Page 173 of Remorseless

“You can say brotherly things to her. Whatever the fuck else you been fuckin’ sayin’ will get your tongue replaced with your fuckin’ cock. If you wanna fuck around and take that goddamn chance, be my fuckin’ guest, Diesel.”

“Will that hold true when she’s eighteen?”

Daddy walked closer to the bed. Rebel just managed to make out the outline of his toes.

“Ain’t repeatin’ myself. We already had this fuckin’ conversation, but brother part aside, you’reyou.”

“Your son and her brother?”

“Motherfucker, that shouldn’t end with a fuckin’ question. Ain’t spent years of my goddamn life raisin’ you as my fuckin’ own for you to doubt me. Iespeciallyain’t allowed Megan to mother a motherfucker just six or seven years younger than her. When Rebel first said she was in love withyou, I pitched a bitchmainly becauseyou and her related. Now, though? You a miserable, insecure, ungrateful, drug usin’, pussy crazed, torture-lovin’, woman hatin’, whiny, miserable—”

“You said that already,” Diesel grouched.

“Exfuckincuse me. Whiny,married, cheatin’, alcoholic assfuck. You don’t deserve my baby girl.”

Rebel pressed her lips together. On the one hand, her father’s fierce protection of her made her even sorrier she’d been so harsh toward him. However, she didn’t understand his criticism. It wouldn’t help Diesel.

“From the way it sounds I don’t deserve anyone.”

“Diesel, fuck, get out of those fuckin’ bloody clothes then sleep and sober up. In the morning, take a fuckin’ shower.”

The outline of Daddy’s toes disappeared. When he spoke again, it was from across the room.

“Good fuckin’ night.”

“Uncle Christopher?”

“What, boy?”

“I want to divorce Tabitha and move back home.”

“That’s gonna make your ma night.”

“You don’t sound happy.”

“Riddin’ the family of that bitch gonna be expensive as a motherfucker,” Daddy grumbled.

“My thoughts exactly.”

“Iwouldbe jumpin’ for fuckin’ joy, but I ain’t wantin’ you to move back home just to lose your fuckin’ cock and then your fuckin’ life for fuckin’ with Rebel. I won’t be able to sleep for a fuckin’ month or two if I gotta kill you.”

“She’s safe. I swear.”

“Remember how I choked the fuck outta Torie, then shot the fuck outta her?”

“Who the fuck can forget?”

“You fuckin’ swear to a motherfuckin’ lie playin’ me, and I ain’t takin’ kindly to that. I ain’t givin’ agood motherfuck if you hearin’ me as your old man or as your club president. You deal with my princess as any fuckin’ thingotherthan her brother after swearin’ to me she safe in your company, I’m gonna fuckin’ garrot you, cleave your motherfuckin’ head in two with your goddamn sword and pump a dozen hollow points in each fuckin’ half.”

Nausea swirled in Rebel, and she gulped.

“You hear me, Diesel?”

“Yes, Uncle Christopher,” he whispered.

“Youhear me, Reb?”

Oh, goddamn. Her entire body tensed and she squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath, afraid to breathe. She didn’t know if her father was setting her up, so she’d reveal herself and he’d kill Diesel.