Page 95 of Ruptured
Johnnie glared at Bash.
He laughed like the fucking madman he’d shown himself to be and clapped Johnnie’s back so hard, he almost fell to the goddamn floor. “Just fucking with you, little brother. Relax. Christopher’s cunt is safe for now as long as I get my money.” He raised his hand. “Scout’s honor.” Grinning broadly, he held out his hand. “Let’s shake on it.”
“It’s really this easy?” Johnnie asked suspiciously, staring at Bash’s hand as if it was a snake about to strike.
“Of course. I’m a sadist, not a masochist.” He threw back his head and laughed again, then tried to tickle Johnnie, abandoning the handshake. “Just kidding. I’m neither.”
“C-can I ask you something?”
Bash’s bright gaze fell on Johnnie. “Ask away.”
“Are you high?”
“Moi?” He clapped a hand on his chest. “I’m just a happy motherfucker.” He stepped back and indicated Tabitha. “She isn’t really our niece, by the way. We’ve just been fucking with you.”
“But—” Johnnie’s brow pleated in confusion. “But, uh, I thought–”
“Bash!”
At the sound of footsteps, Johnnie jerked around and his eyes widened at the sight of Tom Harris, Molly’s father, striding into the room, like an overgrown peacock.
Nostrils flaring, Johnnie glanced in the direction Tom had come, but saw no one behind him. Still, he held onto hope and asked, “Is Molly here? Outside, maybe?”
“Nope,” Tom answered, extinguishing Johnnie’s hope.
“Is she dead?”
Tom shrugged. “Is she?”
“Tom—”
“Tom,” Bash called, interrupting Johnnie’s plea, and pointed to Celia. “Leave.”
“Bash—”
“Leave, C. I’m bored. Besides, I’ve made enough concessions to you for the day.”
Her lips thinned, Celia got to her feet and nodded to Tabitha. “Let’s leave them–”
“Youleave,” Bash said. “Tabitha stays. You don’t think I’ll let her bullshit go unpunished, do you?”
“Bash,” Celia started.
“Not fucking listening. You can’t save every cunt around, especially the cunts who’ve wronged me. Walk the fuck out or I’m locking you…” He waved his hand in the air. “Somewhereand making her pay for Tío and me losing my temper with you.”
“Asshole,” she hissed, threw him a putrid look, and stalked away.
She’s pissed,” Bash announced, snickering. After grabbing a beer from the refrigerator and still ignoring the wrecked kitchen, he waved Tom forward then nodded to Tabitha. “Fuck her.”
“What?” Johnnie cried.
“No!” Tabitha cried. “I don’t want to. What if Diesel finds out?”
“You’ve already sucked and fucked Shine, slut,” Bash said calmly. “If Diesel finds out, he’ll kill Tom, I suppose.”
“Or I’ll kill him,” Tom said, smiling. “I’ll enjoy hearing him scream, though not as much as I would if it was CJ.”
“Yeah, fuckhead, in your fucking dreams,” Bash grunted. “Now, fuck her or shut the fuck up and get the fuck out of my face.”
