Page 87 of Relentles
“You already took mine,” Diesel said, brimming with hostility.
“You not a grown bitch, Rebel,” Daddy said sharply. “You can’t have another beer.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
Suspicion entered her father’s eyes, but she gave him a wide grin.
“Momma is probably wondering where we’re at.”
He nodded. “True. But you still can’t have another fuckin’ beer, baby.”
Rebel smiled.
“Bishop, walk with Rebel and carry the shit back for her. I’ll strap the lil’ motherfucker in his car seat, then talk to Megan while I wait for you two.”
“Can I ride with you, Reb, and Gunner, Dad?” Rule asked.
“Sure, boy,” Dad responded, turning toward the door.
As her gang of brothers followed their father, Rebel nodded to Bishop.
“Ready, Shop?”
Later, she’d go over the events and figure out why her father suddenly allowed Bishop to escort her home after he’d sworn to kill him for talking to her. Maybe, CJ reassured Daddy that Bishop meant her no harm. There was a lesson to be learned, one she was sure would be useful in handling how her father treated Diesel.
She just had to discover the answer.
Later.
When her family was normal. But, most importantly, once she uncovered who her father had spent his evening with.
It definitely hadn’t been Momma.
Chapter Fourteen –Christopher
Dressed in scrubs, plastic gloves, and wearing a face mask, Christopher cradled Jo in his arms, staring at her tiny face. She looked like a little doll with Kewpie features and dark hair, currently marred by oxygen tubes. He’d believed she’d began to focus on him. Now, he wasn’t so sure, especially if something wrong with her retina left her in danger of a total loss of vision.
Blindness wasn’t something he wanted for his baby girl, but he’d bring in whoever he needed to. The specialists, along with him, Megan, and her brothers and sister, would support her and teach her to thrive with the use of her other senses.
She just needed to be alive to do it.
She blinked and her eyelids drooped, before she opened them again, as if she wanted to make sure he was still there.
He smiled, although she couldn’t see his grin because of the mask he wore.
Windows surrounded the unit, allowing him to see his brothers milling about and awaiting him. Once he finished here and was back in the room with Megan, he’d send them to their families.
Jo was the only baby on the unit tonight, so there was a skeleton crew with only Torie and her supervisor on duty.
Torie tapped his arm. She smiled gently at him before lifting her mask into place.
“If you not textin’ me about Jo, don’t text me,” he told her, annoyed anything distracted him from his daughter. But, if Megan had been downstairs for any reason, and he’d gotten that fucking text—thosefucking texts…
Goddamn. He didn’t even want to consider it.
“You were nice to me,” she told him. “You didn’t have to do what you did.”
The moment he’d walked in and received her text asking if he’d made it home safely and letting him know she’d awakened her son to tell him she could pay Santa, Christopher had smiled, imagining the kid’s reaction and told her he was fine. It was her second text, doubling down on wanting to know if he was safely at home that made him call her.
