Page 128 of Remorseless
“I suggest you bitches shut the fuck up,” Narci warned. “Stop fucking with Reb and Meggie, and your life will be fucking easier.”
“Neither one of those bitches can do anything,” Diana said angrily, her eyes snapping.
“Enough!” CJ snarled.
“He’s right, Diana,” Diesel said coldly. “Enough. Or CJ’s telling Aunt Meggie and I’m telling Outlaw.”
Diana scowled.
“Shouldn’t you worry about Tabitha, Di?” Gail asked. “She’s Diesel’s wife. Rebel’s a fucking menace but she’s not giving him pussy or head.”
CJ went to the club to talk to Diesel and forget the bullshit that took place tonight. He didn’t fucking come to findmorebullshit. “Can we get off the subject of my little sister?”
“Pour us each a cup,” Narci instructed, nodding to the pitcher.
“Fill mine up,” Dieselinstructed.
“What is it?” CJ asked.
Giggling again, Joplin lined eight cups in two rows and grabbed the pitcher. “It’s purp.”
CJ grunted. He wasn’t into lean. “I don’t want any.”
Once again, all the women, except Tennysee, giggled. She was still stewing in misery, watching Narci with puppy dog eyes, while he ignored her.
Gail lit a cigarette and dragged on it. “Of course you don’t,” she said, releasing plumes of smoke from her nose and mouth. “Not Meggie’s perfect potato.”
“Enough with that bullshit,” CJ growled. “It’s no secret how much I value my mom. If she’s happy, I’m happy, so shut the fuck up with your juvenile bullshit.”
“One of these days you’re going to have to choose between the pussy you dropped from and the pussy you want to get into,” Diana said flatly.
Gail and Joplin cackled, while Fia’s and Tennysee’s eyes rounded.
“Hate to tell you, bro, but Di’s right.” Narci’s eyes crinkled in amusement. “Do any of you ladies want dick from a mama’s boy?”
Fia laughed nervously. “Get off that bullshit.”
“I’m with Narci,” Bedhead said.
“Ignore them, babe,” Tennysee advised under her breath, looking at CJ with meaning.
Before CJ answered, Joplin slid him a Styrofoam cup. “It’s only half full and not very strong,” she said, handing out the other cups.
“Have a little left for me?” Potter asked, holding a small plastic cup out.
Grinning, Joplin nodded and poured the last little bit in Potter’s cup.
Everyone took a sip except CJ. He left his untouched.
“You’re drinking beer, C.” Narci shrugged. “Lean is just a different beverage with a better kick.”
Diesel drank again and licked his lips. Like Narci, he shrugged, although he kept his thoughts to himself.
“Don’t let the girls pressure you, CJ.” Potter drained his cup and set it on the table next to the empty pitcher. “Lean ain’t nothing for real, but if it isn’t your thing—”
Diana whispered to Gail and nodded to Dementor and Exorcist. The moment she went to them, they spoke low.
Finally, Dementor smiled at CJ. “Would you try the shit if we added more Sprite and diluted it?”
