Page 29 of Remiss
“Good for Bishop. Hopefully, you gave him good head for the lesson.”
Torrin, Diesel’s best friend, dragged Tauriel over from the pool area, where they’d just finished a game. Like Fia, Tauriel only wore key-hole panties and nothing else, not even shoes.
Christopher wasn’t sure if the girls wanted to become Bobs or if they just liked the attire.
Torrin settled his hands on Tennysee’s waist, bent and kissed her. “Let’s leave this grump be, babe,” he said, nodding to Narci. “Come and party with us.”
Irritation crossed Narci’s face. “She doesn’t need to party with you or anyone else, Torrin,” he snapped. “She needs to goin the fucking kitchen.” He pointed at the door next to the bar. “Go.”
“Okay,” she mumbled, turned, and ran off.
Snickering, Torrin grabbed Tauriel’s hand, flipped Narci off, and disappeared down the hallway.
Christopher rolled his eyes and checked his watch. 7:18. It wouldn’t be long before one of the women walked in. They’d gotten their nails done, had a glass of wine, blazed the fuck out of their husbands, and eaten.
Fia and Tennysee served the parfait with smiles and conversation. As usual, Fia was more outgoing and talkative, secure in herself and unconcerned at her nearly naked state.
He couldn’t help but wonder what led her to follow Nyx’s lead. Though Fia was twenty like Nyx had been, she wasn’t as hardened as that bitch.
“Goddamn, this shit delicious!” Digger scraped the last of the dessert from the glass and held it up. “You got more?”
“You can have mine, Uncle Digger,” CJ called, standing from his chair and carrying the parfait over. He set it in front of Digger, then nodded behind him. “My plate’s there, too.”
Christopher searched his son’s face. “You not hungry, boy?” he asked, knowing he was. CJ had wanted to go home to eat.
“No, Dad,” CJ said, just as his stomach growled.
“Either you starving or you gassy.” Digger licked the whipped cream from the spoon, set it aside, and sniffed the air. “Don’t smell a fart.”
Flushing, CJ shoved his hands in his pants and glanced away.
“We have beer,” Fia announced, returning to the table with a tray of bottles.
Glancing from his son to glare at Fia, Christopher clenched his jaw. She stumbled back. Luckily, Narci grabbed the tray and saved the beer, although he looked a little sick, too.
“I’m sorry!” Fia cried. “I’m sorry!”
“What did you do, sweetheart?” Johnnie drawled.
“I don’t know!” She burst into tears. “Don’t kill me please!”
Before hedidshoot her, Christopher smiled at his boy. “We all ate, son. Ain’t none of us…” He could barely get the word out. Resting his elbows on the table, he met CJ’s eyes. “We ain’t die, boy.”
CJ swallowed and lowered his lashes.
“CJ!” Fia wailed. “I—”
“You’re fine, bae,” CJ said softly. “I just…if Mom had cooked…” He looked away. “I’m still Outlaw’s son. You might overdose me because I didn’t smile at you right.”
“No! No! No!” Fia cried.
If she was giving Christopher a headache, he could only imagine how CJ felt, so he got to his feet.
“Listen up, cunt, if you don’t shut the fuck up, Iwillshoot the fuck outta you.”
Sobbing pitifully, she turned and fell into Tennysee’s arms.
“It doesn’t mean I can’t be a part of the club, Dad.”
