“My…?” Rebel stiffened. “Why did that motherfucker say he fucked with me?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Torrin said. “Any good chick would overlook that and give him another chance.”
“That motherfucker isn’t making a mistake at my expense, Torrin,” she said sharply. “No, that isn’t even the issue. It’s him not knowing exactly what he did to me. And if being a good chick means being a pushover, than I’ll never be good.”
“I understand, Little Rebel,” Narci said. “When I’m bad, I’m so much better.”
“That is so fucking lame,” Rebel said darkly.
Narci’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You’re too young to understand the undertones.”
She wasn’t about to debate what she was too young for. “If you wanted me to know that Diesel made a mistake, message received. Thank you. Anything else?”
“We know you love Diesel,” Torrin started. “Want to marry him.”
“He’s marrying Jana,” Rebel said. “So sorry to disappoint you.”
“That don’t mean shit,” Narci asserted. “I’ve told Tennysee to kick fucking rocks when I need a break from her clinginess. She loves me so she keeps shooting her shot.”
“Good forher. She and Jana can exchange notes on how to let fuckheads walk all over them.”
“Why bring Jana into this, sweetheart?” Torrin asked, his Cheshire grin unsettling her. What did he know? “She’s a sweet girl. Perfect for Diesel.”
Unlike Rebel. Torrin hadn’t said it, but Rebel heard it loud and clear.
“Kaia’s perfect for me,” she said with stout conviction, believing that to the depths of her soul.
The door opened again. Still not her travel companions. Ryan walked out and halted at seeing Torrin and Narci.
“You two fuckheads want to die.”
“We’re just talking to Rebel,” Torrin barked. “What the fuck’s it to you anyway?”
“A lot. Diesel will fucking torture you if you fuck with her.”
“We’re on his side, Ryan,” Narci argued.
“There’s no fucking sides when it comes to her with him,” Ryan retorted.
Although Rebel thought he exaggerated slightly, she appreciated his defense.
“Are you insinuating Diesel’s in a relationship with this kid?” Torrin demanded, as much of an asshole as Diesel. No, worse, if that was possible. “I should punch you in your fucking mouth for that.”
Ryan planted himself next to her and glared at Torrin. “Yeah, no. You’d have to tell Outlawand my dad why the fuck you hit me. See how well that fucking works out for you.”
Torrin started toward Ryan, but Narci grabbed his arm.
“He’s right, brother. When we break this little prick, we have to make sure there are no repercussions.”
Rebel stiffened, her anger spiking again. “Is that why you overdosed CJ when the clubhouse was nearly deserted?”
They both started, staring at her as if she spoke an unknown language.
“We didn’t mean—”
“Get the fuck away from me,” she snarled. “You meant every fucking word. That’s why Iknowyou wanted my brother dead.”
Horror washed over their faces.
