Chapter Thirty #3
“Motherfucker, that shouldn’t end with a fuckin’ question.
Ain’t spent years of my goddamn life raisin’ you as my fuckin’ own for you to doubt me.
I especially ain’t allowed Megan to mother a motherfucker just six or seven years younger than her.
When Rebel first said she was in love with you, I pitched a bitch mainly because you and her related.
Now, though? You a miserable, insecure, ungrateful, drug usin’, pussy crazed, torture-lovin’, woman hatin’, whiny, miserable—”
“You said that already,” Diesel grouched.
“Exfuckincuse me. Whiny, married , cheatin’, alcoholic assfuck. You don’t deserve my baby girl.”
Rebel pressed her lips together. On the one hand, her father’s fierce protection of her made her even sorrier she’d been so harsh toward him. However, she didn’t understand his criticism. It wouldn’t help Diesel.
“From the way it sounds I don’t deserve anyone.”
“Diesel, fuck, get out of those fuckin’ bloody clothes then sleep and sober up. In the morning, take a fuckin’ shower.”
The outline of Daddy’s toes disappeared. When he spoke again, it was from across the room.
“Good fuckin’ night.”
“Uncle Christopher?”
“What, boy?”
“I want to divorce Tabitha and move back home.”
“That’s gonna make your ma night.”
“You don’t sound happy.”
“Riddin’ the family of that bitch gonna be expensive as a motherfucker,” Daddy grumbled.
“My thoughts exactly.”
“I would be jumpin’ for fuckin’ joy, but I ain’t wantin’ you to move back home just to lose your fuckin’ cock and then your fuckin’ life for fuckin’ with Rebel. I won’t be able to sleep for a fuckin’ month or two if I gotta kill you.”
“She’s safe. I swear.”
“Remember how I choked the fuck outta Torie, then shot the fuck outta her?”
“Who the fuck can forget?”
“You fuckin’ swear to a motherfuckin’ lie playin’ me, and I ain’t takin’ kindly to that.
I ain’t givin’ a good motherfuck if you hearin’ me as your old man or as your club president.
You deal with my princess as any fuckin’ thing other than her brother after swearin’ to me she safe in your company, I’m gonna fuckin’ garrot you, cleave your motherfuckin’ head in two with your goddamn sword and pump a dozen hollow points in each fuckin’ half. ”
Nausea swirled in Rebel, and she gulped.
“You hear me, Diesel?”
“Yes, Uncle Christopher,” he whispered.
“ You hear me, Reb?”
Oh, goddamn. Her entire body tensed and she squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath, afraid to breathe. She didn’t know if her father was setting her up, so she’d reveal herself and he’d kill Diesel.
“Ain’t sure if you really here or not. Diesel too fuckin’ drunk to do something fuckin’ stupid, so I ain’t lookin’ this time. But if you fuckin’ here make this the last motherfuckin’ time you come to Diesel’s room in the middle of the goddamn night.”
The door slammed so fiercely, Rebel swore the entire room shook. In the ensuing silence, she didn’t want to move, afraid he’d return.
A light flicked on and a chair squeaked.
“I have to shower, Reb,” Diesel murmured. “He’s back in his bedroom by now, so it’s safe for you to leave.”
Rebel slid out from under the bed, got to her feet, and dusted herself off.
Diesel threw his shirt on the floor, revealing his muscled chest, marred with welts, scratches, and… bite marks ? She didn’t understand how he’d gotten so injured. Weren’t there restraints in the meatshack?
He unbuckled his belt and snapped it out of the loops, though his fingers paused at his fly. “Commando,” he warned her. “I had to dress in haste and didn’t bother with underwear again.”
“Wh-why?” she stammered, torn between wanting to see his cock and heeding her father’s warning since dummy didn’t intend to.
“Go, Rebel,” Diesel said harshly.
“You wanted to talk.”
“I don’t anymore. Go .”
She gave him a tentative smile. “You’re divorcing Tabi Cat.”
“To marry another woman. Jana. She deserves more than just my cock down her throat and up her pussy.”
Rebel recoiled and tears rushed to her eyes.
“I thought—”
“You thought wrong. I want to do better, Rebel. You, Aunt Meggie, Uncle Christopher, CJ, Jo, all the boys, are important to me.”
“But I love you,” she said on a small sob.
“And I love you. As your brother. I promise I won’t ever desert you the way I did a few months ago.
Uncle Chris is right, sweetheart. You deserve the sun and the moon.
Real, true love, and I cannot give that to you.
I don’t believe in that type of love. You do.
Instead of years of misery where you try to change me and subterfuge so our parents won’t find out about an affair, let’s agree to be friends. Sister and brother.”
“Is it because of Daddy’s harsh criticism of you and his threats?”
Diesel squeezed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t remember if this was hearsay or if I was there, but Digger said the signal for the real Outlaw is how he talks.
” He swayed and gave her a goofy grin. “Well, sweetheart, you heard the real Outlaw. The man was dead ass serious. Do you really wish such a gruesome death on me?”
Sniffling, she shook her head.
Stumbling toward her, he bent and kissed her cheek, then held out his hand. “Friends?”
She hesitated for a moment before she placed her hand in his and shook. “Friends.”