Chapter Twenty-Two
Instead of walking to the club, CJ rode with Diesel in his Mercedes because of the downpour of freezing rain, lightning, and thunder. It was a Wednesday night, so there weren’t many members around, though during the summer, the day of the week wouldn’t matter. It would be overflowing.
For the past hour, Diesel drank from his flask and texted someone.
He’d made one of the probates bring Tabitha to their condo because he was just a motherfucker like that, and basically shut CJ out.
Bored, CJ dropped coins into the jukebox and danced, which he always enjoyed thanks to Mom and Lolly.
As the clock struck eleven, CJ joined Diesel at their father’s table for a beer.
Afterwards, he’d go home, even if he had to walk.
After Mom collapsed on Thanksgiving night, Diesel stepped up to the plate and became a part of the family again. The mistrust CJ had felt in the months prior to Diesel’s marriage fled, as if it never existed.
CJ no longer suspected him of having nefarious intentions. He just didn’t trust Diesel’s good judgment. No matter what Rebel did, she was a goddamn child. Fuck, maybe, it would be more palatable if she was sixteen or seventeen. Or if Diesel was seventeen or eighteen.
None of that was the case. One asshole—Diesel—was a sex-addicted stupid motherfucker. The other asshole—Rule—was a judgmental zealot and stupid motherfucker. What neither were doing was fucking with Rebel. CJ would see them drawn and fucking quartered first.
Fuck.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Stop fucking with Rebel, Diesel,” he reiterated.
He was certain Diesel was already making excuses after their confrontation at the house.
Probably the reason he was ignoring CJ. “She’s underaged.
You’re fucking married. Rule is putting the onus on her when the burden belongs to you as the fucking adult. ”
Diesel scowled. “Stay out of it,” he warned, proving CJ’s suspicions correct. “I’ve already apologized, but fuck, you can’t tell me what to do. I’m your big brother.”
“Fuck off. If you’re wrong, you’re wrong, asshole. As my big brother, you’ve offered very good advice over the years,” he added quickly.
Diesel was quite sensitive about his place in the family. Any question about seeing him as a “real” member of the family had the potential to send him over the edge and on a drinking binge.
“I’m telling you as your little brother that you need to take my advice and back the fuck away from her. Better I tell you than Dad. ”
“Rebel wouldn’t have ratted me out, so how did Rule tell you?”
“Because he’s as much a motherfucking zealot as you are a reckless fuckhead. He accused her of being a whore because of your fucking actions.”
Wildness crept into Diesel’s eyes. He narrowed them, which made him looked completely unhinged. “That motherfucker did what ?”
“Asshole, I know Rule. He probably insulted Rebel the very night he found you two together. Your performative outrage doesn’t fucking impress me.”
“I don’t remember what the fuck Rule said,” Diesel growled, tense with fury. “That’s beside the point. That motherfucker can’t call Rebel out of her name and don’t expect retaliation.” Anger reddened his face. “I’m fucking him up.”
“Shut up!” CJ snapped, fed up. “You can’t do Rule a motherfucking thing. How the fuck could you explain that to Mom and Dad, dickbrain?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Narci rushed to their table, wearing only jeans. His blond hair was unkempt and his feet were bare.
Joplin and Diana trailed behind him, in nothing but bra and panties. Dementor, Exorcist, and Bedhead brought up the rear with their various scars and tattoos on full display since they wore only boxer briefs.
“We can hear you boys all the way in my room,” Narci said.
“Lying motherfucker,” CJ chortled. “If your room was on the first hallway—”
“He’s been upgraded, CJ,” Diana cooed. “He’s on the first hallway now.”
“The benefits of knowing Diesel,” Dementor said with a forced smile.
Diesel lifted a brow and offered a bland smile.
Potter brought another bucket of beers to the table. He patted CJ’s shoulder and nodded to Diesel. “ Cameras are rolling, kiddies,” he whispered, just loud enough for them to hear. “If Outlaw happens to look, your secrets are out, so I suggest you tone it the fuck down.”
“You just thought to tell us that?” Diesel demanded.
“You’re Outlaw’s kid and a club member, Diesel,” Potter retorted defensively. “You know the fucking deal better than anybody. All I’m saying is if Narci can hear you, Outlaw sure can if he’s watching.”
CJ winced. “Or Uncle Stretch.” He was the resident surveillor.
Mumbling about stupid motherfuckers, Potter stomped back to the stool he’d been sitting on and turned his back on them.
Diana walked to Diesel, her hips swinging and her titties bouncing in the scanty lace bra that barely covered her nipples. “Don’t worry, babe.”
CJ scooted back, allowing her to insert herself between his and Diesel’s chairs.
Her thong revealed luscious ass cheeks that brushed CJ’s arm and made his cock jump.
Memories of Ember’s hot mouth slurping him in rose in his head and he heaved in a breath, torn between lust, guilt, and embarrassment.
To distract himself, he grabbed two bottles of beer, one of which he sat on the table and slid to Diesel.
He opened the other one and drank deeply, enjoying the icy coldness as it slid down his throat. It did nothing to cool his lust.
“Little boys like you shouldn’t stare at a woman like her, CJ,” Exorcist said.
CJ ignored him.
Diana settled on Diesel’s lap and wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him. She dipped her head and covered his mouth with hers. She gyrated faster, moaning. Diesel dug his fingers into her hips and thrust up, simulating sex while still clothed .
CJ gulped more beer. A handy would happen in the shower tonight. Fuck, maybe, even in his bed.
“You want your cock sucked, CJ?” Joplin snatched his beer from his hand and finished it. She set the bottle aside, slid onto his lap and nuzzled his neck. “I’ll be happy to blow you. You can come in my face.”
A shiver traveled along his nerve-endings. He couldn’t think of a response, though ‘no’ wasn’t even a consideration.
“Baby boy,” she breathed, nibbling his earlobe just as Diana screamed.
Diesel shoved back from the table and urged her to her knees, while unbuckling his belt. Joplin’s mouth moved over CJ’s.
“Get up, Jop,” Dementor demanded. “He might run to his mommie if you give him pussy.”
She tore her mouth away and laughed. “Or Outlaw,” she agreed, nipping CJ’s lips again.
He wanted to respond to that, but all he could think about was how good her lips felt against his. He tried so fucking hard to be the son his mother wanted. Except it went against the biker he had to be as Outlaw’s son.
“Bishop told us you’re going to tell Outlaw on Nyx.” Narci’s voice reached CJ from far away. “Because of Meggie.”
Her brows snapping together, Joplin lifted her head and jumped off CJ’s lap. She glared at him, then slapped the ever-loving shit out of him.
CJ grabbed his throbbing cheek and glared at her. “What the fuck was that for?”
“Bitch, you hit CJ again and I will cleave you in two,” Diesel said, shoving Diana away and rebuckling his belt.
Swallowing, Joplin glanced over her shoulder, then looked at CJ again. He was too shocked by her actions and Diesel’s threat to talk.
“I’m saying this one more motherfucking time,” Potter snarled from his place at the bar. “The motherfucking cameras are rolling. CJ is here . That means Outlaw might be watching. See where the fuck this is going?”
“Not,” Bedhead said. “If I had a broad like Meggie to get into, I wouldn’t watch no fucking cameras.”
“That’s my mom!” CJ said in outrage. “Shut the fuck up.”
“No.” Dementor barreled to CJ and thumped the back of his head. He was tall, muscled, and mean. “ You shut the fuck up. We didn’t invite you here, so go home and climb back in her cunt for all we care. We don’t like snitches.”
Diesel sipped beer. “Do you like fucking living?” he asked, swallowing. “Because, motherfucker, I am fucking seconds away, from getting my favorite sword and lobbing your motherfucking head off.”
“I didn’t mean nothing, Diesel. It’s just that—”
“Why the fuck am I still hearing you talk, Dementor? You’re annoying me.” Diesel leaned back. “I might have to burn off your lips with my acid.” He smiled at CJ. “What do you think, little brother? Acid or are you good?”
“I’m good.” CJ gritted his teeth at the faintness of his voice. As it was, if he came alone he might be in trouble. Just as Mom had been. He shouldn’t have kept what happened from his father.
Like her, CJ had been trying to think about the good of the club.
But not at the expense of their safety. Especially hers.
He might not be in danger, but she was. Even if Nyx hadn’t put them up to it, she was a first-class bitch.
She was probably giving everyone a rough time, so they were defending her.
He cleared his throat. “I’m good for now.”
Diesel nodded, sipped more beer. “You have one more chance, motherfuckers. One. Listen well and spread the word. If I hear about any of you motherfuckers and cunts looking at CJ or Aunt Meggie or Rebel or any of my brothers, any of my family, I’m telling Outlaw.”
“Now, Diesel,” Exorcist started. “Be reasonable about this—”
“You’re still in one piece. Aren’t I being reasonable?
I’m offering to tell Outlaw. He’ll only shoot the fuck out of you.
” A maniacal light gleamed in Diesel’s eyes and he smiled viciously.
“As opposed to my modis operandi. Now, makeup to CJ. If he tells you to lick dog shit off his fucking boots, get on your motherfucking knees and get to licking. Am I perfectly fucking understood?”
“Dude, chill.” Narci laughed nervously. “You don’t…the ice in your voice isn’t necessary. Dementor’s just fucking around.”