Page 50 of Restless
“Your ma been almost taken from me more than I been almost took from her, and she ain’t a fuckin’ biker.”
“Hello? Dad?” CJ snapped his fingers. “She’s not a biker. That’s why she’s an easy target.”
“Megan an easy target for a lotta reasons.”
“Dad—”
“I ain’t gotta try and help fuck her up. If I hack my fuckin’ cock off, it can’t go in her and make babies.”
“Get ahold of yourself, man! That’s pretty fucking extreme.”
“Ain’t…” Dad huffed and rubbed his bloodshot eyes. “Isn’t. I thought your ma was acceptin’ that we might not have no more children. Maybe, it was just sedation. Cuz I left for a lil’ while last night and when I came back she was in fuckin’ tears. Ain’t nothin’ gonna stop her from her babies unless my cock gone.”
“I don’t want to hear that.”
“It’s the truth.”
“I think you need help.”
“A psycho camp?”
“What the fuck is that?”
“Where Kendall go.”
“You’re on the road to one.”
“Fuck.” Dad frowned. “For fuckin’ real, boy?”
“For fuckin’realreal, Dad. You’ve lost your fucking mind.”
“You think I should leave your ma?”
“WHAT?”
“I ain’t knowin’ how else to keep her safe.”
“If it makes you feel better, she’d have a target on her back regardless. She’ll always be connected toyou.”
“Maybe, away from me she’ll be safer.”
“Don’t you love Mom?”
“I worship your ma, boy. What the fuck kinda question is that?”
“The kind a psycho needs to hear when he’s thinking about breaking my mother’s heart,” CJ snapped. “You’d destroy Mom.”
“She’d be alive to be destroyed.”
“This is the worst fucking time for you to have an existential crisis, dude.”
“I gotta save her. As long as she with me, she at risk from bullets and babies.”
Much like his father did earlier, CJ placed his hands on Dad’s cheeks and stared into his eyes. “Dad, your wife is more fucking protected than some A-Listers. She’s in no danger of being shot. And you two haveeight fucking children. Nine, if you count Patrick. You don’t need any more babies.”
“I don’t. She do.”
“No, the fuck she doesn’t!”
