Page 75 of Remiss

“Bash—”

He screamed again and swiped everything off his desk.

Unsure what to do, Easton rushed forward and grabbed Bash in a bear hug before he hurt himself. He wasn’t a good man at all, but he was a very tortured one, chased by demons of the past and present.

“Outlaw is fair-minded and family oriented,” Easton whispered. “He’d never hurt your Celia unless she threatened his wife.” At least, that’s what he’d heard. Women got a pass as long as they didn’t fuck with Meggie. “She’s safe in his company. He’ll protect her.”

“What the fuck’s going on here?” Cleaner demanded.

“Get out!” Bash screamed, wild again and jerking against Easton. “This is a private moment between my son and me.”

“Bash—”

“Get out, Cleaner. This is none of your fucking business. Get out,” Bash ordered.

Cleaner threw Easton a vicious look, then backed out and slammed the door shut. Bash staggered to his office chair and dropped into it.

“What do you want, boy?” he asked, tired and defeated.

“Molly,” he said, afraid to bring up the will right now. They needed Outlaw’s help. Easton saw an opening to buy Meggie some time until he made the situation right with Molly.

“You want Molly?”

Easton nodded.

“To do what?”

“To keep her.”

Bash studied Easton for so long he began to squirm, then he shook his head and smirked. “Sit the fuck down.”

Another part of his plan fucked up. Frustrated, Easton stalked to one of the chairs in front of Bash’s desk.

“Let me guess. You’re going to claim her as yours, then suddenly set her free because you’re tired of her.”

Easton clenched his jaw.

“Am I right?”

“Does it fucking matter?”

Steepling his fingers, Bash lifted a brow.

“She’s dying, Bash. I want to help her. She doesn’t deserve this fate. I just want to claim her to protect her since you aren’t letting her go.”

“Despite being such a miserable motherfucker, I like living. I can’t just bring that cunt back and neither can you. You’re a swinging cock. Christopher won’t hesitate to fuck you up.”

“I fucked an injured, traumatized, seventeen-year-old girl. I deserve to be fucked up.”

“Whininess is Johnnie’s forte, asshole,” he said, his emotional upheaval calmed once more. “You wanted to save her fucking life and earn her freedom. Your cock did it.”

“Really?” Easton made it a point of looking around the room before glaring at Bash. “I can’t tell.”

Silent, Bash lit a cigarette, then took a few drags. “Do you know Daddy started my preparation so I’d be ready to hold this position before I realized he was training me?”

“And?”

“I always wanted a son to guide to the presidency.”