He grabbed her arm again, determined to exert some authority over her. “Most girls would be devastated that I called them a cunt. They’d cry and ask why.”
“Yeah, and you go for the fucking jugular, right, fuckface?” Rebel tossed her hair, filling his nostrils with the scent of bergamot, and jabbed her finger on his forehead. “That just proves my fucking point—you’re a fucking psychopath. The day I fucking fold because you called me a fucking name is the fucking day Ikillyou.” She jerked her arm away. “Now, move, so I can go.”
“Where’s Kaia? What did you two do in LA?”
She smirked. “I rode him all night and then let him do it to me doggie style. Just like I see in your porn videos.”
Diesel choked, even more outraged because of Torrin’s snickers. “Do you know how old you are?”
“Doyou? Don’t talk to me about my fucking age when you lured me into the natatorium just so I could see you having sex. Fuck you.”
He reached for her and she raised her fists.
“If you touch me for any reason, I will break your nose,” she warned.
“Do you really want to fucking challenge me, Rebel?”
Wariness entered her eyes and her arms slackened. The moment she dropped her guard,he snatched her into his arms, and twisted her, her back to his front. He put her in a chokehold, then wrapped an arm around her waist.
“Keep still,” he warned her. “Your struggles are only tightening my hold, Rebel.”
She stilled. Pretending he didn’t have a sudden erection, Diesel had never been so grateful that she listened.
“Now, brat. This is the last fucking time I’m apologizing to you. I regret what I did. Accept the apology, forgive me, and let’s move on. Stop acting like it’s the end of the fucking world because you saw me fucking Jana. I’m going to marry her. We have sex. We fuck. We sixty-nine. She sucks my cock and I eat her pussy.”
“I fucking hate you,” she said. For the first time, he heard a chink in her armor. “Let me go.”
“Tell me you forgive me, Rebel.”
“Momma wants me to.”
“Aunt Meggie’s a very wise woman.”
She was silent, then she rallied. “You want my forgiveness? You have to do something for me.”
“That isn’t how this works.”
“Motherfucker, it’s exactly how it works. I don’teverhave to forgive you. If you want my forgiveness, you’re doing this.”
“You’re so fucking spoiled and frustrating,” he growled. “Not many men will put up with this.”
“As opposed to who? You?” she sneered, her tone cutting through him. “I will respect a man as much as he respects me.”
“For argument’s sake, what do you want me to do for your precious forgiveness?”
“Tell me what Kaia did,” she announced, shocking Diesel into releasing his hold on her. “Momma’s sending him away. Probably to London. Axel shaved his eyebrows and his hair. Momma said she just wants to give him an opportunity and Axel said he insulted me. So, tell me. What did Kaia do?”
This was Diesel’s chance to get rid of Kaia once and for all. Except Aunt Meggie wouldn’t want Rebel to suffer that type of pain. Neither did Diesel. She was so fucking young—had so much to learn.
Facing him, she met his gaze, hers so blue they were like cornflowers on a sunny day. “Tell me.”
“What do you think he did?” Torrin asked.
Rebel glanced over her shoulder, allowing Diesel to study her perfect profile and smooth skin. “I’ve thought about it long and hard since I had the conversation with Momma. If she wants him gone after she was so determined to have him here, I think it has to do with a club girl. Specifically, Fia.”
Wincing, Diesel scrubbed a hand over his face and heaved in a sigh, then gave Torrin a slight shake of his head, so he wouldn’t tell her either.
“Then I guess you won’t forgive me, Rebel,” Diesel said coldly, so fucking regretful and frustrated, he wanted to fucking scream.
