“So you did fuckin’ what to teach Rebel a fuckin’ lesson, boy?” Dad asked in an unreadable tone.
“Told her to come to the natatorium so I could get in the pool with her. I planned to have her walk in on Jana sucking my cock. Things progressed. Jana is so irresistible. I ended up fucking her and Rebel came in.”
“Bro, what fucking lesson were you trying to teach Rebel?” Bishop asked, stealing the words bouncing in CJ’s brain.
“That she is too naïve to trustmen,” Diesel responded calmly, the lying motherfucker.
He’d set her up because he was pissed she’d allowed Kaia to kiss her. CJ hadn’t known why Rebel was done with Diesel until then. Now, it made perfect sense. Diesel was a cutthroat, territorial dickhead and probably didn’t even realize why Rebel was so angry.
“I didn’t think she’d hate me,” Diesel continued quietly. “But someone needed to teach her a lesson. Show her that blindly trusting any man, except her father, isn’t good.”
Before CJ answered, Torrin, Narci, Ryan, Devon, Grant, and Rory walked in. They were planning to play a game of tag football, arranged last night at Diesel’s birthday party. Devon must’ve invited Ryan, but so much other fuckery was going on that CJ remained silent at his presence.
“Aunt Bunny let us in as she was leaving,” Rory said, beelining to the buffet, grabbing a plate, and piling it with cold eggs, pancakes, and biscuits. The bacon and pork sausages were gone.
“Did we come at a bad time?” Narci asked, picking up on the tension.
Yes, fuck, they did. CJ still wanted to circle back to his mother’s birth control and try to convince Dad to return it to wherever she kept it.
“No,” Dad grunted. “Sit the fuck down.”
While everyone grabbed plates of food and greeted Jana, Ryan hovered awkwardly in the background. Like everyone else, CJ ignored his misery.
“Can I explain?” Kaia asked, once everyone—except Ryan—found a seat.
Dad pounded his fist on the table. “Ain’t no motherfuckin’ explainin’ in the goddamn world why the fuck you kissed my motherfuckin’ daughter, especially after last fuckin’ night.”
“Bro,” Bishop said with disapproval, tinged with a little bit of fucking jealousy.
Had these motherfuckers lost their minds? And what the fuck happened last night?
“Rebel suggested we play spin the bottle,” Kaia explainedanyway. “It…” He drew in a breath and turned his miserable gaze to CJ. “She’s so strong-willed and I’ve never…I don’t want to lose her…she’s like a dream…I’ve been trying to behave. Rebel and I are going steady.” He covered his face. “But…” Swallowing, he lowered his hands and threw a dark look at Diesel. “Can I talk to you after breakfast, CJ?”
“Fuck no,” Dad said. “You kissed Rebel again?”
Instead of answering, Kaia flushed, unable to meet Dad’s gaze.
Fuck, that was a yes. CJ’s growl matched Dad’s and Diesel’s.
“She was quite upset when she saw you and Jana.” Kaia’s tone skirted disdain. “And you’re a motherfucker for luring her into that natatorium knowing what happened to her in there. I’d hate you too.”
Torrin whistled. “You’re getting beside yourself, Riggs. We might have to cut your tongue out for disrespecting Diesel.”
“And his lips off for kissing Rebel,” Diesel added blandly.
Lowering his gaze, Kaia stiffened. “Do it. I’ll lose my fucking tongue for defending Rebel.”
“You not losin’ nothin’ but your motherfuckin’ job,” Dad spat. “You fuckin’ fired. If I ever see you afuckingain,thenyou lose yourtongue, your lips, your fingers, and your cock.” Each time he named a body part, he ticked it off on his fingers. “You got ten minutes to clear the fuck out.”
“What am I supposed to tell Meggie, Outlaw?” Kaia asked, his voice trembling.
“I’m thinkin’ she probably know,” Dad said sourly, picking up his phone and firing off a text.
“It might be a good idea to confront her in private, Dad,” Ryder said.
“She was takin’ that motherfucker with them in public. I’m askin’ her if she lost her fuckin’ mind the same way.”
“Shedidn’t,” Ransom said in disgust, “but you did. This isn’t going to end well for you, man.”
