Christopher sat in her desk chair and faced her. “What boundaries you settin’?”
“First? My birth control is off limits. Don’t ever do that again.”
“I ain’t done it,” he said stubbornly.
She wouldn’t win that argument. Since he’d put them back, she dropped it.
“How you go from not rememberin’ where they were to insistin’ I took them?” he asked.
“I know you as well as you know me. It’s something you’d do. You got an entire vasectomy reversal without telling me. If you putyourselfthrough that torture, of course you’d take my pills.”
He didn’t respond, so Meggie got to her feet and went to her husband, stepped between the vee of his thighs and pressed her lips against his. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, taking over and leading Meggie to where she wanted to go.
Standing outside and wondering if the sun would peak through, Rebel tossed her cigarette, waiting for Momma, Axel, and Kaia. Beyond escaping all the fuckery, she wasn’t sure what she was anticipating more—shopping or visiting Rule.
Daddy’s visit freed something inside her, made her feel a little less lost, although nothing would truly take away her embarrassment except time. A few months ago, she never thought Rule would ever love her again, but time was healing him—them. It was a lesson she’d never forget.
The entrance door opened and Rebel turned, expecting to see either Momma, Axel, or Kaia, if not all of them. Instead, it was Torrin and Narci.
Narci’s blond hair was a long, well-kept mane that he took pride in and kept in a ponytail or a man bun. He was handsome, as sought after as Diesel, and adored himself. Torrin was handsome, too, but not as charming with dark hair and stormy blue eyes. Since CJ’s overdose,she didn’t have much to say to them, so she stepped aside to give them room to walk by.
“Diesel’s sorry, Rebel,” Torrin said, not moving. “You should talk to him and ease his mind.”
“Not. Why should I ease his mind if it pollutes mine?”
Narci smiled. “We hate to see our boy in so much pain, Little Reb.”
“That makes two of you. Me? I hope lightning strikes him and he writhes on the ground like the slimy eel he is.”
Torrin’s lips thinned. “Look at it from his perspective and stop acting like a spoiled fucking brat.”
“What exactly is his perspective?” Rebel demanded, interested in hearing it. Curiosity was a motherfucker and she was that stupid fucking cat.
“You’re his little sister,” Torrin said sharply, “who always pitch a jealous fit when you see him with another woman. You stalk the man, torment him, and acted like a complete little cunt at his birthday party.”
Rebel flipped him off. “You don’t know the full story and I’m not interested in sharing.” She nodded toward the pathway. “Be gone.”
Narci whistled. “You’re doing everything except calling us peasants.”
“Peasant never crossed my mind. Fuckface-jackass-motherfuckers, though?” she said sweetly. “That sums you two up to a ‘T’.”
“Diesel doesn’t deserve your treatment,” Narci insisted. “You can ease his mind.”
“You’ve done your duty. Came and pleaded his case,” she told him. “In vain, but you can report back to him. Tell him I’ll consider your arguments and make my decision in the coming days.”
“He didn’t ask us to talk to you,” Torrin said. “We saw you out here and seized the opportunity. He’s a good big brother.”
“He’s a fucking psycho. Ask him what he did to me—”
“We already know,” Narci said. “We heard all about it.”
“So you thinkI’mwrong for hating that motherfucker after he lured me to the scene of the crime because he was jealous of me and Kaia?”
“Only in your mind, baby doll,” Narci said. “Your implication is disgusting and delusional. He doesn’t want you that way. One day, you will get that through your head.”
Rebel understood why Narci and Torrin couldn’t believe Diesel wanted her. Until recently, she’d felt the same way. He’d specifically told her he intended to make love to her when she turned eighteen to get her out of his system. Obviously, he’d kept that bit of fuckery to himself. As much as she hated that fuckhead, she wouldn’t destroy his sterling reputation as the best big brother ever. Those fuckheads wouldn’t believe her anyway.
“He made a mistake,” Torrin snapped. “He should’ve told your father instead of teaching you a lesson about your naivete.”
