“According to Burned Bernie, Harley, Rebel, and Mattie,” Diesel said.
“Did you fucking know about that, Ryan?” Val snarled, then looked at Devon with the same disgust.
Yeah, those motherfuckers knew. Christopher saw the shame in Ryan’s eyes and the guilt in Devon’s.
Diesel looked at Christopher, silently asking permission to embellish.
“Ryan didn’t know, Val,” Diesel said at Christopher’s slight nod. “Bernie said the Barts told Ryan they wanted the videos for their viewing…pleasure.”
Val covered his face, not seeing Ryan, Devon, and Rory flinch.
“Take it easy, uncle,” Diesel drawled. “Your sons aren’t sniveling little fuckheads that committed fucking crimes all in the name of Molly. And, Rory, your nephew, isn’t a miserable Johnnie Jr., who didn’t give a fuck about his cousins and didn’t have the fucking intelligence to know his sister was probably involved as well. They’d remember their mothers and how devastated those fine women would be.”
The more Diesel spoke, the more pathetic the boys looked.
Watching Val accept Diesel’s words and ignore how upset the boys were, told Christopher that Val didn’t want to accept the truth, but deep down he had to have known.
Christopher nodded to the door. “Get the fuck to your fuckin’ house, Rory.”
“Please don’t tell Mom what I knew, Uncle Christopher.”
“I ain’t,” Christopher snapped. He wanted to make that motherfucker suffer and stew in misery, but Rorywasturning into Johnnie. The kid would confess to Kendall out of guiltand fucking brainlessness if Christopher didn’t ease his fucking mind. “Now, fuckin’go.”
Rory rushed out, still in fucking tears.
“Take Ryan and Devon home, Val. Get some rest. Ima visit Easton in a few hours, then we gotta set up for Diesel’s barbeque.”
“Okay, Outlaw,” Val croaked and started by, still as pale as a ghost and as stiff as a zombie.
Inserting himself in Val’s path, Christopher gripped his shoulders. “My job figurin’ out what’s best for everyfuckinbody. Your job takin’ care of my sister and your sons. I already fuckin’ told you what they did. My daughter involved, too. You don’t think I wouldn’t like to find a fuckin’ way to stomp those motherfuckers, then let Diesel throw them in the crematorium, conscious but unable to fuckin’ move?” He wanted to snap a photo of Ryan and Devon’s terror. “But if I lock Ryan in a fuckin’ shed and tie him on a bed overnight with pieces of dismembered motherfuckers surroundin’ him, he deserve every motherfuckin’ minute for what the fuck he did to those girls.” He released Val’s shoulders, grinning when Ryan pissed himself. “I ain’t figured out what the fuck Devon’s weakness is. His punishment comin’.”
Devon turned to Ryan and hugged him, not caring he’d just wet his pants and stood in a fucking puddle.
“Thanks, Prez,” Val said quietly, then walked out, leaving those two fuckheads.
Christopher lifted a brow. They almost tripped over their fucking feet, running away.
“Let’s have a little fun with Aunt Mary while we finish choppin’ this fuckhead,” Christopher suggested to Diesel. This would be the perfect time to talk to him about what happened in Brookings.
“Yes, sir,” he responded, and pulled a baggie out of his pocket, while Christopher walked to the cabinet for one of the power saws.
Saturday, March 30th
Every time his hospital room door opened, Easton expected Cleaner to walk in and finish him off, so when that fuckheaddidsaunter in, Easton was relieved the suspense was finally over. Cleaner could fucking kill him and get it over with.
Instead, the asshole sat in the chair in Easton’s room and smirked. Before Easton told him to either fucking kill him or get the fuck out, Bash walked in.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Easton said, too shocked to ask anything else.
“Good to see you too, boy,” Bash said dryly.
“I don’t mean that, Bash,” Easton said. “This is Dweller territory. They will shoot the fuck out of you.”
Cleaner clasped his hands in front of him. “Tried to tell him that Outlaw’s invitation was probably a set-up.”
Bash tsked and shook his head at Cleaner. “Ye of little faith, fuckhead.”
“I’m just looking out for you, Bash,” Cleaner said.
