Page 30 of Remiss

“No, it just mean your momma baby you too fucking much,” Digger scoffed.

CJ glared at the motherfucker. “It just means I’ll have to eat somewhere else.”

Christopher wouldn’t get into that right now. He’d stomp Digger then take his boy somewhere to eat and talk. “Digger?”

“Yo, Prez?” Pounding on his chest, he belched, then nodded to Tauriel. “I need a beer.”

“Ima get it, babe,” Christopher said, stopping her in her tracks. He crooked his finger at Digger. “C’mere.”

“Meggie going to be home soon,” he squeaked.

Oh no the fuck that motherfuckerdidn’tmention Megan when he’d fucked over her so badly. A roar of rage escaped Christopher and he kicked his fucking chair into the wall,not surprised when Digger jumped onto the table and leaped, missing tables and chairs by fucking feet but scattering motherfuckers in all directions.

He hopped to his feet and started to run, but Christopher drew his .9mm, aimed and fired, hitting Digger’s shoulder. He wanted that motherfucker to suffer.

A woman’s scream barely broke through Christopher’s rage. Probably Fia. The sobs were the other two, since they were so close.

The bullet halted Digger momentarily.

“One more motherfuckin’ step and Ima shoot your fuckin’ head the fuck off,” Christopher warned.

“Mort, talk to Prez,” Digger begged.

Christopher glanced in Mortician’s direction, hating his friend’s devastation but sick to fucking death of Digger, Johnnie, and motherfucking Cash.

“Ain’t a motherfuckin’ thing you can say, Mort,” Christopher told him. “Ain’t no fuckin’ explainin’ in the world when that motherfucker did what the fuck he did.”

“What the fuck I did, Outlaw?” Digger cried.

Infuriated, Christopher shot his other shoulder. “You lucky I ain’t got my fuckin’ hollows. Keep fuckin’ talkin’ and that’s gonna change.”

“Little bruh!” Digger called, tears sliding down his cheeks as he turned to CJ. “We saved your life. Talk to your old man. A life for a life.”

“Prez, please,” Mort whispered, breaking through Christopher’s rage that Digger was playing that card.

“If you saved my life to fuck over my mom, then you shouldn’t have bothered,” CJ said, shocking the fuck out of everyone. “I know what you did to her, Uncle Digger. My mom didn’t deserve that. You want to usemylife as your get out of jail free card, find your fucking debit card and pay my mom back.”

“It wasn’t like that!” Digger cried, taking his gaze from CJ and looking at Christopher again. “I just…Outlaw…Bunny want another baby and we need a bigger house!”

“Meggie give dividends from the money she got from the sale of the house that once belonged to Big Joe and we get our share from the club earnings,” Val said.

Christopher appreciated he’d left off the trading Megan did, since that was mainly for family members.

“Not only that, you and Mort get money from Sharper estate,” Val went on. “You took the woman money because you a greedy motherfucker.”

Digger clutched his right shoulder and gritted his teeth. “I took her money because Bunny just give me a little bit of what I get.”

“I wonder fuckin’ why,” Christopher said sarcastically, walking up to Digger and gut-punching him, smiling at the pop of bone as that assfuck dropped to his knees.

Christopher kicked him and he vomited where he landed. Enjoying the show of Digger coughing and gagging, he watched for a moment then stalked to him. He leaned over and dragged Digger to his feet by his hair, then put him in a chokehold and jammed the gun to his temple.

“Outlaw, please,” Digger managed in a strangled voice. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Meggie don’t want me dead.”

“Know how I know my Sweet Angelalmostback? Cuz of your motherfuckin’ ass,” he said before Digger answered. “She ain’t let Mort repay her and she told mewe,me and her, buildin’ the infrastructure.” He jiggled the gun against Digger’s head. “And you knowwhythe fuck she told me all that? Cuz I fuckin’ guessed what the fuck you did. She was trynaprotectyour motherfuckin’ ass, motherfucker. Even after you fucked over her. She said it was for Mort and Bunny, but it was for you too. My woman loyal.” He met Cash and Johnnie’s horrified gazes,then focused on Digger again. “More fuckin’ loyal than you. You her family, so she’ll give you ten fuckin’ thousand chances. Me? Your fuckin’ saves all used up. Ima fuckin’ stomp you.” He shoved his gun in his cut and slammed Digger to the ground. “Your fuckin’ fingers. Those motherfuckers accessed her bank account.”

He slammed his boot against Digger’s hand, ignoring the motherfucker’s scream.

“Your fuckin’ arm. Ain’t got it, ain’t got no fuckin’ hand to steal.”