Page 187 of Restless
Since he’d done absolutely nothing to her, CJ was over her attitude. “This is the only way we can get to my fucking house, Jaleena.”
The talking screeched to a halt, and CJ gritted his teeth.
“Did you just cuss at my daughter, young man?” Mr. Davis demanded.
“It’s okay, Daddy,” Jaleena said with a little sniff. “He is just stressed out.”
“Normally, when one is invited to a home for dinner, one has access to that home’s street,” Mrs. Davis said.
“Normally, when a motherfucker—”
“Er, you’d get to our house the same way, JaZuria,” Pop inserted, interrupting Dad.
“Ja-Who-Ria?” Uncle Digger asked. “What the made-up name is that?”
Mrs. Davis gasped.
“Shut up, fool,” Uncle Mort said. “Excuse my brother, baby. He got dropped on his fucking head as a baby. That’s why it’s so big. Motherfucker never unswolled.”
“You a cold-ass motherfucker, Mortician,” Uncle Digger grumbled.
“But a truthful motherfucker,” Dad said.
“I thought her name was Zuria,” Uncle Digger protested.
“It is my nickname, sir,” Mrs. Davis said sharply. “My name isJaZuria. My husband is Jeremiah. Our daughters are Jaleena, Juliana, and Jillian. No matter where success takes our daughters, we will always have our ‘J’ names in common.”
“So the ‘J’ names more important than the fucking obvious shit, huh, girl?” Uncle Digger asked.
“I am not a girl,” Mrs. Davis said.
Fuck. “Uh—”
Too late. “You got a pussy, huh?” Uncle Digger asked before CJ could form any other word. “That make you a fucking girl, girl.”
“See here, sir!” Mr. Davis said.
“See here all the fuck you want,Miah,” Uncle Digger said. “I thought Meggie was fucked up with her ‘R’ names, but you and your bitch worse. Family bonds matter, not no fucking shared alphabet.”
“Digger, only reason I ain’t pullin’ my piece and blowin’ you the fuck away is cuz my boy want to impress Jaleena and her family,” Dad snarled, in Uncle Digger’s face so fast he stumbled back. “Your fuckin’ brain spatterin’ every goddamn where might upset them.”
“Meggie like me, Prez,” Uncle Digger pushed out. “I’m family.”
“She family too, fool,” Uncle Mort said. “Stop being a fucking dickhead and act like it.”
“Are you gangsters?” Jillian asked, blinking between everyone. “Jaleena’s ex-boyfriend is a gangster.”
“No, Lia, it’s his dad,” Juliana corrected. “Nardo isn’t. Momma didn’t have to get him out of jail.”
“You dated Nardo fucking Grevenberg, Jaleena?” CJ yelled as Uncle Digger said, “who is Lia?”
“Nardo’s a good guy,” Jaleena huffed. “He appreciated my value.”
“Nardo is a fucking asshole and—”
“Efuckinnuff!” Dad ordered. “You didn’t invite her here to talk about who she used to date, CJ. You invited her here to show her where the fuck you live.”
“On the grounds of a motorcycle club,” Jaleena said. “A trailer park surrounded by forest?”
