At Aunt Meggie’s announcement, Diesel froze and anger surged into him. He’d warned Jana not to get highorreveal she was an addict after he moved her to the treehouse. He couldn’t believe she hadn’t fucking listened. As he scrambled for an explanation, Aunt Meggie huffed.
“Tabitha visited her and used coke on her—” She did weird hand gestures and combed her fingers through her blonde hair yet again. “Uh,there,” she said, turning beet red.
Diesel hadn’t known Jana was still in contact with Tabitha. What the fuck was wrong with her?Bothhers. No, fuck. Scratch that. He knew Tabitha’s problem. She was a miserable cunt and playing fucking mind games with Jana.
“Tabitha put coke on Jana’s pussy?” Diesel asked to be certain, too fucking furious to censor himself.
“Yep,” Aunt Meggie said, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis.
“And Jana told you this?” he demanded in that same hard tone.
Aunt Meggie gave him a curt nod. “Apparently, she hadn’t heard from you and Tabitha called. I’m sure she knew Jana is a recovering addict and brought the coke over to be evil.”
A recovering…? Fuck! She was an addict. Period. She hadn’t recovered because she hadn’t gone to rehab yet. He glowered at Aunt Meggie. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw CJ stiffen and glare at him.
“Where is Jana now?” Diesel spat, ready to shake the fuck out of her.
“In your room,” Aunt Meggie told him.
She was there on the goddamn property, in his fucking orbit and personal space. He’d moved her in, against Rebel’s wishes and she had the fucking gall to get high?
Barely aware of anything, he stormed out of the kitchen, bypassing the side door to the grand staircase and heading to the back one, hoping to calm himself. It didn’t fucking work. By the time he reached the second floor, he was fucking enraged. He barely noted Rebel’s opened door where Mattie and Harley stood.
“Diesel,” CJ called.
He ignored him, determined to reach his fucking room and ask Jana had she lost her fucking mind.
Her laughter penetrated his fury and he halted. The moment she spotted him, her amusement fell away and fear entered her eyes. She stood from the hallway bench where he and Rebel had sat a few days ago and hung her head.
It took Diesel a moment to registerKaia fucking Riggs. He’d been with her on the bench, keeping her company. Making her laugh. Encroaching onDiesel’sterritory yet again.
Releasing a roar of rage, he punched that fuckhead and would’ve fucking beat him to death if CJ hadn’t hit Diesel’s back. He spun, ready to lay his little brother the fuck out.
Rebel’s fucking fist greeted him. Still in her fucking cast, she somehow managed to keep her balance. “If youeverhit Kaia again, I will fucking break your hands.”
“You fucking hit me over this motherfucker?” Diesel roared, even angrier at the thought that she was defending him.
That little bitch hit him again. “Yes, fuckhead! Yes! My boyfriend.”
“Who was flirting withher,” he snarled, thrusting his chin toward Jana, barely able to look at her. She was supposed tobehave, so he could get his fucking life in order.
Rebel hit himagain. “Herhas a name, you flaming fucking fuckhead. It’s Jana, and I really fucking hate you for making me defend her to youagain. She’s your wife-to-be. Act like it, jerk.”
“What’s it to you, you little shrew? You don’t give a fuck about Jana. You just want to make my fucking life miserable.”
“I can’t fucking do what the fuck you’re doing on your fucking own, so fuck you.” She shoved him. “Apparently, I care more about Jana than you!”
“That isn’t fucking true! I care about Jana with everything in me, Rebel. I want the fucking best for her. I want to lay the world at her feet, but she has to fucking cooperate.”
“Look, motherfucker, I’m the wrong person to tell that to. BecauseIfucking think you’re using Jana.”
He gave her a dark look. “You fucking wish,” he hissed.
“Fuck you. Iknow.” She cackled, like the evil little witch she was. “You’re a stupid fuckhead. You married that bitch because of whatever. You moved Jana in here because of who the fuck you can’t have, not who the fuck you want.”
“I fucking hate you so much, Rebel.”
“I don’t care,” she responded without missing a beat, scaring him more than anything, even Uncle Christopher’s threats. “Weare brother and sister. I know I’m the fucking gold standard and youwishyou could get me, but you can’t. Deal with it. Jana loves you. Man the fuck up and make her happy. More than that,leave my boyfriend alone. I will fucking torture you if you hurt Kaia.”
