Snake Charmer (Rawkfist MC Book 2)

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breath.
    “Give me whatever you got. Water will
do if you’re stingy.”
    I glance back at Justice and tell her
to get him a soda. When I look at Zeb, he’s studying Christine and shaking his
head.
    “Two divorces,” he says.
    Christine doesn’t respond while Justice
and Poppy step onto the porch. Zeb takes his drink and looks over Poppy.
    “This one looks like you. Real fine
looking girl.”
    “Well, it’s official,” Justice tells
Poppy. “All old people want to gyrate their rickety hips against you.”
    “I think they’re just looking to steal
my youth.”
    Christine sighs loudly. “Would you like
to come inside, Dad?”
    “Am I welcome inside? I heard you
kicked your mother out some time back.”
    “She was acting like a rude bitch,”
Poppy says before Christine can stop her.
    “She’s your elder,” Zeb says, defending
the ex-wife he loathes.
    “I’m sixteen. Most people are my elder.
What’s your point?”
    “Heard your girls have big mouths too.
Which one of you is the snitch?”
    Justice raises her hand. “That’s me,
Peepaw, so watch yourself tonight. I’d hate to have to rat you out to the
coppers.”
    Zeb grunts. “I guess I could sit down.”
    While they walk inside, I hurry around
back and look for Jared. He’s throwing the ball with Otto. I pause to watch
them play and wonder if my dad ever missed having a son.
    “What’s up?” Jared asks me when I only
stand nearby watching them.
    “Zeb’s here, and he’s already making
everyone’s life better.”
    “Oh, I’m sure he is.”
    Jared throws me the ball and smiles
when I catch it. He leaves Otto and me to play. I know I ought to return to the
house, but I’m tense enough about seeing Donovan tomorrow. I need a small break
from the old man’s jackassery.
    “I want you to break your date with
that man,” the boy says, taking the ball from me.
    “I do what I want, Otto. My father
can’t boss me around, and I won’t let you either.”
    “He’s not right for you.”
    “Who told you that?”
    Otto shrugs. “It’s just something I
heard.”
    “From who?”
    “No one. I heard someone say that on
TV.”
    “Then you should know it’s not
something to say to me. Do you remember what I told you when you came to live
here? You and I need to be square with each other. I won’t baby you because
you’re too old to hear lies, and you won’t lie to me because I’ll see right
through it. You said you agreed that day. Are you changing your mind now?”
    “No,” he says, kicking the ground.
    “Well, all right then. Let’s go inside
and play buffer for Christine and Zeb. I also want to make sure Court isn’t
nibbling at the food. Justice doesn’t feed him enough or something because he’s
always showing up here and eating everything.”
    Otto loses his frown and follows me to
the house where all hell has broken loose.
    “You stole her virginity!” Zeb yells at
Jared.
    “Stop talking about my parents
fucking!” Justice yells.
    “You’re not helping,” Court tells his
wife, who winks at him.
    Christine only stands with her arms
crossed and gaze focused on a back wall. I suspect she’s gone to a happy place
where she’s orphaned and childless.
    Standing next to our mother, Poppy
squirts Zeb with the water bottle we use on the cats. “Bad, Peepaw!”
    “Would you all shut up?” Jared hollers.
    “You’re not my father!” Poppy yells
back.
    On the couch, Felix and Matilda watch
the yelling adults. They’re unsure if the display is amusing or terrifying.
Otto laughs next to me.
    “She squirted him.”
    “That she did,” I say, ruffling his
messy hair.
    Zeb steps closer to Jared and growls,
“I raised Christine to be a good girl, and you turned her into a…”
    “Don’t you dare say it,” Jared growls
right back.
    Poppy squirts Zeb again and then takes
a shot at Jared. My father reaches for the bottle, so she bolts for the back
door and uses me as a shield.
    “Do something,” she demands before
squirting a

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