Page 136 of Remiss
“Bash is your brother too, Aunt Celia. And Bash is a fucking jackass. We don’t know if he put you up to this and you want to poison Outlaw.”
Sniffing, she snatched the opened bottle and swigged from it.
CJ blinked.
Undeterred, Celia snatched the other bottle and gulped from that one, too.
“Happy, nephew?”
“No, because I don’t want you to get sick.”
“I won’t. I tolerate hard liquor just fine.”
“But—”
“Your dad was performing some type of test. I saw my fair share of the same between Daddy and Bash.” Celia smiled at him. “You did good. My only suggestion is to ignore the pushback. You will get that. Sometimes, it’s a deterrent for more bullshit.”
“Did you let me take the bag or did you really not see it coming?”
“I didn’t see it coming,” she said with a straight face, then thought for a moment. “The move was unexpected,” she amended. “I figured you needed a break and were trying to consider your next move. It’s why I relaxed.Butttttt,you’re a Caldwell through and through. A sneaky motherfucker, so well played.”
“Thank you, Aunt Celia,” CJ told her, and his stomach growled.
“Rory!” Johnnie blared, swiping his hand across his wet cheeks. “Your turn. If CJ can pass the test, so can you.”
“Look, assfuck,” Christopher snapped, “it’s fuckin’ over. This not a motherfuckin’ competition, so sit the fuck down.”
“No!”
“Stop giving little dick energy, Johnnie,” Celia said, and swigged from the bottle again.
“Never. My cock’s humongous. At least twenty-seven inches.”
Celia’s cackles joined the guffaws from everyone except Johnnie. Even the boys laughed.
“You’d need to fit that motherfucker with a shoe if it was two feet, three inches,” Celia said.
Johnnie offered the smallest smile.
“Bash is still in Salt Lake City,” Celia said, turning her attention back to Christopher. “I’m thinking about going back to Richmond. I miss my old man and my kids. I decided to visit with you again one last time before I left. I hoped your woman was back.”
“Me, too. Ain’t too sure when she returnin’, though.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Bring a chair to the table for Celia,” Christopher instructed to no one in particular.
Getting to her feet, Celia grabbed the tequila than marched over and nodded to Megan’s chair. “I’ll sit there. No need for a special seat.”
“Nope, that’s Megan’s seat. Not a bitch or a motherfucker allowed to sit there but her.”
“Okay.” Celia waited until Torrin brought her chair, then called for glasses to be delivered to the table.
Since Megan wasn’t back yet, Christopher hadn’t implemented his new rule of lessening the boys’ involvement in the club, so he allowed Ransom and Ryder a small amount as well. Once Celia discovered Fia, Tennysee, and Tauriel were cooking, she went to the kitchen to help.
CJ still refused to eat, though he was more than happy to play music. Even after Christopher fucked up those twofuckheads and his confrontation with CJ, Celia and the three girls somehow relaxed the mood and livened the atmosphere.
He found his big sister to be funny and upbeat. She could dish insults with the best of them, crack the raunchiest jokes, and absorb a conversation before offering her take.
