Page 180 of Rebellious

“I need to look at what I want. I don’t know,” Easton admitted. “I’m thinking remodeling, but then I’d want to do the outer office, too.”

“Lemme know. I also need costs and logistics to secure the buildings. The flow of students move from buildin’ to buildin’ with ease. I don’t want that disrupted. We probably need to hire motherfuckers for that.”

“I thought you were brushing me off.”

“I heard every motherfuckin’ thing you said. You called me here for CJ and we talked about everyfuckinthing. I ain’t fuckin’ up Bash or Cleaner. I better not fuckin’ regret lettin’ them live cuz I got half a fuckin’ mind to blow them the fuck up and not fuckin’ worry about any possible survivin’ members comin’ after you for talkin’ or comin’ after Megan to destroy me.”

“Possible surviving members?”

“My ass as thorough as possible, but we missin’ core motherfuckers who helped me annihilate assfucks.”

Easton nodded, waiting for Outlaw to go into detail, but he returned to the matter at hand.

“You wanna see Molly?” he continued, picking up where he left off. “Be prepared to be Diesel’s gopher cuz he comin’ and he’s still your fuckin’ sponsor. You don’t like Diesel? That’s on you, too. He a death wishy motherfucker, so you might out-survive him. The school wide open. We changin’ that. CJ need a mentor here, since my ass got club business and Megan and a bunch of other lil’ motherfuckers. You want the job? Just keep me informed and tell me what the fuck I need to do. You think Ember a predator but don’t want that bitch to die. Diesel might be a fuckin’ hypocritical motherfucker, but he like to fuckin’ kill.”

“Uh, hypocritical—?”

“Ain’t a motherfucker close to me don’t know Diesel should die cuz of Rebel. But that’s my kid, too. Megan and CJ think he got some decency in him. What he do have is that whiny bitch and I think he stayin’ kinda sane for her. So, yeah, Easton, I heard what the fuck you said and what the fuck you ain’t said.”

“I understand.”

“You don’t. You think I’m like fuckin’ Bash. You think tellin’ me what the fuck I wanna hear’ll keep you alive. All that’ll do is get you outta this position and make me lose respect for you. I ain’t trustin’ you and your cock around Megan. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you could handle whatever come your fuckin’ way.”

“You threw me in the middle of the fucking lion’s den with no one to guide me.”

“Ain’t had time to vet a motherfucker and put him on the payroll. I got faith in you.”

Easton snapped his brows together. No one outside of his parents had ever said those words to him and meant them. Even when Bash finally trusted him and took Easton into his confidence, the specter of Tio always loomed between them.

“You’re tough, Easton. You survived Bash. Cleaner. You got Molly out. You want to be my moral compass?” Outlaw shook his head. “Only Megan can do that. Only she can rein in my killin’. I love her. I love my family. I love Diesel. I don’t like that motherfucker sometimes. And what I’m about to say not right, but if Diesel was the fifteen-year-old and Rebel was the thirty-year-old, I wouldn’t give a fuck. I already told you why. Even worse, that motherfucker my legal fuckin’ son. This shit not easy. It won’t be easy if I gotta kill him. It won’t be easy if I gotta evict him. That’ll be harder because he’ll still be alive and the boys would want to see him, especially Axel. I would bar Rebel from havin’ contact and that would cause problems, too. It’ll just be easier to kill him. To me, killin’ always easier. The problem eliminated. Megan value family and I value her. She’s my life. My wife. My Megan. Now, anyfuckinthing else you want to throw at my ass?”

“How could I have known you heard me when you didn’t respond?”

“You right,” Outlaw said with another shrug. “From now on, know that if I ain’t answerin’ you immediately, it just mean I’m thinkin’ while we talk about other shit.”

“Got it.”

“Ima talk to my boy and hit you up in a lil’ while.”

“You won’t be at the club?”

“Nope. Me and Megan leavin’ tomorrow for a road trip. She gonna wanna be with the kids tonight.”

“You don’t.”

Outlaw smiled. “Whatever she at, that’s where I wanna be.”

“Some might call that being a bad father.”

“Ain’t givin’ a good fuck. I was put on the earth to please Megan. As long as she love me, I’m fine.” He started off, then stopped again. “About Molly.”

Easton’s tension returned. “What about her?”

“She got a long way to go to heal, especially mentally. She turnin’ eighteen in February. If she ever ready to come back and live a normal life, and you reconnect with her, remember three things. You did what you needed to save her. You were a victim, too. And an age gap ain’t nothin’ that you can’t overcome.”

“Thank you.”

“Ain’t nothin’ but a thing,” he said, and left.