Rushing him before he got to the door, Diesel grabbed Ryan from behind and used his arm to apply pressure to his neck.
“Come with me on your own or with my help.”
“On my own,” Ryan gasped.
Diesel jerked him away and nodded to the pathway. “Walk, motherfucker.”
“Don’t kill me, Diesel. Please. I had no—”
“Walk,” Diesel gritted.
Sniffling, Ryan stumbled all the way back to the club’s parking lot, where Diesel’s Mercedes was parked near the club’s entrance. In the bright stadium lights, the beating Val gave Ryan was evident in his battered face and busted knuckles.
“What’s up, Diesel?” Orange, one of the guards tonight, walked up to them before Diesel and Ryan got in the car. “Where you and Ryan headed to?”
“A strip club,” Diesel said smoothly.
“Fuck, bro, I wish I was off duty. I’d hitch a ride. The bitches weren’t allowed tonight, and I need a cock suck.”
Diesel didn’t want to consider having his cock sucked. Or a nude female body.
Or Rebel playing with her sweet pussy.
The thought left him wanting to weep and fucking kill. Despite how much he wanted revenge for her allowing Kaia to kiss her, the idea of anyone seeing her undressed, the idea ofherdoing things he tried not to imagine, drove him insane.
“If you two boys wait a bit, I can come with you,” Orange went on, breaking into Diesel’s rage. And lust. “Been at least three days since my old lady sucked my cock. The last time she did it, she fell asleep with one of my nuts in her mouth. Mid suck. Having a small kid is a fucking headache for more reasons than one.”
“Can you read the fucking room, Orange?” Diesel barked.
Orange rocked on his heels. “Playing with your nose again? We not in no room for me to read. We out in the open.”
Diesel growled and took a step toward Orange. The motherfucker raised his hands and hopped back.
“I’ll just…uh, let me know when you ready to leave,” he rushed out. “I’ll open the gate for you.”
“Diesel, I can explain,” Ryan started miserably, the moment Orange walked away. “It isn’t what you think.”
“It’s exactly what the fuck I think, motherfucker.”
“Just hear my side and you’ll realize it…it…isn’t that bad.”
That motherfucker said that with a straight fucking face, probably not realizing just how much Rebel revealed. But he wouldn’t bother telling Ryan that he knew how much he’d fucked over her.
If Diesel said one thing, he’d rip Ryan’s fucking eyes out of his head. He refused to consider what Ryan had seen her do because thatwouldsend him over the edge. As much as remembering Rebel’s shame. Not because she’d done it, but because this motherfucker invaded her privacy. Even if he hadn’t viewed what the fuck that camera caught, he’d allowed other motherfuckers to see her without clothes.
The memory of Rebel’s bright eyes and swollen lips from herfirst kissinvaded Diesel’s memory at the worst possible time. He punched the side of his head, screaming at the top of his lungs.
Ryan sniffled.
To think, Diesel suffered with the belief that that motherfucker’s only punishment would be Val’s ass beating. Then, Aunt Meggie said the magic words, wishing someone put the fear of God in the little fuckhead.
Diesel was just the man for the job.
Storming around to the driver’s side of his Mercedes, he nodded to Ryan. “Get the fuck in.”
“Diesel—”
“Shut the fuck up and get in.”
