Page 118 of Remiss
She didn’t specify who. Though Jana nodded as if Aunt Meggie could see her, and said, “yes,” Diesel suspected she meant Uncle Christopher.
Apparently, he did too because he said, “yeah, baby.”
“Welcome Jana into the house.”
“I’m waitin’ for you.”
“I suggest you don’t.”
“Megan–”
“All of the decisions were made without me. Deal with them.”
“Baby, please–”
“Stop, Outlaw. Just stop!”
Snapping his brows together, Uncle Christopher stiffened. “I ain’t fuckin’ Outlaw to you–”
“You’re not Outlaw to anyone,” Aunt Meggie retorted. “And I’m sick to death of Christopher. I need Outlaw. I want Outlaw. I want him to love me as only he could. I want my psycho back!” she yelled. “I adoreChristopher. He’s kind, funny, and loving. But Outlaw is the rock.”
“I don’t like you callin’ me Outlaw.”
“I don’t care whatyoulike, Christopher,” she spat.
“I fucked up Cash and Digger,” he blurted.
“Did you kill them?”
“I can if you want me to.”
“What doyouwant to do, Outlaw?”
“Megan, listen to me–”
“No,youlisten tome. What does your club mean to you?”
“Not as much as you mean to me.”
“Then if I mean that much to you, protect me. Outlaw knows what that means. Christopher’s love for me blinds him to reality.”
“Do you want Cash and Digger dead?”
“Do you?”
“Megan–”
“Is Outlaw or Christopher asking?”
Uncle Christopher swallowed. “Outlaw.”
“I see. They’re on my No-Kill list, idiots that they are. Youcannotkill our family, Outlaw.”
“I’ll kill anyfuckinbody I gotta to get you back.”
“You’re such a psycho.”
“Yeah, baby, but I’myourpsycho.”
