“Jana, whisper to me who said what,” Diesel ordered.
Listening to what they did to Jana infuriated him on its own but hearing how that cunt told Rebel about Kaia incensed him. Maybe if he hadn’t hurt Rebel so terribly, he wouldn’t have been so fucking pissed.
“Fia, Tauriel, Tennysee, go home,” Diesel ordered.
The girls hauled ass. He’d deal with Fia later.
“Kenny, walk Ryder, Ransom, and Jana home.Now,” Diesel said. “I have to call Uncle Christopher.”
“Who you wanna shoot, boy?” he said after Diesel walked to the conference room and explained the situation. “Yarrow, Cara or Heidi?”
He wanted to fucking gut all those cunts, but he didn’t have time for the meatshack.
Diesel lit a cigarette. “I don’t mind killing all of them, Uncle Christopher.”
“We might have to look at older bitches. These younger ones workin’ on my last goddamn nerve.”
“Agreed.”
“Can I kill Kaia?”
“Not yet, boy.”
Disappointed, Diesel grunted.
“You need me to come to the club or you got it handled?”
“It’s handled,” Diesel swore, and disconnected.
He walked to Uncle Christopher’s table where he’d had his shirt and guns, got his .9mm from the holster and walked to the backyard again.
Craving a cold beer, Diesel walked outside again, amazed that Heidi, Yarrow, and Cara sat talking as if they didn’t have a fucking care in the world. It didn’t escape him that Narci, Torrin, and Huck had the others seated with them.
Seeing him approach, Heidi stopped talking and straightened in her seat, wariness in her eyes. “Hey, babe. How’s Jenna?”
“Jana,” Diesel said politely and jammed his cigarette in the corner of his mouth. “She’s fine.”
“Good—” Yarrowstarted.
He raised the gun and shot all three of those cunts. “Get rid of them,” he told Huck, then walked back into the clubhouse, looking forward to a plate of ribs and baked beans.
April 7th
Once Christopher told Meggie what happened, they decided to cut their date short and hurry home. Luckily, they’d been nearby. Knowing Rebel would be at the clubhouse, Meggie hadn’t wanted to go very far, so she and Christopher picnicked at the creek Meggie once lived by, talked, laughed, and made love. Fia and her friends ruined Meggie’s nightandRebel’s night, so Meggie texted Rebel and told her she was on the way.
Axel had been sitting with Rebel in the foyer. The minute Meggie opened the door, Rebeljumped up, ran to Meggie and sobbed as if her heart was so shattered, it would never recover.
Meggie had never been more furious. She wanted blood. Heidi, Yarrow, and Cara’s death barely satisfied her. But Meggie wanted Fia alive. She vowed to repay Fia, if that was the last thing she ever did.
Rebel wanted to go to her suite, where Meggie consoled her while she changed into bedclothes, then Meggie brushed and braided her daughter’s hair. By the time Rebel fell asleep, Meggie was too angry and guilty to do anything but stalk to the kitchen for tea.
She’d excused Kaia and Fia being together the first time because he and Rebel hadn’t actually been an item, but the minute Meggie discovered the latest incident she should have sent Kaia packing. Instead, she feared Rebel making an even worse decision so Meggie had kept her mouth shut.
Wanting more than a few heads on a pike, Meggie got as far as filling the kettle with water before Christopher, CJ, Axel, Ransom, Ryder, and Diesel—still bloody—trooped in and surrounded the island. They claimed they wanted to know how Rebel was, but when she bit out, “fine,” Axel’s chin started trembling and Christopher shifted.
Only time—and her own revenge—would take away her fury, which she told them before she hugged them one by one and sent them away. Christopher hadn’t left her—the boys did.
When he took her in his arms, Meggie cried over Rebel’s pain. Christopher led her to the mud room, closed the door, and made love to her against the wall.
