His nudity didn’t register until Rebel gasped and CJ clapped his hand over her eyes.
“Surrender, motherfucker!” Axel yelled and wielded that fucking belt again, hitting Diesel’s chest.
“Omigod!” Aunt Meggie cried as Diesel snatched Axel and the belt. “What happened?”
Diesel lifted Axel up by his arms.
“Axel, what the fuck you did Diesel?” Uncle Christopher demanded.
Normally, Diesel’s silent promise of murder was enough to frighten most motherfuckers. Axel glowered.
Scowling, Diesel sat Axel on his boot-clad feet.
“Behave—” Axel started.
BOOM!
An explosion from Diesel’s room interrupted him.
“You planted a fucking bomb in Diesel’s room?” Rebel cried, her own hands covering her eyes.
Gasping, Axel turned and ran. “Come on, men.”
“Axel, get back here!” Aunt Meggie growled.
“Gotta go, Mom,” Axel screamed over his shoulder. “Love you!”
Ryder and Ransom were hot on Axel’s heels.
“Get back here!” Aunt Meggie snarled, running behind them.
Uncle Christopher rushed forward, but Diesel shook his head, his entire fucking body stinging from the fucking belt and his battle with the floor.
“My room’s full of oil,” he said, an acrid scent tingling his nostrils.
“I got slip-resistant boots on, boy,” Uncle Christopher said, sighing. He was only in the room a couple of minutes before he walked out and handed Diesel a pair of sweats. “Cover your cock.”
Diesel promptly obeyed.
Resignation and anger blanketed Uncle Christopher’s face. “Sprinklers did their fuckin’ job this time. Otherwise, Axel’s bomb would’ve burned this motherfucker down.”
Standing in the foyer with Diesel, Dad, and some of the other guys , CJ still couldn’t believe Axel had actually planted a fucking bomb. Like a real, live bomb that went boom boom pow. The exploding kind. The damaging type.
A fuckingbomb.
A real-real boom boom pow, exploding, damaging motherfuckingBOMB!!!
How the fuck had he even built that motherfucker?
Two hours after that bomb detonated, CJ wasstillin fucking shock.
Mom hadn’t reappeared, so he didn’t know if she’d found that wretched little fuckhead and hung him up by his fucking fingers.
“Exactly what the fuck did you do to Axel that he planted a fucking bomb in your bathroom, Diesel?” Uncle Val didn’t have a fucking care in the world, smoking a cigarette with contentment, since it wasn’thisfucking house where a little bomb making cretin lived. “Didn’t think the kid would really make a fucking bomb.”
Exactly. Period. Amen. Everything.
Axel. Made. A. Fucking. BOMB!!! A bomb.
