“I can’t.”
The emotionless words crushed Rory and he stiffened, straightening his shoulders. He wasn’t as tall as her yet, but he was getting there.
Instead of intimidating her, she lifted a brow. “Anything else?”
“I want to know why…”
She slammed the door in his fucking face.
March 31st
Opening his eyes, Diesel took a moment to get his bearings. Immediately, he knew he was in his old room at the club. The smell of sex and alcohol always hit him first.
He squinted, vestiges of last night coming back to him. More awareness seeped through and he lifted his head. At first, all he saw was blonde hair and he recoiled. Until his frantic brain calmed down and he realized it wasn’t silky golden hair made for an angel but bestowed upon a little demon. It was Jana’s pale blonde mane, not as soft or asthick or as long.
Rebel had an exquisite head of hair, waist-length and perfect.
Sighing, Diesel gently moved Jana’s head from his arm and laid her on the pillow, then sat up and glanced around.
Empty baggies, hundred-dollar bills, condom wrappers and used condoms littered the floor and bed. Empty alcohol bottles lined the bureau and nightstands. On one nightstand, an 8-Ball remained.
Diesel scrubbed a hand over his face, ashamed. So fucking ashamed.
In the cold light of day, two truths hit him. He’d trusted motherfucking Narci, when that fuckhead would compromise his fucking mother if he profitedandhe’d allowed Jana to talk him into allowing her to fuck Torrin and Narci.
If she wanted variety in their bed, Diesel had no problem with that. Actually, he would’ve preferred it to be other women, but if she wanted a threesome where she fucked another man, Diesel didn’t havemuchof a problem with it.
But it was under the circumstances in which this sexual encounter had happened. Becausehe’dbeen high and angry and hadn’t protected her from herself.
After she fucked them without drugs the first time, it turned into a free-for-all. She had fucked and sucked, giggled and snorted,outpacing his, Torrin, and Narci’s hits combined.
How had his birthday gotten so fucked up?
No, he knew the answer.
Rebel.
He’d allowed a child to bring him to his fucking knees!Unfuckingbelievable.He complained about being a predator and a creep then what the fuck did he do? Acted like a motherfucking predator and a creep.
Like his father.
He’d thought…fuck, he thought she’d relent. Children pouted then overcame their tantrum and moved on. What the fuck was wrong withher?
He started to stand, but hands roamed over his back.
“Diesel,” Jana said hoarsely, the back of her throat probably swollen because of the cocks that had pounded her mouth. “Fuck me.”
He didn’t really want her, but it was something to take his mind off Rebel. The idea that she’d never forgive him tore him to pieces.
Uncle Christopher was right. If she would’ve told him to jump off the fucking Golden Gate, he would have if it meant she’d exonerate him.
He sank into Jana and closed his eyes, not caring that it was Rebel that he saw and craved. He’d fucked up in every other way possible. Why not give into the darkness completely?
Jana entwined her legs with his and tilted her hips. He needed to get her into rehab. Theidea of facing Uncle Christopher and confessing he’d fallen off the bandwagon sent a chill through Diesel, but that’s what he had to do. There was footage. Unless Stretch saw it and decided to erase it, it would float out there and drop at the most inopportune time.
Diesel needed to get ahead of such a surprise.
“Diesel, harder,” Jana breathed.
