Page 157 of Ruptured
“Ain’t no fuckin’ skin off my nuts. I don’t give a fuck what the fuck insult you. You doin’ something because you can’t still think you wanna save the fuckin’ day without me.”
Black fury darkened Johnnie’s face. “You’re a fuckhead. You act as if I’m a piece of shit. A newbie. Like I don’t have the brains or the balls to face off with Bash.”
“You don’t, so fuck you.”
“Get the fuck out.”
Johnnie struggled to a sitting position. Whatever Mort had given him, so he’d sleep through Church hadn’t quite worn off. Christopher bet that motherfucker would be wide the fuck awake very fucking soon.
“I forgot you don’t understand intelligent English, so let me say it inyourlanguage. Git your fuckin’ ass the fuck out of this motherfucker.”
Christopher wasalmostimpressed. “I don’t saygitand you too fuckin’ preppy to even try and sound like me.”
“Get out, Christopher. You annoy me.”
“Then we even cuz you annoy the fuck out of me. Ain’t no motherfuckin’ reason for you to be so fuckin’ stupid. Ain’t no fuckin’ reason motherfuckers got to repeat the same shit over and fuckin’ over cuz you ain’t got a bit of fuckin’ common sense or loyalty.”
“Fuck you. I have more loyalty than you give me credit for.”
“In your fuckin’ dreams. I give credit where the fuck credit due and the motherfuckerain’tdue you.”
“Answer this,” Johnnie sneered. “If, in all your supposed genius, I don’t have loyalty or common sense, what the fuck am I?”
“If you ain’t fuckin’ figured that shit out, you never fuckin’ will.”
“Or, maybe, you’re jealous of me. You know you don’t hold a candle to me. You’ve always wanted to be me. Grandda once said you kept me around to be your lackey. He was right. I should’ve listened to him.”
“Motherfucker, the day I wanna be you is the day I fuck myself up. You don’t know your fuckin’ asshole from your fuckin’ dickhole. If your cock never pointed to pussy, you wouldna known how the fuck to find it on your fuckin’ ownorwhat the fuck to do with it if you did find it. You got a fuckin superiority complex a mile fuckin’ long. You a fuckin’ dumb, stupid, blind, bitter, arrogant, pretentious, witless, fucked-up, mean, pussy-face fuckbag.”
“You didn’t shoot me for anything else but what I told you the other night when you were flirting with my wife.”
“I wasn’t flirtin’ with your bitch,” Christopher snapped, not denying the other charge. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You.”
Rory opened the door and peeped in.
“What are you doing here, son?” Johnnie asked in surprise. He glanced at the clock. It was close to 9PM.
“Uncle Christopher called me.” Rory walked into the room and closed the door behind him. “He said to meet him here.”
“Next time, call me.I’myour father. He had no right to summon you.”
Christopher wouldn’t get into that debate either. He got to his feet and pointed to the chair. “Sit, Rory.”
“Don’t you dare listen to him!” Johnnie snarled.
Hesitation crossed Rory’s face. “This club business, so sit the fuck down. My word trumps your old man’s.You, Johnnie, shut the fuck up.”
Once Rory complied, he glanced uneasily at Christopher, hispulse pounding in his neck.
Unholstering his .44 Magnum, Christopher shoved it against Rory’s temple. The kid burst into tears.
Ignoring his nephew, Christopher met Johnnie’s gaze.
“What the fuck that motherfuckin’ letter said, Johnnie?”
“What…? Uh, what…?” Johnnie lost his color. “What letter?”
