Diesel nodded. “Enjoy your shower,” he said, and stood. “I think I might do the same after I talk to Jana.”
“She probably needs to talk to you.”
With a small smile, Diesel walked out of the garden.
Back in his room, CJ promised himself he’d visit Molly and Jo tomorrow. For now, he’d shower, then call Harley and Mattie. Or Mattie and Harley. It depended on if he wanted the friendliness of his cousin before or after. Of course, Harley might not even answer.
After taking off his boots, he went to his bathroom, wishing Diesel hadn’t lost his fucking mind earlier and interrupted CJ’s plans.
Turning on the shower and stepping in, CJ allowed the warm water to wash away the fuckery of the day. He was certain tomorrow would bring more than its fair share, so why dwell onthe past? He didn’t linger in the shower. Instead of waiting on Mom, he’d seek her out and see if she needed help with dinner.
He swiped the towel through his hair a couple of times, then wrapped it around his waist, heading to his closet for a pair of sweats.
His closet was nowhere near the size of Mom’s or Reb’s, but it was a decent size with enough room to walk in. He flipped on the overhead light and went to one of his built-in drawers for underwear. The moment he opened it, he saw the splotches of oil on his underwear, the T-shirts he used under his uniforms, his socks, and some of his clothes on the racks.
Axel’s warning ran through his mind, and CJ growled. He snatched gray sweats and pulled them on, not worrying about a shirt, socks, or even fucking underwear. He was going to dangle that little motherfucker from the roof.
Walking into his bedroom, Ransom and Ryder struck without warning, delivering a flurry of punches and kicks. CJ couldn’t even get a lick in to keep his head protected. The moment they let up, he darted under his fucking bed and yanked his comforter further down to hide from view.
“You little assholes, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’ll take it from here, men,” Axel said, then called, “Come from under the bed, CJ.”
“Fuck you, you miserable little fuckhead.”
“We can drag you out, C.,” Ryder said calmly as if he hadn’t just fucking snuck attacked him.
“Is this what the fuck you used to do Rebel?” CJ asked.
“Yeah, why?” Ransom asked as if he were truly confused.
CJ slid the comforter aside and yelped when he met Axel’s green eyes. That bastard poked CJ’s nose.
“Don’t make Mom leave, fuck breath. This is a fucking warning.” Scrambling back, he offered CJ his hand. “I’ve called my men off. You’re safe.”
Not trusting the little motherfucker, CJ ignored Axel’s offering. “You have the fucking problem with me. Why the fuck did you have them attack?”
“I had an arrested development with Diesel,” Axel said.
“Unexpected?”
“Yeah, that. I heard arrested though.”
“Then you fuckingheardwrong,” CJ grouched.
“Anyway,” Axel huffed, withdrawing his hand and laying on his stomach again so he could look at CJ, “Jana is in Diesel’s room now. My men and me already planned our strategy for a double attack. I couldn’t disappoint them.”
“You fucked up my clothes with what?”
“Baby oil,” he said without apology. “So do you promise to stop acting like a stupid motherfucker?”
CJ pounded the floor. “How the fuck have I been stupid?”
Without warning, a light flashed in front of his eyes. A moment later, Axel slid Ransom’s phone to CJ.
“You’re hiding under a fucking bed,” Axel said. “Do you look fucking smart?”
CJ growled again. In response, Axel pinched CJ’s nose.
