Axel shook his head. “I don’tgotto do nothing. I gave this motherfucker until the start of next school term to prove he can be Prez.Helikes rules. I don’t, so I don’t got a long list ifI’mPrez.”
“Let’s hear the fucking creeds, Axel,” CJ ordered, irritated.
“Thanks, C!” He jumped to his feet. “My creed goes like this. My club, my rules. Respect me or die. Steal from the club, get your fucking hands cut off—”
Bishop and Diesel’s arrival interrupted Axel. Diesel’s stormy gray eyes hinted at trouble. CJ bet it had to do with Rebel and Kaia, but he wasn’t about to open that can of fucking worms, so he waited until Bishop and Diesel got beers from the refrigerator and found seats before he nodded to Axel to continue.
He stared at CJ. “Disrespectmy mom, get your fucking head cut off. The end.”
Scowling, CJ couldn’t help but feel as if Axel was making a jab at him. However, he wouldn’t allow that little monster to bait him anymore, so he said nothing. Besides, his posse would jump in to defend him. Even Diesel would side with Axel.
“Tell CJ your road name, Ax,” Ransom said, grinning.
“Sweet Pea,” Axel declared.
Ryan laughed. “Aunt Meggie’s nickname for you?”
“Uh huh,” Axel chirped. “I decided since I don’t care what other motherfuckers think about what she calls me, I can use it good.”
“Put it to good use,” Diesel told him.
“I’m going to be Pumpkin,” Ryder said and nodded to Ransom. “He’ll be Honey.”
“My road name will be Potato,” CJ said through gritted teeth.
Lifting a brow, Diesel barked a laugh.
CJ was already annoyed with that fuckhead and his attitude fucked him off more, but he ignored it to address Axel. “Mom gave me a nickname first and I love it. I don’t care how anyone feels.”
“Lies,” Axel accused. “You could never do her name right. You’d be too busy worrying about motherfuckers laughing at you and calling you a mama’s boy.”
“Potato hits harder than Sweet Pea, Pumpkin, or Honey,” CJ spat.
“In other words, you all will be a bunch of Thanksgiving motherfuckers,” Diesel said, snickering.
Everyone else laughed, though CJ found nothing amusing about that lame joke.
“You can be Turkey, D.,” Axel said happily, drawing even more laughter.
CJ scowled and folded his arms, unamused by those two. They always had to be in the fucking spotlight. “Turkeyis even weaker than Sweet Pea.”
Silence fell around him, and everyone shifted uncomfortably,exceptDiesel and Axel. As usual, Diesel lifted his stupid brow to show his displeasure. Of course,Axelhad to open his fucking mouth.
“Sweet Pea hits as hard asIwant it to,” Axel told him. “If I’m not sweet or a pea, it don’t matter who gave it to me.”
“You don’t know about club life then,” CJ sniped. “You get a road name for several reasons, but never because your mother wants you to have it.”
“Mom don’t care, jackass. If she did, she’dwantyou to use Potato. You wasn’t even thinking about it until I said I’ll be Sweet Pea. And I don’t give a fuck howothermotherfuckers get their road name. I know how I’m getting mine.”
Like Uncle Cash told Pop,CJwasn’t winning against Axel, so he heaved in a breath to calm himself.
“You don’t need a road name,” he said, hoping the compliment soothed his little brother. “Axel is already a cool name.”
“Yeah, but it’s myrealname. It belongs to me.Andif I meet a beautiful girl that I want to marry, I want her to call me Axel like Mom calls Dad ‘Christopher’.”
“Diesel doesn’t have a road name,” Grant pointed out and nodded to the silent, angry man in question. “He’s fine with women calling him by his name.”
“Diesel don’t fucking count, Grant,” Axel said. “He don’t like girls, so he don’t care what they call him.”
