“Well, if it isn’t my son,” Butch says from behind me.
Rage overcomes me, but I stay seated. “Don’t ever fucking call me that,” I growl.
“But—”
“I know the truth, Butch. It’s in your best interest to get as far as fucking possible from me before I break a bottle and slit your goddamned throat with it,” I say, my voice barely in control.
Nancy’s eyes wide, and I know she knows. Of course she knows. She knows all.
“The truth, huh? And what truth is that?”
“About my mama.”
“How she was crying out as I fucked her in a way Johnny never did?”
I crack my neck and use every ounce of strength I have not to tackle him to the ground right now. “Well, she willingly fuckedJohnny, and she didn’t want to fuck you. But that doesn’t really matter to you, does it? You don’t care if a woman wants to let you inside her.”
He just laughs, and I can’t turn around. If I look at him, I’ll end up in prison. Or dead at the hands of his fucking club.
I see a few of my brothers in my peripheral, and I wonder if they know. If everyone knew but me.
“Your mom wanted it. I knew she did. She was just playing hard to get.”
“Stop it, Butch,” Nancy says. “No one believes for a second that Jolene wanted your crusty cock.”
Her comment is meant to be helpful and supportive, but it actually makes everything worse.
“You’re just upset because I never gave you a ride.”
“Yeah, real upset. Torn up, really. I don’t know how I get by from day to day,” she says with sarcasm dripping from every word.
That one kind of helped. It at least made me smirk.
“Guess we’ll just have to ask Misty when I finally have my way with her.”
There’s no holding me back now, and I leap up, slamming him against the wall with my forearm pressed against his throat. “If you ever touch her, I will chop off your dick and feed it to the fucking dogs. Then I’ll feed their shit to you before cutting off your head, sticking it on a pole, and riding around town with it on the back of my bike.”
“This is fighting,” Butch says, his voice strangled as I continue to cut off oxygen. He tries to fight me, but he can’t.
“I think I need a smoke break,” Nancy says.
Nancy doesn’t smoke. God, I love that woman.
“Zep, stop,” Pacino says as he grabs my arm and tries to pull me off.
It does little to stop me, and it takes two more sets of hands to grab and yank me back.
“Touch her, and I will kill you, motherfucker!” I shout.
Butch coughs and waves his hand in the air. “Oh, I’m real scared, son.”
He leaves, and I shove my fist through the wall. It should’ve been his face. I wish it was his face, and I pull my hand out to stare at the blood on my knuckles
“Shit, Nancy, he’s sorry,” Rooster says.
Walking around the bar, Nancy looks at my hand. “You found out the truth?”
“That I’m only here because Butch raped my mama? Yeah.”
