Page 156 of Remorseless
“Outlaw?” Val called.
“Ain’t fuckin’ listenin’—”
“Meggie consider Diesel one of her sons, Prez,” Mortician called.
“He still gonna be her son,” Christopher snapped.
“He’s damn near going to be her fucking daughter,” Val pointed out. “If he survive you hacking off his cock.”
“Heyourson, Outlaw,” Mortician said. “You don’t want him dead.”
Mortician was right. That didn’t mean he had to like it. Nor did it mean Diesel shouldn’t be punished.
“Whether Reb fuckin’ sixteen or sixty, you and her ain’teverbein’ together. Youmyson. Her brother. It ain’t fuckin’ happenin’ because Iwillfuckin’ kill you.” He nodded to the podium. “Spread your fuckin’ hand.”
Digger groaned, but everyone ignored him. Even when he sat up and stumbled to his feet, the brothers watched Diesel comply with Christopher’s instructions and Christopher circle Diesel.
“If you fuckin’ look at Rebel wrong, you dead. Hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” he said quietly, reverting back to that respectful sixteen-year-old.
Christopher snatched the knife. “Ain’t it fuckin’ ironic, CJ was tellin’ you how devastated we would be ifyourmotherfuckin’ ass OD’d, and what…? Ten fuckin’ minutes later, my son,yourbrother was fuckin’ convulsin’ from fuckin’ drugs.”
“It wasn’t drugs, Uncle Christopher!” Diesel cried, his voice trembling. “Those bitches tried to poison him.”
“All cuzyoudidn’t open your motherfuckin’ mouth. All cuzyoudidn’t sample the shit those cunts prepared.”
“If I would’ve tasted it, I would’ve shot the fuck out of everyone of them,” he swore.
“That same motherfuckin’ acid you threatened Dementor with going to meltyourmotherfuckin’ ass if I find out you usin’ anymore. Got me?”
Zeroing in on the skin between Diesel’s thumb and index finger, Christopher impaled his hand to the podium.
“God,” Diesel gritted.
Stepping around him, Christopher met Rule’s gaze and crooked his finger at him.
Blinking away tears, Rule didn’t move.
“Motherfucker, you man enough to disrespect your ma and fuck with Rebel, but you ain’t able to fuckin’ face judgment?”
“Dad—”
Christopher kicked the chair closest to him, the one holding Planet’s body, and tipped it over.
“Come the fuckherenow!”
“Outlaw, please!” Exorcist cried. “We know Meggie don’t like you killing for—”
An inhuman, animal noise fell from him. That motherfucker had the fucking nerve to say what Megan didn’t want?
He pushed away dead fucking Rhino, knocked aside Dementor, and punched Exorcist, then dragged him to his feet before shoving him and sending him sprawling. Before he landed on the floor, he kicked the motherfucker in the head, the jaw, the throat, the ribs, and the head again. On the off chance he was still alive, he stalked to the podium, grabbed the switch, and riddled his fucking body with bullets.
“Dad! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Rule sobbed.
“You fuckin’ talkin’ to Lucifer, Asmodeus, and Satan, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, or motherfuckin’ Alvin, Simon, and Theodore don’t make a fuckin’ difference to me. You need prayers, exorcism, or a psycho camp ain’t matterin’ either. You fuck with your ma and your sister, and you leavin’ in a fuckin’ body bag.”
He’d deal with Rule later. He wasn’t spending his time trying to force that maniacal motherfucker to take his punishment like a man.
