Page 73 of Relentles
“Aww, Willy.”
“Now,incel.”
Shoving his hands in his pockets, Wally stomped toward the creek.
“I’d hate to tell my old man how unappreciative you are of his gift.”
Studying his cigarette before taking another drag, Ryan barked a laugh. “Fuck you and your old man. I didn’t ask to fuck your mama.” He hadn’t wanted to either. Willard and his father tied him up and watched as the bitch rode Ryan’s tongue then his cock. He’d felt so fucking violated, and it only made him hate Val and CJ a little more. He’d fucking gone home, only to be summoned to the club and fear for his life.
“My momma’s pussy is priceless. We don’t let everybody have a taste.”
“No, fuckhead, your momma’s pussy isuseless. Proven by the fact that your old man allow other motherfuckers in it. If it was so fucking priceless, he’d treat it like it was special.”
Rage crossed Willard’s face. “That’s my momma!”
“It could be your granny. Still don’t make her pussy any less useless.”
“You don’t have a right—”
“I have every fucking right, fuckface. The minute I gave her dick, I got the authority to talk about that bitch any fucking way I please.”
“Can I come back now, Willy?” Wallace yelled.
“This isn’t over, cuck,” Willard warned, raising a hand to halt Wally’s advance. “You might not like that cunt who gave birth toyou, but I love my mama and I adore my old man. Respect them or else.”
It had been a long time since Ryan had felt anything for his mother. Yet, her words were still milling in his head, fucking with him. “Don’t call my mom a cunt. Respect her, motherfucker.” He flicked his cigarette away. “Or else.”
Willard lifted a dark brow. “Or what?”
“This.” Ryan balled his fist and punched Willard in the fucking mouth. Even though he’d put a lot of force behind the hit, the big motherfucker barely moved. Yet, Val had waylaid him with a single fist.
Willard shoved Ryan, and he stumbled out of the shelter, Frost and brambles crunched underneath his feet. Somehow, he managed not to fall on his ass.
“I should fucking kill you for putting your fucking hands on me,” Willard snarled, stalking to Ryan.
Willard was a killer. Ryan had seen him kill someone. But…his mother had begged for his life. She loved him. She was as fierce as they came. And Pops had knocked out Willard with one hit. He owed it to them to stand up to the overgrown hog.
“Stop fucking with me, Bart,” Ryan said. “You fucking forget yourself. I don’t fucking need you or your fucking friendship. You’re a fucking bore anyway, so you respect me or move on to a motherfucker who youcanintimidate.”
“You’re so fucking lucky that Bash says you can’t be hurt. I swear I’d break your fucking neck and throw you into the fucking water. There’s a pecking order andI’mthe leader.”
“Lead any motherfucker you choose,” Ryan retorted. “But I’m not dancing to your fucking music unless it’s what I want to do. Now, what the fuck did you summon me for? I broke away from the mall to sneak here and meet you.”
Motherfucking CJ was with Molly, so he hadn’t come, but Rory, Devon, the Terrible Triplets, Mark JB, and Lou were there.He’d been so fucking happy Rule had bowed out. The maniac was probably planning a sacrifice at some hidden altar.
“I’m here, Willy,” Wallace puffed out, red-faced and out of breath.
To be so hefty, he did a lot of fucking running.
“We’re ready to move to the next step with that half-breed.”
It took a moment for Ryan to remember Willard meant Harley.
“You owe us.”
Ryan heaved in a breath. “We don’t have Molly as a smokescreen anymore. Harley probably will ignore your messages since she knows Molly is in no shape to send them.”
“She’s already accepted my friend request, idiot.”
