning to his seat.
“Point taken, little brother.”
“Come here, Jop,” Narci called as CJ and Diesel returned to their seats.
Immediately, she scampered to him, squeezing between Dementor, Exorcist, and Bedhead. She sat on Narci’s lap and kissed him with the same enthusiasm she’d kissed CJ.
He didn’t care. The new revelation about Diesel explained so fucking much. The asshole fucked to excess and drank to excess. He’d bet he snorted just as much despite his claim.
“Hurry.” Narci slapped Joplin’s ass as she scurried away,
As she passed Dementor, Exorcist, and Bedhead and they groped and fondled her, she squealed.
Potter glanced over his shoulder, took stock of CJ, sighed, and turned his back on them again.
The next few minutes passed in silence until Fia and Gail followed Joplin as she returned from wherever she’d gone—probably Narci’s room. Gail planted herself in his lap. Tennysee hobbled into the room and went to a chair. In only panties, her breasts bobbed and her nipples tightened. Sadness pulled her features down.
“Hey, CJ,” she greeted, averting her gaze away from Narci and Gail.
Mainly a hangaround since Nyx’s arrival, Tennysee had always been friendly to CJ. He nodded to her, training his gaze on her face, instead of salivating over her bare breasts.
“Hey, bae,” he returned.
Joplin sat Styrofoam cups and a blue pitcher on the table.
“What’s wrong, C?” Narci took up the trend and shortened CJ’s name even further. “You don’t seem yourself. You’re inserting yourself too much into club life too soon.”
“Are you missing your mommie?” Gail teased, her eyes twinkling. “I’m shocked Meggie-Weggie allowed her wittle potatoout.”
The girls laughed.
Narci grabbed a beer and Diesel shifted in his seat.
“Good one, Gail,” CJ said, smiling politely.
“Everyone knows you’re her favorite.” Joplin rolled her eyes. “Even over that viper. Although I’d still love to lick her pussy.”
“You and at least one other motherfucker.” Narci smirked from Diesel to Dementor. “Rebel’s quite popular.”
Diana stiffened. “Stop talking about that bitch in front of me.”
“Take your own fucking advice and shut the fuck up about my little sister,” CJ ordered.
“Nothing againstyou, CJ,” Diana said. “But she prances around here like she owns everything. Especially Diesel.”
“Diesel?” Joplin widened her eyes, her tone not nearly as derisive as Diana’s. “What about Bishop?”
