Page 103 of Remorseless

“And get thrown in with him,” Rebel said dryly.

“You’d want to build a case, proving he’s innocent,” Harley explained, sounding so normal.

“Okay,” Axel capitulated, though he still looked confused. “I want to be a defense prosecutor.”

“It’s one or the other, little cuz,” Mark JB said. With each passing day, he resembled Uncle Digger that much more. His hair was softer because of Aunt Bunny and his complexion was lighter, but his features were all his father’s. “You not getting this, are you?”

“He has time,” CJ said, wanting to move on. “JJ, for Axel put attorney.”

“YAY!” Axel screamed.

“Reb, I want you to think about entering the medical profession,” CJ said.

She lifted her brows. “I want to be a special club enforcer. How the fuck are you choosing a career where I save the people I fuck up?”

“Because you shouldn’t be a fucking enforcer,” CJ insisted. “Even a special one.”

Hurt crossed her face. “Why not? I’m an ace shot. And Diesel told me about the goriness of Torie’s death. It didn’t matter to me. I won’t faint or anything.”

Diesel needed to shut the fuck up and stay the fuck away from Rebel. Rule thought she was a whore. Diesel took her as fair game. Both those motherfuckers needed severe ass beatings.

CJ returned to his spot on the loveseat and rested his elbows on his knees, staring at her. “Mom needs you on her side, Reb.”

“I’ll always be on Momma’s side, CJ. Won’t you?”

“As much as I can.”

Already, a wall existed between them, and he’d just started his career in the club. He wasn’t even a prospect yet. But Mom hadn’t known if she should treat him as her son or her son who was a biker. The choice devastated her. CJ believed Mom would be the perfect biker’s mother just as she was an exceptional biker’s wife.

“Momma’s sweet and kind.” Rebel squirmed. “She’s…sweet.She wouldn’t understand the need to always be firm. Or cold. She isn’t a fighter.”

“Sounds like you think she’s weak,” Ryan scoffed.

Sighing, CJ shook his head. Did Rebel hear herself? She left interpretation wide open to a motherfucker like Ryan.

“I didn’t say Momma was weak!”

“You just implied it, Reb,” Rory told her.

“You’re stupid, Blonde Viper,” Axel said with indignation. “If Mom was weak, she wouldn’t have hit Nyx.”

“Momma isn’t weak,” Rebel screeched. “She’s peaceful.”

“A pacifist,” Mattie added.

Although Harley didn’t say anything, she nodded.

“Mom has quiet strength, Rebel.” Suddenly, CJ understood better why Rebel was so fucking quick to fight. Not only to defend herself, but also to not be like Mom. “Sometimes, quiet strength is the best kind. When she loses her temper or beats ass, people take notice.”

Rebel shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Daddy always steps in and finishes her battles.” She smiled. “I guess I couldalways be one of her bodyguards.”

“You’d still need to learn to ride a fucking bike,” CJ snapped. “Still more club member than Mom’s daughter.”

“But—”

He shook his head and stopped Rebel. “Think about it, sweetheart.”

“CJ’s right, Rebel,” Mattie said.