“Enter your fucking argument into evidence as Exhibit A for Dad?” Axel nodded. “Yes, I would. Then, I’d tell him I got recordings from Mom’s office ‘cause I do. I just haven’t had time to listen.” He glowered between them. “I was taking care of something.”
“Axel, if you showed Uncle Christopher either piece of evidence—”
“You and CJ are toast, so I suggest you shut the fuck up about my spy stuffs.”
“Iwould be fucked,” Diesel spat. “CJ would be fine.”
CJ refrained from mentioning the odds were against Diesel because of Rebel and not anything else.
“Don’t think so, D.,” Axel said. “I don’t know about earlier, but this argument integrates that CJ wants Mom to like you and Rebel together now.”
“Insinuates,” Diesel snapped, Axel’s words agitating him again.
“What does integrate mean again?” Axel asked.
“To mix or take part in,” CJ told him, his mind spinning because Axel was right.
Dad would be furious on several fronts with both CJ and Diesel. However… “You do know Mom and Dad spend time together in here sometimes, Axel?”
“I don’t care,” Axel said. “I need to keep him in line, too.”
Alarm raced across Diesel’s face. “Answer a question before I explain why having your listening devices in the rose garden is such a bad idea, Ax.”
“What?”
“Do you have anything in their bedroom?”
Axel scowled. “That’s gross. Mom and Dad do Mom and Dad stuffs in there. She gets a lot of babies, so I know he must put his cock in her. Dad says that’s how babies are made.”
CJ blushed to the tips of his fucking toes and for once, Diesel was fucking speechless.
“When I see all those beautiful chicks on those videos with all those dudes and knowingthat’show babies are made…?” Axel scowled. “I wish that motherfucker never told me ‘cause that’s what he does to Mom—”
“Fuck, Axel, enough!” Diesel barked. “Enough. We get the fucking point.”
“Too well as a matter of fact.” CJ didn’t know if he’d ever watch a fucking porn flick again. “Why did Dad even say that to you?”
“’Cause I wanted to fucking know how babies were made,” Axel said in exasperation. “I didn’t know why Mom got Gunner in her. She hadn’t gotten Jo yet.”
“Right.” As embarrassing as this conversation was, CJ had to forge ahead. If he didn’t, Axel would end up traumatized. It would serve the little monster right, but he didn’t want hismotherembarrassed. “You know what you see on those videos with those girls with those men?”
“Uh huh.”
CJ rocked on his feet. “So, uh—” He swallowed and glanced at Diesel for help.
“Uh, so, Ax,” Diesel started as nonplussed as CJ. “Aunt Meggie and Uncle Christopher…they might engage in what you see on those videos in other places beside their bedroom. This rose garden, for instance.”
Axel considered Diesel’s words, then his eyes rounded and he made an ‘O’ of his mouth. He ran to the bench Diesel had been sitting on and crawled under it. A moment later, he reappeared with a tiny microphone. He stuffed it in his pocket.
“Where else are they?” Diesel asked.
“The foyer. All along the staircases. Mom’s office. Dad’s office at the club. The hallways. Dad’s mancave. Dad’s table at the club. The kitchens—here and at the club. The gym. The natatorium. The den. The living room. The dining room. The media room. The game room. The basement. The library. The breezeway. The hallways.”
Diesel and CJ gaped at him.
“I got my stuffs last week and placed it before Mom got back. Dad don’t care what I get in the mail. Mom likes to know, but she wasn’t here. Imight’vetold her, but I make sure to get her stuffs so when my boxes comes, I can give them to her. Then, she don’t care what else I get ‘cause she thinks most of it belongs to her.”
“Axel,” Diesel gritted. “All the fucking arguing in the world will not get you off if you don’t fucking behave. Uncle Christopher will fucking execute you.”
