“Reb, you aren’t helping,” Grant chided.
“Jana, listen to me,” Rebel said, ignoring all of them, “you will fucking die a slow death if you let those bitches fuck with you.Trust me.”
Again, Rebel was right, but she wasn’t helping matters.
“Rebel, ease up on her,” CJ advised. “She’s not comfortable making a scene.”
Jana smiled gratefully at CJ. “Especially on his birthday, Rebel. I don’t even have a gift for him.”
“Break that fuckhead’s windshield and slash his tires,” Rebel said. “That’ll be the perfect gift.”
“Not everyone is as wild as you are, Rebel,” Ryan said.
“And not everyone is a motherfucker like Diesel, Ryan,” she retorted. “Motherfuckery begets bitchery.”
Grant grinned at her. “Does bitchery beget motherfuckery?”
“When warranted, which is rare. We’re saints,” she said.
“Not,” Rory said, starting a chorus of agreements.
“Our mothers are saints,” Ryan told her, since she seemed to be the only one who treated him normally.
“True,” Rebel agreed. “Since their daughters take after them, then sainthood extends to us.”
Ryan laughed. “In your fucking dreams.”
“Fine, Ryan.” Rebel raised her hands in surrender and gave a long-suffering sigh. “You win that point. At least agree with me that Jana is a saint.”
“I’ll agree with you on that one, Chi,” Kaia said, smiling at Jana.
Rebel preened at Kaia’s words, missing the shy look Jana gave him and his responding wink.
“I foresee trouble,” Torrin said to no one in particular, although that fuckhead looked at Rebel.
Clueless, Rebel smirked.
Narci cleared his throat. “Would you like to sit down with us, Jana? Leave the kiddos to their fun and games.”
Jana dragged her gaze away from Kaia and realized everyone was focused on her, except Rebel. She’d pulled out her phone and was texting.
“Come on, babe,” Huck said. “Let’s see what Diesel’s up to.”
“I’d prefer to sit here,” Jana said.
Rebel shoved her phone back into her pocket. “That’s Narci, Jana,” she said to her, pointing to him. “Next to him is Torrin and the guy next to him is Huck. They’re cool. If you want to sit with them, it’s fine. Diesel usually sits at their table.”
“I’d prefer to stay here.”
Devon stood. “Why don’t you take my seat next to Kaia, Jana?” he offered, moving away and nodding to it.
CJ lifted a brow at that motherfucker.
“Stop being a fuckhead,” Grant said.
“Do you like music, Jana?” Rebel asked, sweet and calm, which was how CJ knew all the fuckery was going over her head.
Jana nodded. “I was dancing a lot when I first got here. I was finally happy.”
