Page 113 of Rebellious

Growling, he thrust his fingers through his hair. He wouldn’t take long to see her. He’d just give her the presents and return to his room, but there was no motherfucking way this day would end with Kaia being the only one to have given her gifts.

If he went to the control room, he could turn off the cameras. Unfortunately, that would show the time. If Uncle Christopher happened to be looking and saw him leave his room, he was fucked.

He growled again, wanting to rip his hair from his scalp, and began pacing. Rebel was his…little sister. She—

A knock interrupted his racing thoughts.

“Come in,” he commanded.

Axel stuck his head in. “Are you taking a shower in my bathroom tonight? Cuz a man got to rest. He’s been waiting for you forever.”

Diesel scrubbed a hand over his face and stepped aside, nodding to the gifts. “I was buying presents for Rebel.”

“If they’re for Reb, why are they here?” Axel asked, opening the door fully and walking into the room.

“Cameras,” he said in frustration. “Uncle Christopher might get the wrong idea if he sees me at Rebel’s door.”

Squinting, Axel rocked on his feet and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his Batman pajamas. “If I help you, you just want to visit Reb as her brother?”

“What? Of course! How else would I visit her?”

“Please, motherfucker. You got perv written all over your head.”

Diesel pursed his lips, considered Axel’s words and still couldn’t make sense of those motherfuckers.

“I want a thousand dollars for my help and a year of free law stuffs.”

“Fuck no!”

“Okay, then, D.” Axel shrugged and turned, starting out the door.

“Axel, goddamn it, are you really shaking me down for a fucking grand?”

“And a year of legal stuffs. I will need your services immediately, by the way.”

“What the fuck do you intend to do?”

“That’s a client privilege. I can’t share.”

“It’s attorney-client privilege. As your attorney, you have to tell me, so I know what I need to do.”

“Dad’s about to do a big project. We don’t think he’ll want to spend a lot of money on another surveillance system if this one’s suddenly down for the numbers.”

Diesel didn’t bother correcting Axel, too intrigued by his plans. “I’m not so sure about that. He wants to watch me.”

“Because of Rebel. But she’s recovering. Dad’s about to go away with Mom. Jo’s coming home next week. Trust me, Diesel. That man is disprac, uh, distracted.”

“Fine.”

Axel held out his hand.

“I’m not fucking paying you until you deliver the goods.”

“I require a first payment.” He wiggled his fingers. “Or I’m not doing it.”

Glaring at Axel, Diesel dug in his pocket and came out with his billfold. He took out his last ten Bennies. He carried cash on a daily basis. A lot of it. He never knew who he had to bribe. “It’s all I have left in cash.”

“That’s not my fault.”