Page 124 of Restless
“I thought you knew Cee Cee, Sharper,” Boss said with a touch of bitterness. “He’d bring Bash to rub Celia in my face.”
“Don’t put fucking words in my mouth, Joseph,” Daddy warned. “I brought Bash because he needs to start learning to lead my fucking club. What better initiation on dealing with enemies than meeting you fuckheads.”
“You took Celia after I lost Kimber, Sebastian,” Boss snarled. “You knew how much I loved them both—”
Pain flittered across Daddy’s face before his expression closed. “Your cock killed her, motherfucker. You escaped alive. Take the ‘W’ and shut the fuck up.”
Boss slammed his fist on the table, slid his chair back, and got to his feet. “She bled to death, you miserable motherfucker.”
Daddy stood and turned, right in Boss’s face. “Giving birth to your son, fuckhead.” He shoved him back. “You took the only fucking good thing I ever had. If I never saw you again, it would be too fucking soon. I fucking despise you.”
When Boss shoved Daddy, Bash and everyone jumped up. He’d never seen anyone lay hands on his daddy and survive.
“Fuck you, Sebastian. I don’t give a fuck how you feel about me, but you’re a dickhead for taking Celia away and denying your own fucking nephew.”
“I’ll see that little motherfucker dead before I ever acknowledge him as Kimber’s son,” Cee Cee snarled.
Clenching his jaw, Boss glanced away. “He’ll never know,” he said quietly. “I love him, in spite of what he thinks. I love him because he’s the last of Kimber. I wanted to raise your daughter, our…” He swallowed. “Kimber’sniece because she loved that little girl to bits and pieces, Cee Cee.”
“Maybe, if you wouldn’t spend so much time with that little fucking idiot, your boy would believe you love him, Joe,” Logan said.
Though his tone was kind, the words were fucked up. Although Bash wasn’t sure who Logan meant, Daddy seemed to know because he stiffened.
“What the fuck does that mean?” he demanded. “If the idiot you’re referring to is my boy, why is Joe looking after him when that’s Fred’sspecificjob?”
“Does it matter?” Boss said tiredly. “We’re all together for the first time since Vivian’s wedding.”
“We weren’t all together then,” Sharper barked. “Logan was tied up and marked for death. If Rack hadn’t told me—”
“We were in the same fucking city,” K-P snapped. “Better, fuckhead?” He looked at Daddy. “You didn’t even allow Joe to attend Kimber’s funeral, Cee Cee. You know she wouldn’t have wanted that. Your treatment of him would’ve broken her fucking heart.”
“Who asked you, Kaleb?” Daddy demanded crossly.
“Not a motherfucker around,” K-P retorted. “I fucking volunteered because what you did was bullshit.”
“It’s done.” Suddenly, Daddy looked and sounded old and defeated. “It can’t be undone.” He returned to his seat. “Why are we here, Sharper?”
“My dime, my time,” the minister said smugly, retaking his seat at the head of the table.
Once everyone else sat again, Daddy lit another cigarette. He rested one elbow on the table, holding the cigarette in his hand, while he slid the other hand out of view.
“I heard Christopher had a boo-boo,” he started after a few moments of silence, taxed with ugly undercurrents. Lifting a brow, he looked at Fred. “What happened?”
It seemed as if Fred had just started to relax. Now, he tensed up again. Unease slid into his brown gaze and he glanced at Logan, swallowed, then looked at Daddy. “I…kids will be kids, Cee Cee.”
Puffing on his cigarette, Daddy nodded. “I’d hate to fucking think that cunt I married is turning you into a brainless idiot.”
Married? His daddy was married?
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Logan ordered. “Talk about my daughter with respect, fucker. Or I’ll see to it that you suffer the consequences.”
Daddy’s eyes flared in surprise. “I see.”
“Not yet,” Logan said with a smirk.
Finishing his second cigarette, Daddy leaned back and shoved a hand into the pocket with his switch. Bash wasn’t sure if he should pull his own piece or wait for Daddy’s command. He’d never been in such a situation before.
“How are your daughters, Fred?” Daddy asked.
