Axel considered that. “What was the date of the email, counsellor?”
“Objection,” Diesel said. “Dates were not entered into the exhibit. It’s a long-standing email.”
“Overruled,” Axel said. “That was before she left Dad. She got a new attitude and she lets Dad kill motherfuckers. Evidence that the old email don’t count no more.”
“Is there anything to prove her email has been invalidated?”
“In-val-i-d,” Axel mumbled, pacing. “Invalid. Invalidated.” He looked at CJ. “Worthless?”
“Kind of, big head. Invalidated means null and void.”
“Cancelled, Ax,” Ryder said.
Axel scowled. “You know Mom didn’t send no motherfucker that, Diesel.”
“Present your closing arguments, Ax,” Diesel said instead of telling the little motherfucker he’d just lost the fucking case by blurting that.
“Who’s the jury?”
“Us, Ax,” Ryder said, indicating himself, Ransom, and CJ.
“You motherfuckers always make me lose. Except CJ.”
Ransom rolled his eyes. “You can’t toughen up by us being soft on you.Wehave to make you lose, so you figure out how to win.”
“Fine,” Axel huffed. “But I have a stacked jury. My case is hopeless.”
It still amazed Christopher the words Axel knew when he discussed anything regarding the law.
“Come here, Ax,” Grant Harrington said, waving him over. “Let’s confer.”
His eyes lighting up, Axel skipped to where Grant still stood between the pool tables. Ryan, Rory, and Devon sat on one. The moment Axel arrived, Grant crouched down and whispered to him.
“Say it again, Big G.” Axel pressed his ear closer to Grant. “Louder, though. I couldn’t hear you.”
Dutifully, Grant repeated whatever he’d said.
“Thanks, Grant.” Axel sped back to where Knox sat at the bar, still waiting for his drink. “Gentlemen, Knox Harrington is guilty of taking Megan Caldwell for granted. He never called her and asked if her email was different—”
“The contents of,” Grant said.
“He never called her and asked her if the contents of the email was different,” Axel amended, then gave Grant the thumbs up sign. “He just presumed…ass out of u and me,” he said, mumbling again. “Assumed…ass…u…me…add a ‘d’ for going backwards. Yeah, assumed. He just assumed that what she said still stood. He didn’t think about how much she’d cried sinceJo got out of her or nothing. All he thought about was what he wanted. Not if she was tired or even had the money to buy his stupid stuffs. I ask that you find him guilty so we can tie him to a tree and kneecap him.”
“Goddamn, little dude,” Mort said, shaking his head. “You a cold little motherfucker.”
Axel ignored him. “The defense prosecution rests.”
“You’ve already rested your case, Axel,” Diesel said. “That’s why we’re doing closing arguments.”
“Motherfucker, you’re confusing me,” Axel said. “On purpose ‘cause your client is guilty.”
“Let Diesel do his, little cuz,” Mark JB said. “Then we can go to the basement. I want to bowl.”
“This is my closing argument,” Diesel said. “I have none. The evidence speaks for itself.”
Christopher lifted a brow at Diesel just as Axel stormed to where he stood and kicked him.
“Ouch, you little fuckhead!” Diesel yelled. “What the fuck was that for?”
