“Then I guess I won’t,” she told him with finality.
Diesel thrust his fingers through his hair. “You had no intentions of forgiving me in the first fucking place,” he spat, attempting to guilt her.
She flipped him off. “Fuck you again, Diesel. You don’t get to fuck with my emotions and then evade a direct fucking question. I clocked that you didn’t deny what the fuck I suspect, you miserable motherfucker.”
“Fuck you, Rebel,” Diesel barked, not knowing what the fuck else to say.
“You just demanded I accept your fucking apology. Yet, you continue to fucking lie to me and fucking curse me. Tell me what Kaia did.”
“Ask that motherfucker,” Diesel snapped.
“So he did sleep with Fia?”
“What?” Diesel gritted his teeth, wanting to take Rebel into his arms and shield her from the world. “Fuck. No! If he did, I don’t fucking know about it.”
“Fine,” she said miserably.
“Do you believe him or not?” Narci demanded.
“You should,” Torrin put in. “He wouldn’t lie to you. He’s a good big brother and you’re giving him nothing but fucking bullshit.”
If Diesel wasn’t so panicked, he would’ve asked them if they were out of their fucking minds, fucking with her again. But he was torn between protecting Rebel from discovering the truth, and his role in Kaia and Fia’s situation.
Instead of responding to any of them or revealing her feelings, she looked at Potter. “You’re adding your fucking opinion?”
“Nope,” Potter said with a shake of his head.
Diesel rolled his eyes.
“Pussy,” Narci said, disgusted, a sentiment Diesel shared.
“But a live one,” Potter stated. “I’m not fucking getting on Rebel’s bad side.”
Rebel grinned. “Smart man.”
“No,pussy,” Narci insisted. “Afraid of a fucking beatdown from Outlaw for telling his daughter what’s right. Diesel didn’t do her anything.”
“Says you,” Rebel said with a snort.
“Outlaw might give us a beatdown,” Potter barked to Narci. “Or he might fucking kill us. It depends on the fucking day. But you know who won’t give a fuck if it’s morning, noon, or night on any fucking day of the week?Meggie. You want to fuck with Rebel? Let Meggie find out and see who the fuck’s the pussy.”
“Then I guess we have to keep this shit between us,” Narci said in warning.
“Diesel’s right there, fuckhead,” Potter said, nodding to Diesel as if every motherfucker couldn’t see him.
“Diesel’s on our side, pussy,” Narci said.
“For now. That might fucking change if you don’t fucking back off of his little sister.”
“We’re defending him,” Narci said again, then smiled at Diesel. “You get that, right, brother?”
“For now,” Diesel echoed with a shrug. Mainly because he was so fucking annoyed with Rebel, but Potter was right on all accounts. He looked at Rebel so fucking regretful and frustrated, he wanted to fucking scream. “I’m not fucking apologizing to you again, so I guess you won’t forgive me.”
She lifted her chin. “Then I guess I won’t,” she told him with finality.
Diesel thrust his fingers through his hair. “You had no intentions of forgiving me in the first fucking place,” he spat, attempting to guilt her.
She flipped him off. “Fuck you again, Diesel. You don’t get to fuck with my emotions by throwing out random fucking apologies to have your fucking way.”
