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“Newsflash: that’s why that motherfucker died.”
“Now who’s the liar? You were jealous that Tabitha sucked his cock.”
“I’m not that much of a hypocrite.” At least not toward his wife. “I couldn’t give less of a fuck if she suckedyourcock.”
“The thought disgusts me.”
“Why?” Diesel pressed. “She’s good at it. I would think you’d want to sample her for yourself.”
“I’ve killed motherfuckers for less insult.”
“I’m shaking.”
Bash growled. “You aren’t afraid of me, are you?”
“Not in the fucking least,” Diesel admitted.
“I’m losing my touch.”
“Or, maybe, you’ve met your match.”
“Inyou?”
“InOutlaw. In his sons and what he’s taught us. To use our brain when it’s called for and our brawn when necessary. Big Joe’s philosophy, wasn’t it? We use whatever is at our disposal and fight until we can’t anymore. May the best motherfucker win. If that’s you, kudos. But never expect Outlaw, my brothers, or me to bow downorbeg, so fuck you.”
“You’re a fucking psycho, like those three little madmen.”
“The Triplets, I assume? They’re children.”
“They’re psychos!”
“If I’m a psycho and they’re a psycho, guess what that makes Outlaw?”
“Well,I’ma psycho too, cuz Daddy was one.”
“Are we really having this conversation?”
“You started it! And by the by…do you like that? I learned it from a novel I’m reading. A historical romance, set in Regency England.”
Diesel glowered at the wall.
“You’re no fun,” Bash sniffed. “By the by, Johnnie didn’t betray the club. He’s stupid but loyal. He just doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up because he’s a goddamn know-it-all. Worse motherfuckers alive. Too fucking smart to learn something new and take anyone’s advice. The downfall of countless civilizations aside from bitches.”
“You’re defending Johnnie?” Diesel asked, refusing to address anything else Bash said. Insanity and inebriation didn’t mix well. “Of course you don’t want to blow his cover.”
“I feel sorry for him sometimes.” Bash swallowed more of whatever. “Living in the world without a brain isn’t easy, especially when he has such a stunning wife. His problem, Dee Dee, is he wants to be Christopher.”
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“Do you?”
“I admire him, but I’m happy being myself.”
“Exactly. Admiration doesn’t equate to obsession. Unless you’re one John Peter Caldwell.”
“He’s Donovan.”
“Don’t give a fuck. He’s a Caldwell. Kendall should have the name Caldwell. It’s a powerful name that breeds powerful men. Donovan is okay but it can’t touch Caldwell.”
