Page 209 of Ruptured
“You got nothing to say for yourself, Dad?” Axel demanded.
“No, boy.”
Ryder and Ransom remained silent, but he felt the weight of their judgment, too. Out of sight but not out of mind.
“I’m sorry,” he said finally, scrubbing a hand over his face.
“Tell it to Mom,” Axel called from outside the door.
CJ smirked at him. “He can’t right now.”
“Oh, right. The Blonde Viper—”
“Nope, the queen,” CJ said. “She will execute him.”
“We can lend her some of our bomb making supplies,” Axel volunteered.
Alarm raced through Christopher. Judging by CJ and Diesel’s faces, they shared the sentiment.
“What bomb making supplies, Ax?” Diesel said, raising his voice as motherfuckers tended to do when they were speaking to someone out of sight.
“So far we’re just stockpiling Hogzilla’s shit,” Ryder explained. “Also handy if we need another shit trap.”
A fucking disaster waiting to happen. Christopher’s only consolation was he’d beat their asses and made them clean that shit up. He doubted they’d ever repeat that scheme. It had backfired in the worse way possible. Except ifhe’dbeen doused. Then, those little motherfuckers would’ve still been locked in their fucking rooms.
“Mom’s feelings were too hurt. If Reb wants to execute you, we have to help her avenge Mom,” Ransom said woefully. “Mom held me really tight and cried so hard, I almost started crying. And I didn’t mean to tell her about Nyx.”
“I know, boy,” Christopher said quietly. “I’ll be up in a few minutes to talk to you.”
Once the Triplets left, CJ, Diesel, and Christopher drank in silence, until CJ finished his beer and stood.
“I’m tired, Dad. I’m going upstairs.”
Christopher felt lower than shit. He didn’t know where the fuck he’d sleep tonight. Megan had probably gathered supplies to stay in the room for the next two weeks and barricaded herself in.
“Blow the building up or just kill every motherfucker involved, Uncle Chris?” Diesel asked calmly, a couple minutes after CJ left.
“Fuck up Meeks,” Christopher instructed, referring to the director of the treatment center Rule had been transferred to.
“The Special or…?”
“I need you back here as soon as possible, so just toss that motherfucker out a window. The higher, the better.”
Diesel nodded.
“We gotta get the other patients out,” Christopher said. “It was supposed to be low occupancy cuz I didn’t want Rule overwhelmed by a bunch of motherfuckers.”
“Any ideas on how to empty the building?”
“Code violations,” Christopher said.
“Yes, sir.”
“Find out who the fuck was on duty. Who knew what the fuck was goin’ on. Then get them there for a meetin’.”
“Burn them or blow them up?”
“Settin’ fire give them a chance to escape.” Annoyance surged into Christopher. “Motherfuckin’ Cash…” His bomb tech. Motherfucker wouldn’t help him because he’d deem it personal. “You not familiar with explosives. If you don’t do it right, you can get injured, killed, or caught.”
