Page 22 of Relentles
“You ain’t got fuckin’ rights while you live under my fuckin’ roof.”
“But Dad—”
Rule stood and removed his shirt. “I’m prepared for my fifty lashes, Dad.”
Okay, maybe Megan was right. The little motherfucker needed help,stat.
“Sit the fuck down, boy. I ain’t givin’ you no fifty fuckin’ lashes. I’m beatin’ your ass with a fuckin’ belt—”
“Objection,” Ryder said again.
“Rule isn’t part of your fuckin’ trial, son.”
“He’s up for an ass beating, Dad. As a man of principle, it’s my duty to include him.”
“You’re not a fuckin’ man, Ryder.”
“I’m a mini man, Dad.”
“Yeah,andRule saved Ryan…He should be a hero,” Axel said proudly.
“That’s the point,” Ryder said, frowning. “He savedRyan.”
Val’s shoulders drooped.
“He was supposed to save Ryan,” Christopher barked. “We’re family. He’s getting his ass beat because I couldn’t kill Bash and the motherfucker confronted your ma.”
“That’s not fair, Dad,” Ransom said with a shake of his head. “Double jeopardy is illegal.”
Grant snickered, but snapped his mouth shut at Christopher’s glare.
“Stop talking to them about law, Grant,” Christopher warned.
“Diesel talks to them, too, Uncle Christopher,” Grant protested.
“I’m telling his ass to shut the fuck up, too,” Christopher said as Knox stood and indicated Grant do the same.
“We need to get home, Outlaw,” Knox said, shoving his phone in the top pocket on his cut. Somehow, he still managed to look like a preppy assfuck, even with his cut on. Perhaps, it was the trousers, dress shirt, silk tie, and Oxfords. “Molly isn’t doing well.”
“What’s wrong with her?” CJ asked, sitting straighter.
“She’s been asking for you,” Grant volunteered. Seeing his father’s scowl, he shrugged. “Roxy has been talking to her and reading to her, but she won’t stop crying, Dad. Maybe, CJ can help.”
Knox heaved in a breath. “Roxanne doesn’t want to overwhelm you, CJ. If you go there and can’t calm Molly, it might upset you.” He shifted his weight. “She’s considering taking her back to the hospital. She’s still healing physically. Mentally, she’s floundering.”
“Let me try, Uncle Knox,” CJ said, then looked at Christopher.
“He might get her calm, Knox,” Christopher said. CJ felt more than he realized for the girl. Although she worked Christopher’s last fucking nerve, if that’s who his boy wanted,well, he’d find a way to tolerate her. However, she needed help before she was ready foranymotherfucker. CJ was smart. Once he saw her, he’d figure the shit out for himself.
“We had been working with Zoann to get her into a psychiatric facility. Before…” Knox motioned the room with his hand. “Church,” he said. “I’m sure she’ll need to recover from the trauma.”
“Bailey not helping?” Mort asked, brows lifted.
“She said she’s in the process of moving, Mort,” Knox told him. “And, tonight, isn’t a good night for her. She promises she’ll work with Zoann the day after Christmas.”
“Molly got insurance?” Digger asked.
“Molly’s destitute,” Knox said, mouth turning down in displeasure. “Not that it’s important. The question is obtuse. She needs our help.”
