A/N: Funky Dineva is a youtuber!
"You dumb bastard!" The words full of hate and and scorn.
Juice's lips tighten. Controlling the smile. How many times has Chibs called him that over the years.
"You two?" Chibbs points. "Partners in crime eh?"
"He's had me bound and gagged, and at gunpoint too" Unser admits.
"I don't wanna hear about your honeymoon fellas. Why are you wasting my fucking time?" Chibs growls.
"I need your help!" Juice whines.
"Unser, get out of here" Chib says with raised eyebrows. "You don't want to waste your last few months on this bullshit" They both look at him weary eyed in the corner of the booth. He's probably aged another three years just sitting here, smelling the tension.
"You gonna be okay?" He asks him.
"He will be. He's safe here in cop city!" Chibs said glancing around at the gang in blue.
"Juice, call me, if you need anything" Unser said as Juice got up and let him out.
His quietly thanks him. Now they're alone and Chibs staring at him like he just dragged a puppy on a table and stabbed it with a fork. This father-son bond is fractured. But he can't tell it's not completely broken. He can feel it in the oil soaked air. He can see it in the lonliest spot of his eyes. Sitting here, he feels calmer than ever.
"You have every right to-"
"Don't give me the lifetime bullshit brother. You don't get to tell us what to do. Not now, not ever. The only reason I can't blow your face off, is because we're in a cafe full of bacon" He spits out.
"When has that ever stopped you? You could end me right now" Juice goads him.
"You don't get the pleasure of knowing our plans. Snitch!" Chibs leans over the table, stopping himself from sneering. His "brother" waited until he's seated before he reaches out, lone finger over Chibs' hair. Juice knows that he's risking everything as his index finger strokes Chibs face. Over his cheek and tickling one half of his scar.
"I've missed the fuck out of you man. If you didn't feel the same you would have left the moment you clocked me" Juice said typing on his phone.
"You fucked everything up!"
"How's Jarry? I heard you and the new Sheriff are getting too close. I've looked her up. She's got a record, believe it or not"
"The power of rich white woman, as Funky Dineva would say. You're the last person that can throw stones" Chib snorts, looking at his phone.
"You're the only person that can catch me. Wendy and Unser drove me to this shitty motel nearby. I've sent you the address. If you feel anything for me, you'll be there at six" Juice said, as he brought his cap further over his face and got up. He couldn't look at him. The disappointment hurt too much. He walks out of the diner, knowing that if he fucks this up, this will be the last bad decision that he makes.