“She did what? And now she’s taking anap?”
“You all were at the club until late and then she got up early for her appointment. I guess she’s tired.”
Stretch and Val were performing system wide security checks, so Diesel knew he wouldn’t be caught if he went to her room. Which he did. Promptly.
“Go away, fuckhead,” she ordered when he revealed his identity at her locked door.
He wouldn’t argue with her. Since he didn’t have his picks on him, he took his blade from his coat pocket and jimmied the lock, then burst into her room.
She lifted her head from her pillow but didn’t sit up. “Get out.”
“You can’t actually care that I was having sex with the woman I intend to marry?” he asked with biting sarcasm, throwing a version of her words back at her.
“I care that you set me up, fuckhead. I trusted you. You fucking knew how hard it was for me to evendecideto go in the natatorium.”
“Don’t turn this around on me!”
“I’ll turnthismotherfucker around and upside down, you miserable fucking bastard.”
He was about to blast her for sounding so fucking grown up when Rebel did something Diesel never expected. She sobbed. Because of him. And when he went to her bedside, intending to take her in his arms and hug her, she scrambled back.
He froze. “I’m sorry—”
“Fuck you. I don’t care. Keep your fucking apology. You play fucking mind games, but you’re not doing them to me. Ihate the sight of your fucking face and the sound of your evil voice.”
“Rebel—”
“Go away,” she cried, tears sliding down her cheeks fast and furious.
“Don’t hate me.”
“Fuck you,” she spat again, kicking her covers. “I fuckingloatheyou.”
“You know I’m marrying Jana. What the fuck do you think we do? Hold hands?”
Snatching her pillow, she rose to her knees and threw it at his head. He barely felt it, too focused on her sleeveless tank top and pretty panties.
“I know what you do with her,” she said, the sound of her voice snapping Diesel back to the conversation and away from her body. “If I had accidentally walked in while you were having s-sex, that would’ve been bad enough, but you set me up and that’s unforgivable, especially because I didn’t do you anything. How could you do that to me?”
He approached her bed cautiously and sat at the foot when she didn’t throw anything else at him. “If it matters to you, you must not like Kaia as much as you claim.”
She gave him an incredulous look. “Were you dropped on your fucking head as a baby, dickhead?”
“I don’t know,” he growled. “Since my father is dead and my mother won’t remember me, I can’t fucking ask them.”
She kicked him. “Don’t even try to make me empathize with you. You don’t fucking deserve it. For your information, you fucking psychopath, the fuckingreasonyou let me walk in on you and Jana matters.”
He didn’t fucking like the sound of that at all. “I call bullshit. Seeing me fuck Jana and wishing it was you under me is what’s set you off.”
“Ha. You can call horse shit and it doesn’t make it fucking true. You hurt meintentionally. Is that clear enough for you? Or do I fucking need to draw a diagram?”
“At least fucking admit you were jealous.”
“I would rather be fed to fucking sharks. Get out of my fucking room before I fucking drag you out.”
He made the mistake of laughing at her, not fucking expecting the wild little bitch to fucking punch the side of his fucking head and knock him off the bed. He rose to his knees and grabbed her ankle, intending to drag her onto his lap and spank her fucking ass. Instead, she tried to kick him in his throat. Luckily, she couldn’t get enough momentum.
Somehow, he managed to fucking grab her, shake her, and pin her to the bed, holding her arms above her head, her curves pressed against him.
