Chapter 48 – Diesel #2
“Shut up,” she snarled. “Just shut the fuck up. You have the fucking nerve to be hurt by my words and can’t understand why what the fuck you did to me hurt me.”
“I apologized.”
“Fuck you. It was meaningless. You don’t even know what you did, so how the fuck can you fucking apologize?”
“You said you were hurt.”
“You didn’t see it, though.” Rebel gestured to Jana. “We all see her pain. You’re just ignoring it.”
“How the fuck can you go from saying you want to…” Diesel’s focus was Jana. “Never mind.”
“From saying I want to fucking marry you to hating you? Or from saying I want to marry you while defending Jana, which I also hold against you by the way. You made me accept her before I could pout and cry and stomp and try to make you feel really fucking bad.” She sniffed and folded her arms, missing Axel’s admiration. “So which is it, fuck face?”
“Suppose I said it’s neither?”
“Then I’d call you a new motherfucking liar. Only ten months of my fucking life were spent without knowing you, Diesel. I know you.”
“How can you defend Jana?”
“Probably ‘cause no other motherfucker was defending her, Diesel,” Axel said with disgust. “She’s our family now, so we got to take up for her when Diesel’s not around.”
“What Axel said,” Rebel said.
“You think I’m part of the family?” Jana whispered.
“You are,” Rebel said. “So ironic. I’m throwing Diesel the fuck out of my family after accepting you.”
“Whatever Diesel did to you, he didn’t mean it,” Jana said.
“Diesel means every fucking thing he does,” Rebel said. “He’s a fuck face fuckhead and is the one who set Kaia up with Fia just so I’d find out.”
Rebel was right. She did know him, but that didn’t help his guilt. It didn’t take away his role in how hurt she was right now.
“I love him,” Jana said.
Rebel studied Diesel, her blue eyes touching every angle before she held his gaze. The question in her depths morphed into realization. Clenching his jaw, Diesel glanced away.
“You know what I’ve realized over the years watching my parents, Jana?
” Rebel said, still looking at him. “That you have to give someone a chance to apologize and show a different side of themselves. You have to be open to love if you can only see what’s in front of you.
” She dragged her gaze away from him and looked at Jana.
“Take you for instance. Diesel can’t stand any other man looking at you or talking to you.
You don’t get jealous over someone if you don’t care a little.
Unfortunately, he’s a cave man with a Neanderthal brain and not very in touch with his feelings. ”
Jana giggled and Rebel smiled.
“I-I’ll bring your clothes back in the morning,” Jana said.
“Keep them. I have more.”
“Okay. Can I raid your closet again?”
“I swear to Christ, Diesel, if I have to do one more thing that you should do, I might fucking marry Jana just to be fucking petty,” Rebel snapped, then glared at Jana. “We’re going to the fucking mall next week. I’ll buy you a bunch of new stuff to welcome you into the family.”
“I never know what to buy myself,” Jana said.
Rebel threw Diesel a putrid look. “I’m well versed in shopping. I got you covered.”
“I’ll give you my debit card, Jana,” Diesel said.
“I couldn’t—”
“Yes, you can,” Rebel piped in.
When no one else said anything, she and Axel left. Kaia stumbled behind like a lost puppy.
“Jana, whisper to me who said what,” Diesel ordered.
Listening to what they did to Jana infuriated him on its own but hearing how that cunt told Rebel about Kaia incensed him. Maybe if he hadn’t hurt Rebel so terribly, he wouldn’t have been so fucking pissed.
“Fia, Tauriel, Tennysee, go home,” Diesel ordered.
The girls hauled ass. He’d deal with Fia later.
“Kenny, walk Ryder, Ransom, and Jana home. Now,” Diesel said. “I have to call Uncle Christopher.”
“Who you wanna shoot, boy?” he said after Diesel walked to the conference room and explained the situation. “Yarrow, Cara or Heidi?”
He wanted to fucking gut all those cunts, but he didn’t have time for the meatshack.
Diesel lit a cigarette. “I don’t mind killing all of them, Uncle Christopher.”
“We might have to look at older bitches. These younger ones workin’ on my last goddamn nerve.”
“Agreed.”
“Can I kill Kaia?”
“Not yet, boy.”
Disappointed, Diesel grunted.
“You need me to come to the club or you got it handled?”
“It’s handled,” Diesel swore, and disconnected.
He walked to Uncle Christopher’s table where he’d had his shirt and guns, got his .9mm from the holster and walked to the backyard again.
Craving a cold beer, Diesel walked outside again, amazed that Heidi, Yarrow, and Cara sat talking as if they didn’t have a fucking care in the world. It didn’t escape him that Narci, Torrin, and Huck had the others seated with them.
Seeing him approach, Heidi stopped talking and straightened in her seat, wariness in her eyes. “Hey, babe. How’s Jenna?”
“Jana,” Diesel said politely and jammed his cigarette in the corner of his mouth. “She’s fine.”
“Good—” Yarrow started.
He raised the gun and shot all three of those cunts. “Get rid of them,” he told Huck, then walked back into the clubhouse, looking forward to a plate of ribs and baked beans.