Page 83 of Relentles
“You think? All I have to do is ask him to make you leave, stupid slut.”
Rebel cackled, then abruptly stopped. “Yeah, uh,not. I’m dickhead’s sister and Outlaw’s daughter, meaning all I have todo is ask Potter or Bishop or any of these nice bikers—again excluding dickhead—” She tipped her chin toward Diesel— “to throw you the fuck out and they have to fucking comply.”
“You wouldn’t,” Diesel gritted.
“Fucking try me,” she spat. “You have two fucking minutes to get this bitch the fuck out of my fucking face—”
“I really should put you over my fucking knee, Rebel,” Diesel growled.
She studied her nails. “With or without my jeans on?”
He choked but got to his feet. If he thought she’d move back, he obviously didn’t know her well. She held her ground, not even flinching when his body pressed into hers. She did smile whenhebacked away, drew in a breath, and sat heavily on the stool.
“Don’t give into her!” the girl said. “I don’t believe she’s Outlaw’s anything. She wouldn’t be here when a fucking orgy is going on in the rooms.”
An orgy?
“Go find your own dick to fuck. Diesel’s belongs to me and my pussy, ho.”
Smirking at Rebel, he took the girl into his arms. “Easy, she-cat. You don’t have to be so possessive toward me and talk to Rebel in that manner.”
Rebel gritted her teeth at how much the words hurt her.
Instead of listening to Diesel, she glared at Rebel. “My pussy is better than yours any day!”
Yawning, Rebel shook her head woefully. “It really is a shame how women pit themselves against each other over dick.” She shrugged. “But sinceyoustarted it, I guess I have to finish it. My pussy is untouched,pure, virginal. I might not know what I’m doing now, but I’m willing to learn.” She held Diesel’s gaze. “I just need someone to teach me.”
Although he looked as if he wanted to strangle her, she saw something else too, in the way his eyes darkened and his nostrilsflared. She’d seen it at parties before Daddy ushered them away so the brothers could have fun with the club girls.
“There you are.” Tabitha’s voice rose behind Rebel, breaking her connection with Diesel, and she stiffened. “I’ve been looking all over for you, Diesel. Who the fuck is this bitch…Little Rebel, what are you doing here?”
“Diana, this is my wife, Tabitha,” Diesel said coolly, while Rebel wrestled with her temper. “And my little sister is waiting for Uncle Chris. He’s in his office.”
Diana frowned at Rebel, then glanced at Tabitha. She turned to Diesel. “You’re really married?” She looked at his hands. He wasn’t wearing his wedding band.
Tabitha broke into loud,annoying,fake ass sobs. “You’re a liar and a cheat!”
Snorting, Rebel folded her arms, watching as Diesel’s annoyance turned to consternation. She really didn’t think he liked Tabitha, but he’d never liked to hear girls’ cry.
“Please, shut the fuck up, Tabitha,” Rebel said crossly. “You’re giving me a fucking headache. Your husband needs lessons on pickups andyouneed fucking lessons on tears.”
Tabitha glared at her but shut up.
“Diana wasn’t with Diesel,” she said on a little sniff, hating to see his distress. Even though she’d proven Tabitha’s tears were fake, he still looked stressed. “He’s been at the fucking bar, entertaining me. There’s a fucking orgy going on in the rooms, so of course he wouldn’t participate since you’re his wife,” she said with biting sarcasm. “I’d never cover for him,” she cooed, and she prayed Tabitha heard her condescension. “If I were with a guy, I’d want the truth so I could cut his fucking cock off and shove it up his nostrils, then watch him suffocate.”
“Goddamn, Reb,” Bishop said. He’d moved to the bar and now sat on a stool. “How tiny is the motherfucker’s nostrils?”
Laughter bubbled in Rebel and she giggled.
Diesel scrubbed a hand over his face. “Tabitha, if you wait for me in your car, I’ll follow you home. Give me a few minutes to let Uncle Chris know I’m leaving.”
“Of course, my love.” She smiled at Rebel. “Walk me to my car.”
“In your fucking dreams,” Rebel said with cold laughter. “My fucking good deed for the day is maxed out.”
“I insist.”
“You can beg, scream, plead and threaten, I don’t give a fuck. I’m not walking you to your car, Tabitha.”
