Page 194 of Remorseless
“Youswore,” Ryder said, walking up to CJ and giving him a quick hug.
“You two act like we don’t go to his room every night,” Ransom complained.
“Ax?”
“What, Uncle Val?”
“How the fuck you play maintenance man? I have some ideas that I might want to run by your Aunt Zoann.”
“’Cause you a motherfuckin’ pervert,” Dad snapped. “But Val right, boy. What the fuck you mean?”
Axel froze, then looked from Ryder to Ransom, and finally to Diesel. “Men, let’s converse with our attorney!”
“What the fuck you did?” Dad demanded.
“Tell him,” Diesel suggested. “We’ll talk after.”
“But you said lawyering up is the best way not to incriminate yourself,” Ryder said, glancing uneasily at Dad.
Diesel crouched next to Axel. “Whisper your crime and I’ll wait until you leave to try and get you a lighter sentence.”
Axel complied. The more he spoke, the wider Diesel’s eyes grew. He peppered whatever he heard with, “you’re fucking joking,” “oh goddamn,” and “motherfucker.”
Like a condemned little fuckhead, Axel blinked at Diesel as their big brother stood.
“You’ll save our lives, won’t you?” Ransom asked.
“Go,” Diesel said, sighing.
“What the fuck they did?” Dad asked the moment the wretched little assholes left the club.
Diesel cleared his throat. “Nothing mechanical.”
Dad lifted a brow.
“They fucked with the main box for the smart sprinkler system, which is why they opened everywhere. They couldn’t remember the original settings.”
“They did fuckin’what?” Dad roared to his feet. “They could’ve caused so much fuckin’ water damage, the motherfuckin’ house would’ve been unlivable.”
“Prez, deal with them later,” Uncle Mort said. “It’s getting late. Let’s roll out so we can pick up your new bike and you can sleep next to your woman tonight.”
Dad gritted his teeth, drew in a deep breath, and nodded. “You right, Mort.” He looked at the girls. “One wrong move from you bitches, especially toward Megan, and I ain’t showin’ no fuckin’ mercy. Hear me?”
They all nodded.
Dad grabbed his keys from the table, signaling the officers to stand.
“Can I tag along?” Easton asked.
“Fuck you. Fuck no. Not only ain’t you a fuckin’ member, you ain’t a motherfuckin’ officer, and you definitely ain’t my fuckin’ friend.”
“I’d like him to come, Christopher,” Uncle Johnnie said.
“Dad, we have a situation,” CJ inserted before his father responded.
“Talk to me about it when I get back—”
“Kaia’s asking Rebel out for Valentine’s.”
