Page 206 of Remiss
Cleaner smiled. “Bash?”
Fuckhead.
Bash bared his teeth. “Easton’s my kid. I expect no harm to come to him and I expect you to protect him as you’d protect me or that motherfucker.” He jabbed a thumb in Tio’s direction. “If my boy comes to any harm, your skull is joining the motherfuckers in the back. That goes for any of you fuckheads.”
“Even me, Dad?” Tio asked, sitting on Bash’s right.
“Stupid cunt.” Bash leaned over and hit Tio’s head, still bandaged and barely healed from the concussion he’d suffered. “You shut the fuck up. You’re lucky you squirted out my cock and met your Aunt Celia. I would’ve fucking buried you. If you don’t keep your fucking mouth shut, I might cut your fucking tongue.”
“ELIZA!” Wally, Jr. suddenly howled, scaring the fuck out of most of the motherfuckers. “I miss my bitch.ELIZA, ELIZA, ELIZA.”
“You want to join that bitch?” Bash snapped. “If you do, open your goddamn mouth again. If you don’t, shut the fuck up.”
Wally, Jr. face-planted on the table, his little body shuddering. Somehow, he managed to hold in his sobs.
“Dad,” Wally said, sniffling. “We got new video. It’ll cheer you up. It’s Mattie. You’ve never seen her.”
Mattie?
“Who—”
Before Bash got the question, Wally jumped up, aimed a remote at the monitor and pressed play.
Fuck. It. All.
It wasthatMattie. Johnnie’s daughter.Kendall’sdaughter. Underaged and naked and exposed.
Ryan, that little motherfucker.
“I like Rebel better,” Wally, Jr. sniffled.
Easton got to his feet, unable to stand this fucking illegal, perverted travesty. He should just shoot the fuck out of Molly, so he could put himself out of his own fucking misery.
“Sit down, Easton,” Bash ordered, standing and pulling his gun.
“Shoot me,” Easton responded, not giving a fuck.
Grinning like a madman, Bash aimed the gun at Easton’s head. Instead of shooting him, he turned and shot the monitor with those big ass bullets and high-powered semi-automatic pistol.
“I don’t want to fucking see Rebel or Harley around this motherfucker,” Bash announced, calmly returning to his seat as if that fucking monitor didn’t have its internal wiring exposed and wasn’t smoking. “And I especially don’t want to see Mattie. That’s Kendall’s daughter. Next time I see either one of those three cunts, I’m shooting the fuck out of you two motherfuckers, then summoning Ryan and shooting him.”
No one said a fucking thing. Easton was certain, the rest of the dinner would’ve passed in silence if Grover hadn’t led in an older blonde woman, sparkling with diamonds, and oozing condescension.
“Are you Mr. Bash?” she asked, looking directly at Bash.
“I don’t fuck old cunts, so leave.”
She blinked, walked closer, not taking the hint.
“You must be him. You look just like…” She gave a tight smile. “Outlaw,” she finished, although Easton doubted that’s what she really wanted to say. “You look like Outlaw.”
“Who the fuck’s asking and what the fuck do you want, cunt?” Bash demanded, not in a killing mood today. Otherwise, she would’ve been dead.
“I’m Charlotte Redding.”
She waswho?
“That fainting pussy’s bitch?” Cleaner asked, laughing.
