Page 265 of Remiss

“It was more than that,” CJ insisted bitterly. “It all makes fucking sense. Bash wanted DeLuca to fuck with my parents’ marriage.”

“That isn’t true!” Rory insisted.

Uncle Christopher needed zero help on that front. He’d done the heavy lifting and almost ruined him and Aunt Meggie.

“Then why does that motherfucker so conveniently look like her celebrity crush?” CJ snapped. “It was to tempt my mom. Hurt my dad. Destroy their marriage. Because why the fuck not?” he said sarcastically. “It isn’t as if that motherfucker wasn’t fucked with enough these past few weeks. But it wasn’tonlyto fuck with my mom and dad. I can fucking bet Bash wanted to see how fuckingstupidUncle Johnnie was. Congratulations! Motherfucker won the idiot of the century award.”

Ryan would’ve howled with laughter if he hadn’t remembered that Sunday in Uncle Johnnie’s office when he’d warned both that fuckhead and Easton.

When Dementor and company sent those naked photos of Aunt Meggie to most of the younger members and close club contacts. They’d humiliated her in secret. Bash had also shown it at his clubhouse.

And, now, Uncle Christopher was Outlaw again and Aunt Meggie didn’t intend to stop his crazy. And Diesel… And CJ.

Oh goddamn, they were so fucked.

CJ glowered at Ryan. “You knew, huh?”

“W-w-w-what d-d-d-d-did I-I-I-I kn-know?” he stammered.

CJ growled, and Ryan joined Rory behind Grant’s back.

Ryan had never seen CJ so furious. Not even when Ryan fucked with Harley.

“I’m sorry, CJ,” Ryan said, close to tears, so fucking afraid, his mind racing with a way to tell Aunt Meggie so she could help him and Rory stay alive.

Without warning, CJ snatched handfuls of Ryan and Rory’s hair. “Open the fucking door, Grant,” he barked and dragged them into the fucking clubhouse.

CJ could not fucking believe the fuckery of his two fucking cousins. Uncle Johnnie? Fuck yeah. He even expected it from Ryan. But Ro? His actions infuriated and hurt CJ most of all. Why, he wasn’t sure. The motherfucker required a beating for helping Uncle Johnnie.

Once again remembering how he’d disobeyed his own father’s orders, CJ wanted to kick his own ass. Why hadn’t he realized Rory was a traitor on multiple fronts to protect thatfuckhead?

Everything screeched to a fucking halt as he dragged those two squirming motherfuckers toward the conference room. He didn’t give a fuck.Andif they’d taken a swing at him, or anyone tried to stop him, he would’ve stomped those fuckheads.

Guilt fueled his rage, which deepened his sense of betrayal. He felt like a fucking fool.

Grant rushed ahead to help CJ by opening all the necessary doors, first the club’s entrance door and then the one for the conference room. Just like in the main room, everything went silent. Until he shoved both those traitors away and Rory bounced against the edge of the fucking table while Ryan flew into the wall.

“Tell Outlaw,” he snarled. “You miserable fucking fuckheads.”

“CJ—” Ryan started.

CJ punched him in the fucking mouth. “Fuck you. You both knew what the fuck you were doing hiding that motherfucker in plain fucking sight,” he raged, blind and deaf in his fucking fury.

Words were white noise and people blurred in front of him. His focus were his cousins.

“How the fuck would you like Outlaw to bring a motherfucker here to fuck withyourparents?” he demanded, glowering at Rory. His cousin’s tears morphed into sobs. “Wait until I get my fucking hands on that motherfucker. Uncle Johnnie should fuckingdie. And you know what, Ro? If you went to DeLuca to get Molly back, that motherfucker could’ve gotten her back a long time ago.”

Ryan choked.

“Guilty motherfucker,” CJ roared, charging him and slamming him into a fucking wall, knocking that motherfucker out. “You did it, didn’t you? You sent her the fuck away. You—”

A gunshot scared the fuck out of him and halted his intention to kick Ryan into oblivion.

Breathing heavily, he turned and stared at the gun in his father’s hand.

“Now, CJ—” He indicated the bulletproof vests with the barrel of the gun. “Suit the fuck up, calm the fuck down, and get yourself under fuckin’ control.”

“Dad…Outlaw, you don’t know—”