“Tell them what?” CJ asked, truly lost.
“Nothing!” Rory cried.
Losing his steam, Devon swallowed, wariness replacing his smirk. Ryan looked on the verge of tears.
“I’m not doing it, Ryan,” Rebel snapped. “Foryou. If only because you’re trying to protect fuckheads who are too chickenshit to take the heat after they knew what the fuck was going onandlooked at the fucking proof.”
CJ considered Rebel’s words, her teary-eyed vulnerability, her blush.
Devon and Rory knew about the videos and kept their fucking mouths shut?
“I’m sorry, Rebel,” Rory croaked.
“Shut up, fuckhead. You’re a fucking pussy-faced, brainless jackfuck just like Uncle Johnnie. You didn’t care if it was me and Harley because you didn’t think Mattie was involved, you miserable motherfucker. When Axel, Ryder, and Ransom protected Mattie from Willard’s brother until you all arrived. They would’ve found a way to target her anyway. We’re the princesses of the club, motherfucker. Three ofus. Three. What happens to one of us, happens to the other for the biggest impact, you stupid jackass.”
“Uncle Christopher already…” Rory swallowed. “If Uncle Mort finds out… If my dad…”
“If Uncle Mort finds out, he’ll put you out of your fucking misery,” Rebel snarled. “If Uncle Johnnie finds out, he’ll congratulate you, so fuck you. Ryan was so fucking wrong and I know whatIdid is gross, but at least he had a reason for his stupid criminal violation. You and Devon had no fucking reason except that you’re sexist jackasses who see girls as commodities.”
“Can I ask you something, Reb?” Kaia said, while CJ reeled from Rory’s betrayal. He’d never thought much about Devon’s loyalty. Other than recent developments where he suggested a new position when CJ took over, he was just a cousin. “Have you ever seen an adult film?”
“What fucking kind of a question is that?” Diesel demanded.
“I have,” Rebel answered Kaia.
“Do you think those girls were gross?” Kaia asked.
CJ squinted. Wait, what?
“No.” Rebel heaved in a breath. “I’ll talk to you about it later. I’m so fucking sick of having an audience to my fucking life.”
“Princesseslive in a fishbowl,” Devon declared.
“And fuckheads livewiththe fucking fish,” Rebel responded. “You talked to my father and he absolved you, so you forgot our conversation. Fuck you now, then, and forever. I can make you look like a guilty motherfucker and Ryan like a saint. Fuck with me one more time. That’s your fucking warning. I’m not repeating myself, so I’d take heed if I were you.”
She swept them all with her watery gaze and ran out of the room.
“You really knew about the videos, Dev?” Ryder asked.
“And why ask Reb if she watched porn, Kaia?” Ransom asked. “That was pervy.”
“You really want my answer?” Kaia said.
“My men asked, didn’t they?” Axel said.
Fuck. They didn’t need him involved.
“She thinks she’s gross for what was on the video. What she was doing on the video,” Kaia amended. “I told her she wasn’t. Fuck, we all masturbate.”
“What?” CJ exploded.
“I didn’t bring it up,” Kaia cried. “She asked me!”
“She asked me, too,” Ryan said morosely.
CJ didn’t even need to look at Diesel to know she’d asked that motherfucker.
“Uh, well.” Grant shoved his chair back and stood. “TMI and wholly uncomfortable and inappropriate.”
