Page 203 of Remiss
Mom kissed Axel’s cheek and CJ almost lost his fucking shit.
Axel looked at CJ again, his eyes gleaming. “By the way, Mom, when I become a Dweller, don’t stop calling me sweet pea. Any motherfucker that don’t like it can fuck themselves or paythe fucking price. You’re my mom. What you call me ain’t their fucking business.” That little fuckhead never once dropped his gaze from CJ.
Meanwhile, CJ couldn’t look away. It was as if the miserable little monster had put him in a trance.
“Oh my god, you’re a messy little motherfucker,” Rebel said, giggling. “I love it!”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Mom said sternly, finally releasing Axel to greet everyone else, and offer another glare at Thumper. Realizing Rebel stood, she frowned. “Why aren’t you sitting, love?”
“I have no place to sit, Momma.”
Mom leaned over to see around Kaia, Rebel, and Diesel. “That’s my daughter’s table,” she said.
“It didn’t say reserved nowhere,” one of the guys said. “We’ve claimed it as our own.”
“Of course,” Mom said politely. “Kaia, help Reb to her daddy’s table.”
“Meggie, we missed you so much,” Fia called as Kaia did Mom’s bidding. “We’ve been holding down the kitchen for you. CJ won’t eat. We swear we’d kill ourselves, pluck our eyes out, rip our fingernails off, cut out our…our…pussies before we hurt him.”
“I have more than one child,” Mom pointed out.
“That applies to all of them,” Fia squeaked.
“Remember that or you’ll be subjected to everything on your gory list and more.”
Fia’s nose reddened and her lips trembled.
Mom rolled her eyes. “Do you have anything cooked?”
“J-just l-leftovers.”
“Can you bring me a plate?” Mom pointed to her spot at Dad’s table. “Christopher has been extolling your cooking skills. I’m anxious to taste your food for myself.”
“Mom, are you sure that’s a good idea?” CJ blurted.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Thumper drag himself to the railing by the pool tables and lean against it.
“Why wouldn’t it be, potato?”
Hearing her nickname for him eased his entire being, but he swallowed at her confusion and shrugged.
“I-I don’t know.”
“Oh, wait. Are you worried they’ll poison you again?”
“Maybe,” CJ mumbled.
“A valid concern, son. So…” She turned to Diesel. “Kill them.”
“WHAT?” CJ exploded.
“Meggie, no!” Fia screamed.
“Are you serious, Mom?” Axel asked, breathless. But in the wrong way. He was a bloodthirsty little motherfucker andwantedMom to say yes.
Which, fuck it all, she fuckingdid.
“Mom—”
