Page 110 of Remiss
She glowered at Axel.
Scowling, he folded his arms. “You and CJ are stupid alike,” he said, annoyed. “How fucking old are you?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Cuz you stay mad at Diesel over other girls. He’s an old, ancient motherfucker. He can’t be with you right now, Reb, so it shouldn’t matter.”
“It most certainly does! Especiallywhoit was,” she snapped, wondering if he even understood the inferences.
Being withsomeone to Axel most likely didn’t include sex, which was what Rebel couldn’t get over. Gypsy should’ve been off-limits. Torie shouldn’t have even been a consideration.
“You want him to put his cock in you, right?”
“Uh, what?” Rebel asked weakly.
Rolling his eyes, Axel snatched a cookie and took a big bite, unconcerned about the crumbs falling everywhere.
“Do you also want him to fucking die?” he asked around another bite when he hadn’t fully swallowed the first bit. “‘Cause Dad will fuck him up, Reb. And why do you have that umo motherfucker there, hurting my fucking ears with his stupid poetry if you’re so fucking miserable over Diesel?”
“Emo. And I like Kaia. I’m his Chi. He’s my Huahua.”
Narrowing his eyes, Axel moved his lips, then began to spell. “C-h-i-h-u-a-h-u-a. Isn’t that a dog? And why do you pronounce it wow-wah? That spells chiwhoahooah.”
“I’m not in the mood to teach you spelling and grammar,” Rebel said crossly.
“Then stop being in the mood to correct every fucking thing I say. When a man asks an honest question, he deserves an honest answer.”
“You were mispronouncing it,” she chirped.
Axel snatched another cookie and chomped. “See? That wasn’t hard. Anyway, why would you want that stupid motherfucker to call you half of a dog?”
“We’re two halves of a whole.”
“Find a better whole.” He shoved the rest of the cookie into his mouth and opened one of the pints of ice cream, revealing obvious finger pokes. He licked the top. “How about you’re the he to his art?”
“Heart?” She wrinkled her nose. “That’s corny.”
He repeated the motions with the second pint of ice cream. “The sweet to his heart?”
“Sweetheart? Basic. And still corny.”
He stuck his face into the pint. When he lifted his head, ice cream covered his nose and mouth. “The flo to his wer?”
“Yuck. Gross. Aunt Flo.”
“What’s that?”
“Never mind,” she mumbled, her cheeks flaming.
“Blos to som?”
“Ridiculous.”
“Jas to mine?”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“And chi to huahua does? Oh brother.” Axel dipped into the container again and lifted his head a moment later, his mouth filled with ice cream. He thought for a moment and said, “Valen to tine?”
