Page 23 of Remiss
“I ain’t fuckin’ likin’ what that motherfucker demanded either, Diesel.” Christopher gulped his drink, enjoying the briefburn. “Maybe, you need to refuckinthink movin’ Jana in for right now.”
Eyes widening, Diesel straightened. “How will that make Jana feel?”
“Like you want her to stay the fuck alive,” Christopher snapped.
Diesel drained his glass and poured another one. “So, I have to break Jana’s heart and put my fucking life on hold because of a fuckhead?”
“For now,” Christopher said, and leaned closer. “We ain’t got the majority, boy. Johnnie, Cash, and their motherfuckers do. We gotta play this fuckin’ smart. Every motherfucker around know they fuckin’ with their lives by fuckin’ with Megan.Nofuckinbodyknow Jana. You disobeyin’ Bash will be seen the same way those fuckheads saw me wantin’ to protect Megan and expose those bleedin’ cunts to retaliation.” Starting with motherfucking Johnnie.
“I can’t fucking believe you’re saying this.”
“Yeah, I can’t either, boy, but that’s the fuckin’ reality. We gotta keep our fuckin’ power until we figure out how to take those motherfuckers down.”
Unhappiness marred Diesel’s face and he sipped his drink. “You’re really intending to get Aunt Meggie pregnant again?”
“What the fuck else can I fuckin’ do?” Christopher asked. “When I weigh all my fuckin’ options, a pregnancy safer until I get control of these fuckheads again and can take Bash out. If I do it now and don’t get every motherfuckin’ Scorpion out there, Ima be voted out. Half my fuckin’ power’ll be neutralized.”
Diesel snickered. “Only half?”
“Yeah,” Christopher said, joining his boy in laughter.
“Say I allow Jana to move in anyway?” Diesel pressed, turning serious again. “How the fuck will Bash know? Shine’s dead. He supposedly was the link between Bash and Tabitha.”
If Shinewasthe connection between those two, Christopher regretted his easy death. A little burning for a few seconds coupled with a flash of panic and it was over. He should’ve suffered for at least half a dayafterthey got the truth about Tabitha’s connection to Bash and Tio. It didn’t make sense for a motherfucker to risk his life and confront another motherfucker out of friendly concern.
“We need to contain this situation,” Christopher insisted. “Which it fuckin’ ain’t. At least let Kendall meet with him to see where his head at. Bash could be lying. But the assfuck could also be serious.”
“Uncle Christopher, Jana is expecting to start her life with meyesterday.”
“Yesterdayandtoday, you a married motherfucker, so that argument ain’t movin’ me.”
“I want her with me.”
“Ain’t givin’ a good fuck. Unless you plannin’ on holdin’ that bitch hostage, you shouldn’t risk her fuckin’ life cuz you a spoiled, entitled fuckhead.”
Diesel gasped. “That’s what you think of me?”
“Listen up, boy. Ain’t puttin’ up with youandCJ bein’ whiny fuckin’ bitches. You still sufferin’ cuz of the abandonment. I get that, but you adapted pretty fuckin’ quick to gettin’ whatever the fuck you wanted. Megan spoiled the fuck outta you, made you feel as if you could have whatever the fuck you wanted.If she couldn’t get it for you, she made sure my ass got it for you. You drive a motherfuckin’Maybach. Top of the line. Fully loaded. You want me to fuckin’ remind you how fuckin’ much your fuckin’ condo cost? Your fuckin’ clothes? Your watches? Your guns? Your motorcycle? Your education? Your vacations? Your expense accounts? Let’s fuckin’ forgetshit.Money. What about the emotions? You just got a couple rules. Mainly about Rebel.Anyfuckinthing else, except disrespectin’ Megan, we ain’t ever turnin’ our fuckin’ backs on you. You a role model to your brothers and some of the younger members. You an asset to me, the club, so fuck you. If you a spoiled, entitled fuckhead, own it. Don’t act like I ain’t earned the fuckin’ right to call you that, a whiny bitch,anda miserable cunt.”
Diesel lowered his lashes, misery written all over his face.
“You want Jana with you or you need her, son? You want her because your entire body come alive when you see her or you need her to act like a buffer between you and your fuckin’ demons?”
Glancing away, Diesel shrugged.
Christopher drained his glass, folded his arms, and leaned back in his seat. “I got a scenario for you,” he said, using the same approach he did when Diesel was a traumatized teenager, unable to get over his mother’s desertion.
“I’m listening, Uncle Christopher,” Diesel said softly.
“Suppose you wasn’t Rebel’s brother and didn’t watch her grow up?”
“Wh-what?”
“Suppose she was eighteen and she met youwherever?”
Interest flickered in Diesel’s eyes, an answer Christopher didn’t like, but one he’d ignore for now. “I don’t follow you.”
“You think I’d still fuckin’ gut you if you touched her?”
