Page 247 of Restless
“I’ll find out what I can.”
At the sound of Johnnie’s voice, Mort started, and he glanced over his shoulder just as Johnnie walked his uninvited ass fully into the room and closed the door. Before he had a chance to ask the stupid motherfucker what the fuck he was doing there, CJ jumped to his feet and shoved Johnnie.
“Get the fuck out of here, you stupid motherfucker,” he snarled. Right. In. Johnnie’s. Face.
CJ’s fury startled both Mort and Johnnie.
Unfortunately, Johnnie recovered before Mort tried to force CJ back.
“I should beat your fucking ass, boy,” Johnnie sneered. “For putting your miserable hands on me.”
“I’ll fucking show how the fuck I can put my hands on you,” CJ spat, grabbing Johnnie’s collar and yanking him so close their noses almost touched.
Mortician’s shock quickly gave way to enjoyment. He decided to see where this was going before he intervened.
“You fucking followed my mom, you miserable fuckhead.” CJ tightened his hold, unconcerned at Johnnie’s threats. “Telling her that fucking bullshit about leaving my dad. If anything happens to her, I’m fucking killing you.”
Johnnie clipped CJ’s jaw. “I take that as a fucking threat—”
“Take it however the fuck you want,” CJ replied, sounding frighteningly like Prez, rubbing the place Johnnie hit. “I issue it as a promise.”
“If I blow you the fuck away—”
“Johnnie,” Mortician growled.
CJ punched Johnnie. The motherfucker stumbled back and grabbed his jaw, frozen in shock.
“I will never fucking forgive you, asshole,” CJ said. “I can take your words as a threat, too. I don’t carry a fucking gun, but I have access to an arsenal, and I can shoot your fucking ass off. If you kill me? Well,uncle, I’ll see you in fucking hell because my dad will blow you the fuck away, you miserable motherfucker. Do me a fucking favor and fuckingdie.”
“You’re crossing a fucking line that you can never recover from, CJ,” Johnnie yelled. “Apologize to me. Because if you don’t and you ever need me, I’ll laugh in your fucking face.”
“The day I need you is the day my cock falls off, fuckhead.”
“We’ll see who’s right, won’t we, nephew?” He turned. “I’m going to check on Megan.”
A mad dog growl escaped CJ. The little motherfucker grew wings because he moved so fucking fast, he blurred in front of Mort and grabbed a handful of Johnnie’s hair, then put him in a headlock.
Clearing his throat, Mort sat on the sofa and folded his arms. He would have to do fucking damage control anyway and CJ needed an outlet.
“I will snap your fucking neck if you go anywhere near my mom.” CJ dragged Johnnie to the door.
Fearing he might bash Johnnie’s fucking head into the wood, Mort called, “CJ!”
Although Johnnie was flailing and trying to pry away CJ’s hold, CJ was younger, stronger, and livid. Somehow, the little motherfucker opened the door, andthrewJohnnie out, then stalked back to Mort and glared. “I don’t want a fucking lecture, Uncle Mort.”
“I’m on your side, little dude, but I will beat your ass if you disrespect me since I haven’t done anything to warrant it.”
A muscle ticking in his jaw, CJ scowled.
Johnnie stormed back in, red-faced and furious, his hand at his side. He slammed the door shut.
Sighing, Mort got to his feet and placed himself in front of CJ.
“This is between my nephew and me, Mortician. This is a private family matter.”
“If you touch CJ, it will become a fucking club matter, Johnnie,” Mortician barked. “Either I save your fucking life now or kill you later on Prez’s orders. On second thought, scratch that. He’d fuck you up himself.”
“When Christopher isn’t around, I’m in command,” Johnnie said. “You’re not a fucking officer, Mortician, so I order you to move or face repercussions.”
