Page 82 of Relentles
Missing Harley peeved her, but Rebel did. Harley was always the voice of reason; she calmed the ruckus. Even though Mattie was part of their group, she had a different vibe because she’d always held herself separate from them. Maybe, a little above them.
Harley and Rebel had been close, though. She could’ve called Harley and explained what she’d seen. She would’ve had someone to listen to her.
Something was up. Momma was sad. Daddy was distracted. And Rebel had never felt lonelier.
Ten minutes after she arrived, Bishop walked in spotted her at the table Daddy set aside for her, Mattie, and Harley as well as Winona, Ava, and Bryn, when they were there.
She beckoned him over. At first, he hesitated, glancing over his shoulder. He turned around, his head swiveling in all directions.
“Shop,” she called, smiling broadly. He had dark skin, dark eyes, low cut hair, and a goatee. She wasn’t sure why he’d been deemed Bishop, not with the raunchy jokes he liked. She preferred Shop, though. “Come and sit with me.”
Tension settled into his face, but he walked over to her. “Hey, Reb.”
She nodded one of the empty seats. “Sit.”
Shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans, he looked over his shoulder again, wincing when he saw Potter staring at them.
“You’re trying to get me killed, Reb,” Bishop said, turning and meeting her gaze.
“Daddy talked to you,” she said, deflating. A few days ago, her father had warned her away from the young biker.
Bishop shook his head. “CJ. If I don’t comply,thenOutlaw will talk to me.” He lowered his voice. “And frankly, I’d prefer that conversation never take place.”
Irritation hit Rebel hard, and she drew in a deep breath. Left up to Daddy, she’d never have a love life. He didn’t want her with Diesel because he was supposedly her brother, over a dozen years older,anda member of the club. Bishop was twenty-two, closer in age. He was funny, handsome, and very respectful of her. “I’m not looking to fuck you,” she snapped.
His eyes flared in surprise and he gazed at her lips before nodding. “It doesn’t matter, Reb. You’re off limits. Besides the fucking obvious, yourage,you’re Outlaw’s daughter and CJ’s sister. I shouldn’t even smile at you.”
“Fine!” she said, hurt for some stupid reason. “Go!”
Before Bishop responded, Diesel walked through the arched doorway, guiding a half-dressed girl to the bar, where he helped her to a stool before grabbing her and kissing her.
Stung by Bishop’s words and so jealous of the girl she could barely see straight, Rebel shoved her chair back. The scraping noise caught Diesel’s attention and their eyes clashed.
It was bad enough she had to put up with Tabitha. Sherefusedto watch Diesel with another girl.
Licking her lips, she tossed her hair. Some of it hit Bishop since he stood so close to her. He sucked in a breath, though she refused to turn her head and acknowledge his attention. Because Diesel was staring at her, too. Even though she wore a simple turtleneck, skinny jeans, and moto boots, she looked good. She didn’t need a mirror to know she was gorgeous.
She sashayed to Diesel and smirked at him before giving the girl the once over. “Never thought I’d say this,” she drawled, “but that bitch you married has this chick beat by a mile.”
“You’re married?” the girl asked.
Diesel glared at Rebel but tugged the girl closer and kissed her.
Rebelmight’vebeen jealous if he hadn’t kept his attention on her the entire time his lips were on the other girl’s.
He pulled away and squeezed her tit. “Unhappily, babe.”
The girl giggled, and Rebel rolled her eyes.
“You fill the void,” he said.
Shoving a finger in her mouth, Rebel made a gagging sound. “Fuck, Dee. I need to write you better pickup lines.”
Beside her, Bishop chuckled, but at Diesel’s glare, he covered it with a cough.
“Who are you?” the girl asked crossly. She slid her fingers over Diesel’s chest. “Who is she?”
“I’m your worst fucking nightmare,” Rebel said.
