Page 69 of Remiss
“Who the fuck told you about the meetin’? And what the fuck you wantmeto fuckin’ do? Cuz I fuckin’ know you ain’t standin’ here, askin’ me for fuckin’ informationorto spare his fuckin’ life when I get my fuckin’ hands on that motherfucker.”
The silence in the crowded clubhouse indicated how unnerved the motherfuckers were at Christopher’s unhinging, so Celia’s sniffle echoed in the stillness.
“Please. He’s our–”
Christopher growled.
“He’smybrother,” she amended. “Without Bash, I would’ve died. Daddy had kicked me out and…and Bash saved me and my kids. I can’t lose him.”
“Get the fuck out,” Christopher said. “I ain’t fallin’ for your boo-hooey bullshit. Bash as much a motherfucker as Cee Cee.”
“Not to me!”
“Well, he sure the fuck is to me. He killin’ motherfuckers. He fuckin’ with the girls. He sendin’ plants to fuckin’ spy. And from what I understand he wanna hurt my Megan. I ain’teverforgivin’ that, so turn your fuckin’ ass around and get the fuck gone. I ain’t trustin’ you as far as I can fuckin’ see you.”
The door opened and Diesel walked in, keys in hand. “Come on, CJ. Let’s get something to eat.” He glanced at Christopher. “Do you want anything, Uncle Chris?”
“A burger with triple patties, American cheese, barbeque sauce, onions, and pickles with a large side of chili fries and two pieces of chocolate cake.” He hadn’t eaten anything all fucking day. “You can bring me some chocolate chip cookies, too.”
“Coming up,” Diesel promised, nodding to CJ.
“Can we come, Diesel?” Ryder called as CJ headed to where Diesel stood.
“Sure.”
“Can we eat in the restaurant because–”
“You’re Diesel?” Celia asked, giving the motherfucker the once over.
“Who the fuck’s asking?”
Wringing her hands, she threw Christopher a nervous glance and licked her lips. “Celia Caldwell.”
Christopher glowered at her, his gut telling him she was telling the truth and her visit was a last minute attempt to save Bash.
Licking her lips, she gazed at Diesel through her lashes, her cheeks flushing.
“Dad?” Lou called, walking into the club and carrying a covered pan, followed by Mark JB, Ephraim, and Kaleb each with a dish. “Can you help Mom? We cooked a lot of stuff because Lolly called and said Aunt Zoann was worried about Uncle Val. Mom figured everyone needed to eat.”
The scent of barbeque hit Christopher’s nostrils and his mouth watered so fucking much, he thought he might start drooling.
Ribs, chicken, sausage, baked macaroni, green beans, rolls, and a big salad with two apple pies. Neither Bailey or the boys stayed once they laid out the food. As a matter of fact, she barely acknowledged any of them, which was fine. Mort seemed happier than he had in days because his wife was involving herself in the club.
“I-I can serve,” Celia offered.
Snatching a sausage, Christopher considered, smacking his lips in pleasure and sucking the barbeque sauce from his fingers.
“What’ll Bash do you if he find out?”
“Nothing,” she said. “He loves me.”
“How long you here for?”
She dropped her gaze and shrugged.
Christopher didn’t like her non-answer. “CJ, Rory, Devon, bring everything to the small kitchen. Get plates and shit for Celia. Watch her.”
“Okay, Dad,” CJ said, stopping long enough to steal a chicken leg. “Follow me,” he told Celia as he breezed by.
