Page 132 of Remiss
“The fuck I don’t."
Christopher wasn’t sure why everybody threatened Johnnie, instead of just fucking him up. Yeah, fuck, promising dire consequences to that fuckhead released tension, but it also wasted fucking breath and time.
“This what the fuck you doin’,” Christopher said irritably. “Let Kendall talk to Bash first. He might fuckin’ tell her what she want to know and prepare her for meetin’ Jana.”
“Kendall’s going to be so disappointed in me,” Johnnie said bleakly.
“You underestimate her, Dad,” Rory said, shaking his head. “Jana was born before you even met Mom.”
Johnnie’s lips tightened into a flat line.
“If Bash ain’t tellin’ her, then you got to break it to her,” Christopher went on, “and then introduce her to your girl.”
“That isn’t my girl! Hopper’s a fucking liar.”
“Next,” Christopher continued, not interested in debating with Johnnie. “No matter the truth, if Jana ain’t wantin’ to get to know you, then back off.”
“No problem there,” Johnnie said bitterly, turned and stalked to the bar.
Ten minutes later, Johnnie sat at the bar, sipping a whisky, unable to believe this latest turn of events.
He’d seen himself in every inch of the girl. She had gray eyes and blonde hair with vestiges of Hopper here and there. He also saw Mattie, Rory, JJ, and Blade.Logan.
Even without a paternity test, he knew she was his.
He didn’t want her. He didn’t want to be the fuckhead with a long-lost child. A club girl especially couldn’t be her mother.
Without invitation, Diesel dropped into the seat next to him.
Johnnie glared at the motherfucker. “Is this your idea of a fucking joke?”
“Not at all,” Diesel replied. “I intend to marry Jana. Why would I joke about that? I wanted her to meet everyone. I didn’t mean to cause all this upheaval.”
Johnnie wanted to kill Diesel. And Jana. “Get her the fuck away from here.”
“She’s my fiancé,” Diesel said. “Where I am, she is.”
“How the fuck do you have a fiancé when you still have a wife?”
“I’m legally separated from my wife,” Diesel replied. “What the fuck is it to you?”
The surge of hot anger left Johnnie dizzy. “What the fuck is it to me? What do you mean, motherfucker?” He glowered. “She won’t get a red cent from me. Send her back to the slut who gave birth to her. I won’t claim her, and I refuse to do a paternity test.”
Diesel narrowed his eyes. “No one asked you for a motherfucking paternity test, Johnnie.”
“She’s here for some reason,” Johnnie fumed.
“I just fucking told you why she’s here. I’m marrying her.”
Over Johnnie’s dead body. Or Diesel’s.
If Jana didn’t leave on her own, Johnnie would physically throw her out. He couldn’t kill Diesel as much as he disliked that motherfucker. Christopher would take exception to that.
“This is Kendall’s fault.”
“I’ve known Jana for several years,” Diesel responded.
Johnnie shook his head. “Suppose this is a setup? By Bash. It’s all so convenient, Diesel. Humiliating. Grandda would be so ashamed of me.”
