Page 92 of Restless
“Fine, I’ll shoot your cock off. Better?”
“More practical,” Boy grumbled, “but definitely not better.”
“Take what the fuck it is, motherfucker. As long as we know where we stand.” Ice cubes clinked together. “Digger?”
Digger shifted, though he kept his mouth shut.
“I know you there, because Bunny called, wondering where the fuck you’re at.”
“Wait, Bunny called you, not Bailey?” Mort asked. Even he heard his disappointment. He snatched his pint, opened it, and drained half the contents. “I probably shouldn’t have left.”
“I would’ve left that bitch, too,” Roxanne said. “Bailey’s lost her fucking mind.”
“She protecting Harley.”
“Another cow who’s lost her mind,” Roxanne said.
Mort sighed. “Don’t be so hard on them.”
“Don’t be so soft on them, and I’ll be as hard as I want to be on those two bitches. I get Bailey’s in Mama Bear mode. If she wants to side with Harley, even if they’re both wrong, that’s her prerogative. She gave birth to the child. But she can’t tellothermotherfuckers how to feel. She can’t excuse Harley’s behavior toward CJ when the boy needs all our support to hold shit together. We stand together, Mortician. You need to find Nardo Grevenberg and beat the fuck out of him, then bury his fucking daddy. Stupid is trickling down to my family.”
“I love you, Roxy,” Derby called, chuckling.
“Fuck the fuck off, Derby,” she ordered. “I don’t love your ass.”
“Just don’t want to get on your bad side, babe,” he replied.”
“Not if you’re ordering hits,” Boy said, his eyes twinkling.
“Nardo a kid and his old man not a club enemy, Roxanne,” Mort said tiredly.
“Nardo’s a little motherfucker and his old man’s astupidmotherfucker,” she said. “You’d do the world a favor.”
“It’s not on these Grevenberg people, love,” Knox told her. “It’s on Bailey and Harley.”
Roxanne grunted. Long ago, she’d drawn a line between Knox and her children, even though she’d stepped in as a maternal figure to his son after the murder of his ex-wife.
“She wanted to talk earlier tonight, Roxanne,” Mort admitted, tired. Wasn’t it enough that Meggie was in the hospital? Now, Kendall was inconsolable, Roxanne was on a warpath, and Bailey had deserted him. “I left. I didn’t want an argument and I can’t reason with her. She don’t understand why I’m so hurt over her silence at Harley’s words.”
“Bailey don’t have common sense if she don’t understand how you felt at Harley’s disrespect. Or how her fucking silence cosigned Harley’s words.”
“What the fuck they said, Mort?” Digger asked, his brows drawn together.
“Too fucking much,” Roxanne inserted. “Mortician, you’re a good husband and a good father. If Bailey wanted a motherfucker in a suit to go with her cushy position, she should’ve found a motherfucker in a suit.”
She had, but Mort ran him away.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to that sadity heifer, baby. A rough rider with a lot of money to bring her down a peg and spoil the fuck out of her.”
Mort snickered at her description.
“Since I ride, am I a rough rider, sweetheart?” Knox asked.
“Boy, get away,” Roxanne said, sounding like a fuckinggirl. “You’re making me blush.”
“I can make you scream.”
“Uh,images,” Digger complained. “Please hang the fuck up. You like my momma, Roxanne. I don’t want to imagine you fucking.”
