Diesel #3
“You’re not a fucking woman. FUCK! You’re not even sixteen. That would be a little better. Slightly more palatable. I’d still go to fucking jail if Uncle Christopher didn’t kill me first, but at fucking least you wouldn’t be…you wouldn’t be…” He didn’t even know what to say anymore.
She shoved him. “I don’t want Jana to move in here. Or in the treehouse. And the only reason Kaia was allowed to move in was to block him from getting to know me. You’re all playing with my life—”
“What fucking life? Shopping and school and make-up?”
“I hate you,” she cried. “Whose fault is it that I don’t have friends outside of my cousins? Whose fault is it that I don’t go to the movies or to get a hamburger or to a festival or anywhere with Kaia?”
“Why Kaia?”
“That should be obvious, genius. I like him. We’re supposed to be going steady.”
Diesel clenched his jaw so he wouldn’t tell Rebel about Fia and Kaia. “You can’t go fucking steady with anyone. You’re too young.”
“Fuck you, hypocrite. You’re just like that man. I’m too young? What about Devon, Rory, and Rule? Yet, you motherfuckers encouraged them to sleep with the club girls. What about Ryan and Fia? CJ and Ember LeBan…?”
Diesel clapped a hand over Rebel’s mouth, afraid Aunt Meggie would overhear. “Shut your fucking mouth,” he warned, low.
She stomped his foot. Thankfully, he wore boots, and she was in her bare feet. Angry with her, he grabbed her and shook her.
“Behave,” he warned through gritted teeth, concerned at the mutinous look in her eyes. “You’re too fucking spoiled for your own fucking good, Rebel. Behave, goddamn you.”
Slowly, her muscles relaxed and she nodded.
“I’m releasing you. Step aside so I can pass by. Do you understand me?”
Her eyes glittering, she licked her lips and ran her finger down his chest. If he released her arms, he wasn’t sure what the fuck she’d do. She cocked her head to the side.
“Do you know I’ve paid attention to how the club girls talk to the bikers?”
He shoved her away, then stooped to get his bag. By the time he stood, she’d blocked him. The hallway was much bigger than the space in her room when she’d cornered him there. But each time he moved, she did as well.
“For all that’s fucking holy, Rebel, stop.”
Instead, she pressed herself against him. Cursing under his breath, he turned his head.
“You’re trying to get me fucking killed. You know there are cameras.”
“Yeah, because that man’s as much a misogynist as you.”
“Stop calling him that!”
“He isn’t a woman, so what do you want me to call him?”
“Your father. Daddy.”
“Can I call you ‘daddy’? Won’t that mean you have to spank me since I’m being such a bad girl? I promise I’ll just bend over so you’ll only see my bare bottom.”
Images of her body, so perfect and beautiful, rose in Diesel’s head and his cock roared to life. His nuts throbbed and he felt a little dizzy.
Breathing heavily, he met her triumphant gaze, and he fucking hated her.
“Are you proud of yourself?” he demanded, unable to keep the fury out of his voice.
“Exceedingly.”
“You’re a reckless little bitch and a spoiled little cunt.”
Hurt bloomed on her face, but he was too angry to care.
He also knew the one thing that would make her back away from him and Jana.
He’d kill Jana’s dream of doing cool sister things with Rebel, but it would save his fucking life.
Because if they were alone and he was drunk or high… more anger burned into him.
Once he returned and saw to Jana, he’d get rid of Kaia, but for now he had to make Rebel back off. Hopefully, one day she’d forgive him and understand why he had to do it.
“Torie was always proud of herself when I fucked her,” he said coldly.
It took a moment for Rebel to register the words, but when she did, she recoiled.
“I fucked her several times and enjoyed her pussy. She was an excellent fuck and an even better cocksucker. Since you spy on the club girls, I’m sure you know about sixty-nining? We did that, too.”
He ignored the pain and betrayal on her face, and didn’t try to stop her when she slapped the shit out of his cheek.
“If you ever fucking talk to me again, I’ll kill you,” she spat, turned and ran back to her room, her sobs floating to him.
At the sound of her door slamming, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. Footsteps pounding up the stairs reached him and he straightened, forcing a smile on his face when CJ and Uncle Christopher came into view.
“I’m going hang out with Reb,” CJ said with a small smile and a nod to Diesel.
Uncle Christopher pinned Diesel with an inscrutable look until after CJ knocked on Rebel’s door and she let him in.
“Reb back to being pissed at me, huh?”
Wary, Diesel nodded.
“Megan still not talking to me either.” He dug in his pocket for cigarettes and a lighter. “You?”
“Uh, a little,” Diesel said, accepting the cigarette and waiting until Uncle Christopher lit it. “I did most of the talking when I visited her earlier. I think she’s annoyed that I didn’t seem firmly on her side like the rest of the kids were.”
Unease slid through Diesel at the extended silence, but he followed Uncle Christopher’s lead and smoked.
“You think your ma gonna leave me?”
“What? No! Of course not. She loves you.”
“She ain’t never said what she did before. By now, she usually talk to me or text me. Or at one time she did. Ever since…” Shaking his head, he released smoke through his mouth and nose.
He offered Diesel a half-smile. “Be careful on the road, boy.”
“I will, Uncle Chris.”
“Get in, kill those motherfuckers, and get out. By the time you arrive, the remainin’ patients will be moved.
Call the meetin’ and gather all the motherfuckers there that night or on call, blow them up, or set them on fire, and get the fuck.
We can’t have this shit traced back to us.
We got contacts there, but it’ll be a lot stickier and more expensive. Understand?”
Diesel nodded. “It’ll also piss of Johnnie’s faction if they find out.”
“That too.”
Jamming his cigarette in the corner of his mouth, Diesel held out his hand, relieved when Uncle Christopher accepted it. He headed toward the staircase.
“Diesel?”
Diesel halted on the edge of the landing.
“You did good with Reb. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, sir,” Diesel said quietly, refusing to show how much those words meant, but standing just a little taller.