“No. She—”
“Do you know what she did and said to Momma?” she blared.
Suddenly, Narci, Bishop, and Torrin materialized out of nowhere. Guilty fuckheads. If Digger wasn’t right there with them, Mort would’ve enjoyed their panic. He’d have no problem fuckingthemup. Unfortunately, his positionandto prove his loyalty would also require he fuck up Digger.
Motherfucker deserved stomping. Within an inch ofthislife, not miles into the next one, which Prez would surely demand.
Mortician would give his life for his brother if they were on the same fucking side. He refused to forfeit his goddamn life because Digger was a stupid, jealous, immature fuckhead who’d fucked up some kind of way. If Mort had to take Digger out—
Fuck, that would destroy him.
Hopefully, whatever the motherfucker started to tell Mortician was a salvageable offense. He hadn’t called Meggie out of her name to her face. Neither had he disrespected her in front of the brothers.
Fuck, he’d prefer to find out Digger sold dick to build Bunny her house. That would be fucked up enough and would result in divorce. Mort would beat the fuck out of him, but he’d be alive.
“What your ma told you?” Outlaw boomed.
A wild look turned Rebel’s face into the girl version of her daddy. “Told me?” she snarled, sounding like Satan’s wife.
Johnnie tugged at the collar of his T-shirt. He shifted. Noticing Mortician’s gaze, he lifted a brow,planted his feet firmly on the ground, and unbitched himself.
Potter joined the other three stupid motherfuckers, looking for all the world like he’d burst into tears at any fucking moment. Befriending dumb motherfuckers was his only crime. Made Mort wonder the type of stupid motherfuckerPotterwas to constantly have his life endangered because of the fucking company he kept.
Rebel continued to almost foam at the fucking mouth, a rabid little wolf unafraid of the alpha. She was standing toe-to-toe with Outlaw.
“Fuck Nyx and any other motherfucker who fucks with her.”
“Spoken like a precious little girl,” Diesel said sarcastically, walking in. He was dirty, wet, and muddy.
Behind him, CJ wasn’t in much better shape. Mort nodded to little bro.
“Hey, Uncle Mort,” CJ greeted, inadvertently saving Diesel’s life, and yawning.
Poor kid. He needed a blunt. Fuck, they all did. If Mort wasn’t pressed for time, he’d suggest to Prez they take a minute in the mancave.
“What your ma said, Rebel?” Outlaw asked impatiently, seemingly unaware Reb probably would’ve ripped Diesel from limb to limb.
“She didn’t tell me anything, Father! Isaw. Momma’s used to these three little assholes.” She jerked her fingers from Axel to Ransom to Ryder. “She’s used to fuckery and nonsense fromus.” She stomped her foot. “There’s no reason why she would fall apart because of those birth control advocates.”
“Fucking Reb,” Val said, snickering.
“Reb, can I talk to you?” Bishop called faintly.
Outlaw raised his hand. “No, the fuck you can’t. Not until Reb tell me,show me, what the fuck she talkin’ about.”
“Maybe, maybe, you should check on Meggie, Prez,” Digger managed.
Rebel growled and started forward. Digger ran behind Mortician while Prez seized Rebel around her waist.
Reaching behind him, Mortician grabbed a handful of Digger’s hair and yanked him, then shoved him away.
“You’re next, Uncle Digger,” Rebel vowed, struggling in her daddy’s arms. “I’ve ordered a fucking flamethrower. Run, motherfucker. Run. Because when it comes, I’m incinerating you, Nyx—”
“What the fuck’s goin’ on?” Outlaw demanded before she finished her list of fuckheads who needed retribution.
Since Digger was involved, Mort opted for beatings.
“Tell menow,” Outlaw continued, holding his daughter tightly. “I checked the fuckin’ video and ain’t found fuck all.”
