Uncle Digger sniffed, but snapped his mouth shut.
CJ waited until Aunt Bunny snapped several photos before he turned and looked at Uncle Digger. “We were just talking about why my mom isn’t here,” he said mildly. “She doesn’t want to embarrass me.”
“I can understand that,” Aunt Zoann agreed, though reluctance marred her words. She sighed and glanced at Ryan, offering him a sad smile. “It’s time for us to get the fuck, Bunny,” she said, forcing lightness into her tone.
The door to the kitchen opened and a line of girls wearing only thongs and clear platform sandals streamed in. Narci and Bishop gripped the edges of two bamboo poles attached to a litter piled with pillows. As more of it came into view, CJ saw Nyx laying back. She was nude, with her legs bent and spread, showing off a pussy bush dyed neon green. Torrin and Zephyr held the two poles on the back of the litter.
Whistles, yells, and claps filled the room as the girls led the litter to a platform where one of the pool tables should be. More girls poured from the kitchen and the noise increased to a frenzied pitch.
Dad walked to his usual place where he conducted church, although the podium hadn’t been brought out. Uncle Digger stood and went to Dad’s side. When Dadwhistled, Uncle Digger added, “Shut the fuck up, motherfuckers.”
Silence gradually fell.
“Ain’t gonna keep you long,” Dad started.
Until Ryan said, “oh my fuck,” and all hell broke lose.
The first time Eliza Bart walked into the club, Ryan felt a moment’s panic that immediately eased when she looked around and left. But it was only a temporary reprieve. Just as Outlaw spoke, Ryan caught sight of Eliza again, amongst the crowd of chicks who’d come out of the kitchen after Nyx had been carried in.
He hadn’t meant to call attention to himself again, but that’s exactly what he did. This time, even Eliza saw him.
“What the fuck you—”
That was as far as Outlaw got.Momsaw her and moved so fast in Eliza’s direction, she was just a blur.
“Bitch!” Mom punched Eliza. Hard.
Harder than hard.
Harder than some men would.
Hard.
“Fuck, Bitsy—” Uncle Christopher called as Ryan, Pops, and everyone at the table jumped up.
Eliza was a tough bitch, though. She screamed at the contact of Mom’s fist, stumbled back,and quickly recovered, ignoring the blood pouring from her nose. She swung at Mom, hitting her in the stomach.
The crowd hampered access to the two women. But there was enough room for the fight and for Ryan’s clear view since everyone gathered around in a circle with some sitting at tables and others pressing against each other on the sidelines.
Ryan thought his mother would give in. Instead, it enraged her.
“Puff!” Pops called.
“Chester, baby,” Mortician said.
Mom heardnothing. Ryan stared stupidly at his mother. She was fucking fighting, ducking, weaving, bobbing, and throwing punches like a pro boxer.
“Do you know who you’re fucking with, cunt?” Eliza screamed.
“A dead bitch,” Mom snarled, and punched her in her mouth. “You fucked with my son.” She kicked her knee.
Pops and Uncle Christopher finally got to them and tried to drag Mom away. Either they weren’t trying hard enough or she was too enraged because Mortician and Cash had to join in.
“Who are you?” Eliza demanded.
“Zoann, go to my fuckin’ office,” Uncle Christopher said. “Lemme handle this.”
Mom kicked him. “Fuck you. She didn’t force your son to fuck her.”
