Page 72 of Rebellious

“I love both,” she promised, wiggling her fingers. “I never thought anyone would ever buy me so many diamond rings.”

“You suck cock good enough for me to buy you a ring every month.”

“So romantic,” she said.

“If it was up to me, I wouldn’t give a cunt who hides her address anything,” Cleaner said.

Bash frowned. “Lucky it isn’t up to you, fuckhead, so mind your own fucking business.”

“Suppose—”

“Listen up, Cleaner,” Christopher interrupted. “Hopper is, and always gonna be, a Dweller girl. But she saved my Megan so that make her family. She the ma of Megan’s nephew. She with Bash? Good for her. If you fuck with her and he don’t fuck you up, Ima do it and it won’t mean a motherfuckin’ thing for the peace agreement. It’s all about family.”

“Foul!” Cleaner said and grinned at Christopher. “We’re family too, cousin.”

“I ain’t never liked your bitch ass, so fuck you. Unlike Johnnie, who I just started hatin’ a few months ago.”

“Christopher’s right, Cleaner, so shut your fucking mouth,” Bash advised, then turned Hopper toward him. “Babe, why don’t you visit Rebel? Let us menfolk talk.”

Christopher walked to the intercom and pressed the buzzer. “Hey, open the door, babe,” he said to the unidentified nurse. “Hopper ready to visit my girl.”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

Once Hopper disappeared through the double doors, Bash lit a cigarette and began pacing.

“Celia’s heartbroken.”

The words surprised Johnnie. He expected it to be about Hopper, but he was glad for the change of topic.

“I know she loved Tabitha,” Christopher said, surprisingly cautious.

“Something’s not adding up in my head,” Bash said evenly.

Christopher shrugged. “That ain’t my motherfuckin’ fault. That cunt OD’d. That’s simple shit.”

Bash cocked his head to the side. “Unless she had help.”

“She took the fuckin’ drugs,” Christopher retorted. “That was all the fuckin’ help she needed.”

Bash glowered at Christopher, but he didn’t flinch. He lifted a brow, his look challenging.

“I picture a Dee Dee,” Bash said, twirling his arms in wide arcs.

Johnnie assumed he was air drawing Diesel.

“One of the most arrogant motherfuckers I’ve ever met,” Bash continued. “Then I picture Jana and Rebel. Rebel beaten trying to save Jana. Hours later, our niecy poo ends up dead. Look me in my motherfucking eye and tell me those events aren’t connected, Christopher.”

Meeting Bash’s gaze, Christopher gave him a half smile. “My daughter and Jana endin’ up in this motherfucker ain’t had fuck all to do with Tabitha OD’ing. Don’t fuckin’ ask me again cuz that’s the last motherfuckin’ time my ass answerin’.”

“Celia’s devastated,” Bash repeated, then transferred his hard gaze to Johnnie. “Which brings me to you, fuckface.”

Johnnie swallowed. “Yes?”

“I care about Hopper. You and her needed to hash this shit out over that cunt she pushed out her pussy, but don’t ever talk to her like that. Christopher’s bitch explained the terms of the No-Kill List. She put me on it, but I have to respect all family and not fuck you up. Apparently, it isn’t only for Christopher, but every motherfucker she includes.”

That wasn’t the way that worked, but Johnnie suspected Megan explained it that way to Bash to protect everyone from him as she protected the family from Christopher’s wrath.

“Still haven’t convinced her to put Tio and Cleaner on it.” Bash laughed. “Probably because of Dee Dee and old Morty.”