Page 184 of Remiss
“Please—”
“Shut the fuck up,” he warned, jamming the gun harder against her temple, her hiccupping sobs making lust shoot through him.
It’d be so easy to take her, to give her a good, hard fuck, one that’d drain his balls and maybe, soothe his mind. Before his engagement to Jana, he would have. But the ring he slid on her finger meant something. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t who he ultimately wanted. Moreover, taking Tabitha so violently would make him no better than Skylar, and he refused to be anything like that fuckhead.
“Don’t—”
“I told you to shut the fuck up,” he growled, pulling the trigger.
She screamed, and he envisioned what it would be like if the gun was loaded, if a bullet made her head explode, painting his office with blood and brain.
He almost came at the thought.
His nose wrinkled at the smell of urine. The bitch pissed herself.
“Weak cunt,” he snarled, annoyed that he’d have to clean that mess. “The gun wasn’t loaded, dumbass.”
“I-I’m sorry,” she said around sobs, shaking like a leaf. “I-I thought—”
“That you got what you deserved. That I shut you up for good? That I got pay back for you talking about my family so callously?”
His mother wasn’t what Tabitha said. She hadn’t deserted him because of him. Diesel believed Skylar’s account. It was the only thing that made sense, knowing how much she’d loved him.
“You’re right, by the way. I am a crybaby sad sack. Luckily for you and the rest of the world, I still don’t give a fuck.”
Instead of saying something, she sobbed into the wood. The sound annoyed him. He undid his belt, looping it through his pants again.
“Next time I pull a gun on you, it’ll be loaded,” he warned. “If you like living, leave my office.”
This time, she listened. Pulling up her panties, she hightailed it out of there, leaving him to stew in his misery, lust, and rage alone.
Less than thirty minutes later, Axel walked into Diesel’s office, and halted at seeing Diesel sitting on his sofa, staring into space, but then he slammed the door shut, dropped his bookbag near the door and hopped forward. He even pretended his little hands were paws as he sprang like a fucking bunny.
“I’m bored,” he announced, the moment he landed next to the sofa.
Diesel rubbed his forehead, then scraped his fingers through his hair. “You just left school, Ax. How can you be bored already?”
“I’m a man that needs constant activity, Diesel. It isn’t my fault you need nap time between doing stuff.”
“What are you doing here?”
Axel frowned at his harsh tone but didn’t comment. “I missed you.”
“You’ll see me at home.”
“You don’t want me here?”
Axel’s hurt tone made Diesel feel like a fuckhead.
“I’m sorry, Ax. I’ve just had a bad day. I wish Aunt Meggie was home.”
Axel plopped next to Diesel and patted his back. “Then you’ve learned your fucking lesson.”
Although Diesel’s scowl was meant to intimidate Axel, the kid glared and flipped him off.
“Can we do something…Oh, wait.” Axel raced to his bookbag and got his phone from one of the front pockets, then he skipped back to Diesel. “I got a new song for Dad and Reb.”
“Okay.” Diesel tried to sound enthusiastic. “Let’s hear it.”
