“This seems very expensive. I’m not with him for his money.”
“He has it. You don’t have to be with him for his money to expect him to give you some.”
“Would you ask for money from him?”
“Nope. If that motherfucker didn’tgiveme money without me having to ask for it, he’d have a problem.”
She twisted her hands together. “H-how much?”
“That depends. What do you think you’re worth?”
“A hundred dollars a month?”
Rebel choked.
“Fifty?” Jana squeaked.
Groaning dramatically, Rebel shook her head. “Oh my god, you have so fucking much to learn.” This poor woman. What the fuck was Diesel saying to her that made her devalue herself so much? She wanted him at any cost, so it made sense that she’d see herself through whatever fucked up lensheviewed her. “Tell him that you want twenty-five hundred dollarsa weekat the fucking minimum. If he gives you pushback, send him to me.”
Her eyes rounding, Jana gasped. “I…absolutely not. Mama was shocked at the amount he put into the account for the wedding planning.”
Rebel hadn’t intended to ask Jana about that, but since she brought it up… “Yeah, about that. Why is he giving your mother money and not you?”
“I-I can’t handle money well. I spend it on stupid things.”
That didn’t make sense. What was extra money for except to spend on stupid things? “So, you’d ask for a lot of money and stake your claim.”
Squirming, Jana met Rebel’s gaze. “Would you also question him?”
“Why are you asking me what I would do when Diesel belongs to you?” she snapped, fed up with Jana, Diesel, and their stupid relationship. “I’m telling you what I would do, but suppose Diesel flips out because you’ve never put constraints on him or made demands? Then what? I’d be accused of sabotage.”
Jana burst into tears, and Rebel glowered at her.
“I’m sorry. Truly. I just want you to like me and get to know me. I want—”
It annoyed Rebel so fucking much that Diesel put her in this position. She had no clue how her telling him to fuck off turned into Jana sitting in her room.
“Fuckme,” Rebel snarled. “And I don’t say that lightly because I love myself very much. But you aren’t here for me. You’re here for Diesel. Whatyousay matters. Whatyouwant matters. Whether I never talk to you againdoes not matter. You’re who Diesel wants and plans to marry. I’m a non-issue.”
“You aren’t,” Jana pushed out. “I hear it in his voice whenever he talks about you.”
Diesel was such a miserable motherfucker. He’d probably told Jana something to make her jealous. It backfired and left her paranoid instead.
“Call Diesel,” she instructed. She hated to put herself through more emotional turmoil, but Jana needed to see for herself that Rebel had no bearing on his actions.
Five minutes later, he breezed into the room. As she suspected, he hadn’t left for work.
He halted next to Jana’s chair and placed a hand on her shoulder. His dark hair was askew and his gray eyes taunted Rebel. His wide shoulders…
Nope! Rebel refused to inventory him. Fuck him.
He smiled at Jana. “You two had a good talk?”
“Lovely,” she mumbled.
Diesel’s smile faltered and he turned icy gray eyes to Rebel. She flipped him off.
“What did you say to Jana?” he demanded.
