Page 207 of Remiss
She drew herself up. “When Brooks is overwhelmed with threats of violence, his adrenaline spikes, so he loses consciousness.”
“Get the fuck up, Willard. You too, Wally. Take your old man with you.” Once they complied, Bash pointed to a seat. “What brings you here, Lottie?”
“I do not adhere to nicknames, Mr. Bash.”
“It’s Mr. Caldwell, and I don’t give a fuck.”
She sat at the end of the table, set her expensive handbag down, and smiled. “I just won’t answer you.”
“And I’ll just fucking kill you,” Bash snapped.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
Bash started to raise his gun, but Easton caught his hand. “Kendall adores this woman,” he whispered.
“Are you fucking with me to save this cunt?”
“I swear. Ask her to call Kendall.”
Bash yanked his hand away and set the gun in front of him. “Call Kendall.”
“What do you want to say to the child?”
“Nothing. I wantyouto talk to her. Your fucking life depends on it.”
“You’ll really kill me?” she squeaked, finally getting a fucking clue.
Easton shook his head. “Just call her.”
“I’m here to save my husband. Not involve Kendall. Besides, they can’t know I’m here. You’ll understand why when you hear what I have to say. My husband thinks I’m on a spa trip.”
Thinking fast, Easton pulled out his phone and dialed Rory’s number, putting it on speaker.
“Hold on,” the kid answered almost immediately, barely audible because of background noise. “What’s up, DeLuca?” he asked a minute later.
“A situation has arisen,” Easton said.
“You’re telling me. My dad is so fucking cooked. Uncle Christopher just shot five motherfuckers and was about to kill eight women. Jesus Christ.”
Bash paled and Easton scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Why’d he do that?” Bash pushed out.
Rory was silent for a moment, then he said, “Bash?”
“Why’d he…?” Bash looked at Cleaner and then Tio. “Is there a problem?”
“I don’t know,” Rory admitted quietly. “Outlaw is back. That’s usually a good thing, but Dad’s an idiot and he’s going to get himself fucking killed. And…and Aunt Celia came by again—”
“You call Celia ‘aunt’?” Bash breathed.
“Isn’t she?” Rory asked hesitantly.
“She is,” Bash said. “Just didn’t think she’d be afforded that respect.”
“We all call her aunt, Bash.”
“You don’t call me uncle.”
