“Fia’s probably taking him to her trailer,” Narci guessed. “We can go and shoot him for his lies about you, then dump his body.”
“That would be our entertainment for the month,” Kearney said, then looked at Heidi for approval. When she nodded, the other girl grinned. “Rebel’s devastation.”
Diesel covered his face, then dropped his hands and looked at the three remaining girls. “I’m saying this one more time. Leave Rebel the fuck alone. If I have to repeat myself, I’m killing all three of you cunts.” He looked at Jana and nodded to the door. “Let’s go to the treehouse.”
“I want a hit,” Jana whined. “I was just thinking about how sad you were and how sex and coke always cured you. Why don’t we party with your friends? You’ll be so proud of how well I suck them off, then I’ll ride you for an hour. Best of all, I can have my coke.”
“This isn’t the fucking life I want for you,” Diesel snapped. “You’re better than being a junkie, fucking motherfuckers as payment.”
“Why’d you use tonight?”
“My fault,” Narci called. “He stormed in and I figured he needed something to take the edge off.”
“I thought the drugs belonged to Torrin,” Jana said.
“They do.” Torrin gave Narci a thin smile, clearly displeased. “Diesel didn’t want to fall off the bandwagon. He was proud of himself, but I was fucking Cricket when he came back in. Narci doesn’t give a fuck about anything except money. And here we are.”
Jana wrung her hands together. “Oh.”
Unfortunately, her mind and body wouldn’t behave until she did a line herself. Later, she’d regret it. Right now, she was beginning to shake and her muscles ached.
Diesel dropped onto one of the barstools, placed his elbows on the counter and hung his head. Jana rushed over to him and nipped his earlobe.
“Please,” she breathed.
“You don’t know what you’re opening yourself up to,” he told her, not looking at her. “You can’t even stand up to Heidi and the rest of them. If you go through with this, they will make you suffer, Jana.”
“You’ll protect me,” she said, desperate. “I just want one hit. I don’t need any bumps. Just a hit. One. Please, please, please.”
Sighing, Diesel got to his feet and took her hand. “Let’s move our party to my old room here. We do this my way or we don’t do it at all.”
Aside from being a stone-cold addict, Jana loved to fuck. Diesel had forgotten that since he moved her in. Rebel kept him so fucking twisted inside.
Heaving in a breath, he opened the door to his old room, where he’d spent many nights when he’d been in charge of the Bobs. It was slightly bigger than some of the other rooms on the second hallway and one of the few with a private bathroom. Nicks marred the concrete floor, and the wood paneling didn’t add warmth or comfort. It was dreary, reminding him of his childhood. He’d spent a lot of time in there, fucking and partying, but hadn’t used it since he’d killed Joplin and Gail.
Shovingaway thoughts of those cunts, he guided Jana in, and flipped on the light. Anticipation brightened her eyes as much from the idea of getting a hit as it was from fucking three men.
He searched inside of himself to explore his real feelings. He didn’t mind sharing her with Torrin. Narci was a motherfucker, though, conscienceless in a different way than Diesel.
The profits from the club’s monthly distributions were shared among all the members, but Uncle Christopher also allowed individual members their own side hustles. As long as they gave the club a forty percent profit, they could keep the rest.
Diesel had been one of Narci’s best customers because he wanted top of the line and paid top dollar for it. Of course, he’d jump at the opportunity to get Diesel under his fucking thumb again, but the joke was on that motherfucker.
Diesel was already regretting the blow. He’d get a bump, chalk it up to his thirtieth birthday, and move on.
“Come see what I have, Miss Jana.”
Narci’s sly voice, followed by Jana’s squeal, broke into Diesel’s contemplations.
“Hold on,” he said, grabbing Jana’s arm and pointing to the bed.
Jana poked her lip out but went to his old bed and plopped onto it. She pulled off her top, tossed her pretty bra on the floor, and grinned.Her tits bounced free, tempting peaks that grabbed Diesel’s attention immediately. She curled her mouth into a coy grin. “I’m getting comfortable.”
“Do that, sweetheart,” Diesel told her, staring at her tits. His tiny bit of proprietary ownership surprised him, but not enough where jealous fury blinded him.
Sex was the one way Jana always expressed herself. Usually drugs played a part. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, studying her. She’d drank beer, but she hadn’t used drugs yet. Alcohol lowered her guard, but coke took away everything, even her self-respect. Such as it was.
“What’s up, bro?” Torrin whispered next to him. “You’re having second thoughts?”
