Page 123 of Remiss
So unfair that his childhood had been robbed.
“Megan, if you don’t fuckin’ tell me–”
“It doesn’ matter–”
“Ima start shootin’ every motherfucker I fuckin’suspect.”
“I don’t care, Christopher. They stopped caring about me. My sons. My husband. Why should I care if they live or die? Kill them all. Kill none of them. I don’t care anymore.”
“Megan–”
“Mom gave the phone back to me, Dad,” Axel said tearfully. “I got to check on her, but I’ll give you a list of motherfuckers when I get home. Bye.”
For long moments after Axel hung up, Uncle Christopher stood, frozen in his spot as if he couldn’t believe what had just taken place.
No one moved or spoke for a minute. CJ had known the argument was bad, but he didn’t know what happened before they went to Rule’s room and found Mom sobbing and Dad fucking crazy.
“You put your fucking hands on Mom?” CJ asked incredulously, still reeling from that information.
He’d had a flash of disbelief, where he thought she’d embellished. Then Dad…Dadapologized. He actually…
CJ jumped to his feet.
“Sit the fuck downnow, CJ,” Dad ordered.
“No! Fuck you. We’re here living in goddamn hell because you lost your fucking mind. I’d leave you, too. Mom always said she wouldn’t tolerate cheating or abuse. What the fuck have you done in the last few weeks?”
Dad got to his feet and barreled to CJ, his green eyes narrowed and cold with warning.
“Back the fuck off, boy. This between me and your ma. You ain’t got a fuckin’ thing to say to me.”
CJ shook with anger. He’d been so fucking crushed that Mom left him behind, but of course she would. She wouldn’t think he’d support her.
“Dad?” Ransom called.
“What?” Dad snarled, not taking his angry gaze from CJ. “I ain’t takin’ no fuckin’ disrespect from none of you lil’ motherfuckers.”
“Yeah, no, Dad,” Ryder said with disapproval. “We stand behind you and support you, but that’sourmom. We’rehersons, and we’re not letting a motherfucker alive lay hands on her.”
“I didn’t fuckin’ hit your ma. I just shook her and dropped her. She landedonthe motherfucking bed.”
“Did you use your fucking teeth to pick her up, Dad?” CJ asked irritably. “You had to use your goddamn hands to engage in that fucking travesty.”
“That’smyfuckin’ wife.”
“Then you need to fucking act like it,” Ransom retorted.
“Go to your fuckin’ rooms right the fuck now.”
“Fine, Dad,” Ryder said “But if I were you, I’d start praying. Axel’s coming home.” Smirking, he followed Ransom out the door.
“You too, CJ,” Dad ordered as if he hadn’t just been threatened to within an inch of his fucking life.
Axel would try to fuck him up. If Dad didn’t know that, CJ did. He wouldn’t tell his little brother one fucking thing. If Axel wanted to bury Dad in lava, CJ would shut the fuck up and step out of the way.
CJ glanced at Diesel, who chose the worst fucking time to have a poker face. Instead of leaving, CJ sat back down.
“I said togo.”
