“What?”
“I ain’t repeatin’ myself, boy.”
Instead of complying, CJ doubled down and shook his head. “He did something to Rebel, Dad.”
Christopher allowed CJ to get away with the insolence for now. Besides, Diesel needed him a little more than his boy. First, he needed the fucking details. “When?”
“Earlier. Before we left.”
“That fuckin’ mean he’d done something to her when you fuckin’ texted him.”
“I said why I texted him.”
Christopher glanced at Diesel, still not looking at anyone, so fucking angry and hurt. Reminding Christopher of all the times Big Joe ignored Snake in favor of him. Snake hadn’t had anyone who gave a fuck about him, except Rack, and he was a big-balled motherfucker.
“What you did to Rebel, Diesel?”
Diesel glanced away and opened his mouth.
“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me. What the fuck you did her?”
“Set her up.”
Christopher thought about that. “And she want you to fuckin’ die now?”
He nodded.
“Then you set her up usin’ Jana,” Christopher guessed.
Unlike most fuckheads who volunteered shit with just a little prodding, Diesel remained silent. As an attorney, he’d understand silence was a right and a viable option.
Keeping Megan’s words uppermost in his mind so he wouldn’t lose his fucking shit, Christopher growled low in his throat, unable tocompletelyignore his desire to castrate Diesel. “I ain’t wantin’allthe fuckin’ details cuz I might forget myself and fuck you up, then your ma would be madder than a motherfucker at me. But I got another fuckin’ question for you.”
“Yes, sir?”
“You ignored meandBash to move Jana here. Now, you keep her hidden and far the fuck away from you. Why the fuck youalwaysturn into a motherfucker the fuckin’minuteyou get what the fuck you want? You wanted Tabitha until you married that cunt. You wanted Jana until you fuckin’ moved her here. Even if I suddenly stopped seein’ you as Rebel’s brother, why the fuck would I give my blessin’ so you could fuckin’ decide to sabotage that relationship too?”
“I don’t want Rebel, Uncle Christopher.”
“And my fuckin’ ass just had fuckin’ dinner with Marvin the Martian. Fuck you.”
Diesel gritted his teeth.
“She ain’t always gonna be underaged.”
Not a motherfucking peep from Diesel.
“If she want you bad enough once she eighteen and she think Ima fuck you up if you touch her, then you two runnin’ away—”
“I would never—”
“Youwouldn’t fuckin’wantto. Rebel? She would, and she’d talk you into doin’ it. Cuz, see, you about to lose your fuckin’ mind this fuckin’ minute cuz she mad at you. If she called you and told you to bring her that bottle of champagne she stole from you the other day, you’d break into a motherfuckin’ liquor store to get it, if you had to.”
“I’mnottouchin’ Rebel, Uncle Christopher.”
“You was jealous over Kaia,” Christopher guessed.
“She’s too good for him. He doesn’t deserve her.”
