“I’m not. I’m protecting Rebel—”
“As you fuckin’ should, but you been fuckin’ with Diesel for fuckin’ months. If it was only for Rebel, that’s fuckin’ fine.Howfuckinever, that motherfuckin’ treehouse ain’t got a fuckin’ thing to do with Rebelandthere ain’t no motherfuckin’ reason for you to have fuckin’ told him he ain’t a Caldwell when you fuckin’ know that ain’t the fuckin’ truth. You actin’ like a fuckin’ jealous assfuck.”
And, because of that, Christopher had to fix his fucking mouth to pretend he’d be fine with a relationship between Diesel and Rebel. He also had to put CJ in his place in front of motherfuckers like Ryan and Devon. And Rory, Johnnie’s biggest defender, who was CJ’s biggest hater.
In other fucking words, a clusterfuck of epic proportions.
Growling, Christopher snatched the machete and lobbed Nardo’s fucking head off in a clean strike. The motherfucker rolled to the floor and Ryan squeaked, staggered and slid to the floor, landing on top of Dead Ned.
Val started toward Ryan.
“Leave that motherfucker right where he fuckin’ at, Val,” Christopher snarled, throwing the machete aside and stepping over Nardo’s head. Because his heart wasn’t pumping, blood didn’t spray everyfuckingwhere.
“I can’t fucking believe you’re calling me jealous, Dad,” CJ said bitterly while Val wrestled with whether to ignore Christopher’s edict.
He ignoredthatmotherfucker to focus onthismotherfucker. “And I can’t fuckin’ believeyoufuckin’ whinin’ like a cunt over a motherfuckin’ treehouse, CJ. Atreefuckinhouse.”
“Mytreehouse that I’ve had since I was three or four. The one Mom’s tearing down for Diesel and then rebuilding it.”
“Fuck that motherfucker. She tearin’ it down and if that motherfucker rebuilt, Ima blow it the fuck up. Megan’ll just build Diesel a motherfuckin’ house somewhere on the grounds.”
“Mom could’ve done that in the first place, instead of targeting my fucking treehouse. But you know why she didn’t, Dad? Because I’m not her potato anymore.”
“You might not be her fuckin’ potato but youarea mopey bitch. Your ma don’t have to answer to you, boy. No, fuck that. You know fuckin’ what? Go tellherwhat you said to Diesel and how the fuck you cryin’ over a motherfuckin’ treehouse. Let me fuckin’ know what the fuck she say.”
“That she fucking loves me and will always see me as her potato.”
“You callin’ your ma a fuckin’ liar?”
CJ’s eyes widened and a little fucking sense seeped back into his fucking head. “Of course not!”
“You must be if you ain’t believin’ her.”
“Mom doesn’t lie!”
“Then you callin’ her a motherfuckin’ cunt on the down low.”
“I am not!”
“You doin’ one or the fuckin’ other. Repeatin’ her words cuz you don’t believe them or mockin’ her because you don’t think that high of her.”
“You’re putting words in my mouth. I love Mom. I’m just telling you what she tells me, then shows me something different.”
“Motherfucker, Megan don’t have to show you a motherfuckin’ thing. She don’t even have to talk to you if she don’t want to.”
“What aren’t you getting, Dad? Although I couldn’t understand why she’d want to build Diesel a whole fucking house, at least she wouldn’t give himmyfucking treehouse.”
“It sounds like you don’t think he deserve a fuckin’ thing, CJ.”
“That’s not fair. Diesel gets whatever I get. No, he gets more than me.Idon’t have a fuckin’ car or a bike or a condo.”
“You ain’t old enough to have none of that,” Christopher snapped. “You want to fuckin’ measure your ma’s love by fuckin’ materialistic shit? Let’s start with the fuckin’ obvious. After our bedroom, you got the next biggest.”
“That would be Rebel.”
“Just recently,” Christopher said.
“Outlaw, Ryan stirring,” Val interjected in worried tones. “If he realize he fainted on a dead motherfucker, he might have nightmares forever.”
