Page 179 of Rebellious

“She saved Tio.”

“You and Johnnie made her think he was a kid. Close to CJ’s age. Otherwise, I bet she woulda let that fuckhead die.”

“Before you kill Ember, even if you’re looking forward to Meggie’s applause—”

“What? Fuck no. You out your motherfuckin’ mind? Hell goddess more a handful than my sweet angel. Before I know it, she’ll want her own fuckin’ gun to shoot motherfuckers.”

“She has a No-Kill List. I doubt she’d ever become a killer—”

Outlaw narrowed his eyes. “You been talkin’ to my woman?”

“I haven’t seen her to talk to her.”

“Keep it that fuckin’ way.”

“I will. Now, let me monitor Ember. If I see she’s a problem, I’ll let you know.”

“I changed my mind. Kill her yourself. Megan might be too happy if I do it.”

Easton tensed. “I don’t like killing women.”

“A predator’s different.”

Diesel crossed Easton’s mind, but he kept his mouth shut on anything he might’ve observed with Rebel. “Could someone else do it?”

Scratching his jaw, he nodded and folded his arms. “I’ll send Diesel.”

Of course he would. “Diesel is your go-to man.”

“I suggest you don’t fuck with him. He’s a lil’ more psycho than me.”

“Should I fear him?”

“Should you? That’s up to your motherfuckin’ ass. If you want him to bitch you out, I ain’t steppin’ in. Back to CJ.”

Easton gave him a sour look.

“I think you on one of Megan’s lists, so I can’t pluck your fuckin’ eyes out. She’d put me in pussy no-man’s land and I’d fuckin’ die. But Ima think of something if you don’t fuckin’ scale that look back, assfuck.”

Duly noted. Now for the actual reason Easton called Outlaw. “CJ should compete with Ryan for the quarterback position. Davy Marksum wasn’t even in the running.”

“I’ll talk to him and see what the fuck’s up. I’ll let you know later today what the fuck to do.” He got to his feet. “Anyfuckinthing else?”

Apparently not. Easton shook his head.

“Jo comin’ home Monday, so Tuesday Ima take you to the bank and add your name to the school account. I’ll give you authorization for two grand a week. Everything else, me or Megan signin’ off on.”

Easton nodded.

“We take care of every fuckin’ thing around this motherfucker, so I ain’t too sure what the fuck you might need. Don’t mix business with personal. Account for everything you spend and you fine. Emergencies do come up, though.”

“They do,” Easton agreed.

“You got anybody in mind for your office re-do?” He glanced around again. “Redecoration or complete remodelin’?”

“Whatever you think it needs.” Bash always liked to have the final word.

Outlaw frowned. “I ain’t in this motherfucker. I just need to know how fuckin’ much to deposit into the fuckin’ account.”