Mortician looked at Nardo.
“You can chop Dead Ned into as many fuckin’ pieces as you wanna. I ain’t gonna rush you but go talk to my boy for me.”
“Okay, Prez.”
“Go with him, Grant,” Christopher said. “After Mort talk to CJ, drink a few beers with him.”
Christopher waited a couple of minutes after Mort and Grant left before he snatched Devon and shook the fuck out of him. “You fuckin’ knew, ain’t you, motherfucker?”
“Outlaw, what…?” Val’s voice trailed off, and he staggered back, staring at Devon. “About the girls?”
Christopher nodded. “We understand why Ryan supposedly ain’t opened his fuckin’ mouth. Why didn’tyou?”
“I’m sorry, Uncle Christopher!”
“That ain’t a fuckin’ answer, fuckhead. You and Ryan one fuckin’ comment away from Mort findin’ out and you endin’ up like this dead fuckhead.”
He pointed to the headless corpse on the table, but Devon refused to look. Christopher considered making him pick up the head, but he felt so fucking sorry for Val. The motherfucker was devastated.
Devon looked at Ryan, who sat in the chair with his head bowed. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, Christopher lifted Devon off his feet and shook the fuck out of him again, hoping to rattle his goddamn brain.
“I’m sorry,” Devon cried.
Christopher dangled him. “You can say that for a thousand fuckin’ years and it ain’t undoin’ what the fuck Ryan did andyouaided and abetted. It ain’t unfuckindoin’ what the fuck you did to my fuckin’ daughter.”
“I was trying to protect Ryan,” Devon continued. “He was so upset.”
“That motherfucker shoulda been upset,” Christopher roared. “Hethe fuckhead that caused all the shit. He shoulda been unable to eat. Unable to sleep. Unable to do fuck all until he took balls in hand and said what the fuck he did.”
“He’s my brother, Uncle Christopher.”
“Rebelmyfuckin’ daughter,” he repeated, since that motherfucker had the nerve to say he fucked over the girls because Ryan was his brother.
Before he choked the fuck out of him, he dropped that fuckhead. He landed on his side and bowed his head, his shoulders shaking.
Christopher shoved him out of the pathway, then crooked his finger at Rory. “C’mere, fuckhead.”
“Uncle Christopher–”
“Shut the fuck up, Rory. Pretendin’ loyalty to CJ, while turnin’ a blind fuckin’ eye to what Ryan was doin’ to Harley and Rebel, the two girls my boy love the most. What the fuck wasyourfuckin’ excuse? Never fuckin’ mind.Johnnie.You went to that motherfucker for help like Ryan did. When he fuckin’ turned you down, you stabbed CJ in the back, chose your old man over my son and kept your fuckin’ mouth shut.”
Rory burst into tears. All this lil’ motherfucker did was fuckin’cry. Just like Johnnie. Like fuckhead, like son.
“I’m sorry, Uncle Christopher,” Rory said around sniffles. “I begged Dad to help.”
“You wasted your fuckin’ breath. Which you had to know he fuckin’ wouldn’t do fuck all. He ain’t interested in fuckin’ helpin’. He tore up a motherfuckin’ letter that could’ve fuckin’ helped solve all the Bash shit. Neither of you motherfuckers cared about Harley and Rebel. It wasn’t Mattie, so it wasn’t your fuckin’ problem. It especially wasn’t Johnnie’s. You just ain’t realized Mattie was involved, too. You never fuckin’ thought that you might almost lose her cuz of Johnnie’s fuckery.”
“No!” Rory cried. “I would never have forgiven myself if she’d been killed.”
“Good, cuz we wouldna forgave you either,” Christopher spat, thinking of Kendall and all she was willing to sacrifice just so she’d be there for Rory. “You betrayed your sister and your ma, assfuck. You should be fuckin’ ashamed of what the fuck you did.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Before I threw Bernie into the crematorium, he told me something very interesting,” Diesel said, over the argument because that’s what the fuck he did. He moved on since he didn’t think he had anybody to help him cope. “The videos were shown at the fucking Scorpion’s clubhouse until Bash found out and shot the fucking monitors.”
“I didn’t know they were showing any of the girls in that fucking clubhouse,” Rory said tearfully.
Val paled. “Who did they show?”
