“Are you gettin’ fuckin’ married?”
CJ threw Diesel a dark look. “Ishe?”
“You fuckin’ know something I don’t?” Christopher demanded, looking at both his boys.
“Other than Mom throwing me over for Axel and now Diesel, Dad?”
“Grow the fuck up, CJ,” Diesel snapped. “You have every fucking thing in the world, especially Aunt Meggie’s love. You don’t even want me with a fucking treehouse that I happen to fucking enjoy to get the fuck away fromyou.”
“Don’t you mean Rebel, fuckhead? Because I know you did her something. She told you to fuckingdie. I’m so fucking sick of you and her.”
CJ wasn’t alone in that shit. Christopher was over it, but Megan tied his fucking hands.
“There is no fucking me and her,” Diesel snapped, a little fucking late in Christopher’s estimation.
“What did you do my sister?”
“You know what the fuck your problem is, CJ?” Diesel demanded, instead of answering CJ. Not that he had too. Like Megan pointed out, the motherfucker was older. He didn’t owe CJ anything except loyalty. “Everything belongs to you. You don’t wantyourfather,yourmother,yoursister,yourbrothers, or any ofyourfamily to treat me like I’m a Caldwell.”
“You’re not worthy to be a Caldwell if you can’t stay away frommylittle sister until I think you can be with her.”
Quite the low fucking blow, telling Diesel about his fucking worth. As for the other part? Yeah, CJ wasn’t Rebel’s father. It didn’t fucking matter how he fucking felt about Diesel and Rebel.
Tipping his head down to hide his reaction, Christopher leaned against the autopsy table and folded his arms. Nardo was starting to stiffen. Motherfuckers were shifting.
“I’m not worthy to be in a family that has Johnnie, Logan, and Cee Cee as members?”
Fuck, Christopher would be as outraged and appalled as Diesel. That was an insult of the highest fucking degree.
“Youespeciallyshouldn’t havemytreehouse,” CJ said, another question evading motherfucker.
“Fuck you, fuckhead. I don’t want it. Aunt Meggie can give it to you or let it tumble down.”
“You’re such a selfish asshole,” CJ spat.
“As opposed to an entitled one?” Diesel said.
Christopher pursed his lips and scratched his neck.
“You’re that more than I am!”
What had Megan said about self-awareness? It would go a long fucking way? Fuck yeah. That would help CJ a lot.
“One of the worst fuckheads in the goddamn world is a self-righteous one, little brother.Theworst is a clueless, self-righteous one.”
“I’m neither. What the fuck I amissick of you.”
Diesel flipped CJ off and started for the door. “Not as fucking sick I am ofyou,” he threw over his shoulder.
“Don’t walk out that fuckin’ door, Diesel,” Christopher said.
Diesel froze, anger wafting from him as he turned, clamped his jaw, and stared at the back wall.
All the times Big Joe stoppedwhateverto take Snake to task or get Christopher to heel after Rack fucked with him ran through Christopher’s mind. Sometimes, they’d have to stop preparing drug shipments because Snake and Christopher were fucking fighting. Other times, they’d have to hurry up and fuck up a fuckhead, then spend hours over the corpse as they cleared the air.
Stretch hadn’t been around back then, but Val and Mort had, which was why they looked so understanding. History was repeating itself, with different players, and a bigger meatshack.
Christopher straightened. “Now, CJ, apologize to your brother.”
