“Dee Dee’s educating you on the law?”
“You call Diesel ‘Dee Dee?”
At Bash’s nod, Axel roared with laughter, then turned to Diesel. “I’m going to call you that forever.”
“Not if you want me to fucking answer you,” Diesel snapped.
“If you don’t, I’ll glue your fucking lips together,” Axel said. “If you can’t use them right, you don’t need them.”
“And I will glue you to a ceiling by the soles of your fucking feet,” Diesel said.
“Please, motherfucker. You’d have to fucking catch meandyou just gave away your OM, so if I ever got to glue your lips together, I’ll know to chop off your fucking hands, too.”
“It’s MO, and I’d still find a way to fucking torture you. I don’t need fucking hands, Axel.”
Axel flipped him off, then turned back to Bash. “See the motherfuckers I got to put up with, Uncle Bash?”
Bash laughed. “I understand how irritating that can be. But why do you keep calling me ‘uncle’?”
“Aren’t you our fucking uncle?” Axel asked.
“I am, but I don’t allow a snot-nosed kid to disrespect me.”
Axel ran to the mirror on one of the walls. “Motherfucker, I don’t got snot on my nose.”
Christopher tipped his head down and smiled, although laughter floated in the air.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bash asked. “I didn’t mean fucking literally.”
“It’s another saying, Ax,” CJ said.
“Oh, brother. Would you motherfuckers find sayings that make sense?”
“It just means you’re a young motherfucker,” Bash said. “A kid. Kids usually have snotty fucking noses.”
Axel glanced at Christopher. He was probably still irritated with Diesel, so Christopher was the nextbest choice.
Christopher nodded. “That’s what the fuck it mean, son.”
“Then they are nasty motherfuckers with mommas and daddies that are gross too,” Axel said, and cocked his head at Bash. “Were you ever a kid?”
Christopher laughed at that question.
“All grown motherfuckers had to be fucking kids at one time,” Bash told him.
“I can’t imagine youorDad as kids. Dad’s fifty. Really senile. How old are you?” Axel asked suspiciously.
“I’m turning fifty-nine in a few months,” Bash said.
Axel gasped. “You’re not ninety? You look about ninety. I’ve never met anyone that old. Dad’s a miracle. So are you. Not as big as I first thought, though”
Bash looked at Christopher as if he couldn’t fucking believe what the fuck he was hearing.
Axel was an…experience.
“You one insultin’ lil’ motherfucker, boy,” Christopher said with a shake of his head.
“We’re getting off the road, Dad,” Axel huffed.
