Page 236 of Ruptured
“I didn’t fuck over Tabitha with Rebel. She’s my little sister.”
“She’s my niece, but she’s gorgeous. I’d do her, then sell her pussy, so you, Mr. Sex Addict, certainly would.”
Diesel moved the phone from his ear and glared at it before speaking again. “I’m not arguing that motherfucking point, but if youevertouch Rebel, there’ll be nowhere you can hide. I will find you and gut you.”
“Yeah, Dee Dee, I know,” Bash said, bored. “But it would already be done to her, wouldn’t it? Gutting me wouldn’t change me fucking her.”
Diesel growled.
“ButI’m just talking. I said Iwoulddo her, not that I planned to. Nope, nope. I’m a reasonable guy, Dee Dee.”
“Stop fucking calling me that!”
“I think it’s cute.”
“I think it’s annoying.”
Bash’s long-suffering sigh grated on Diesel’s ass. “Move back to the condo with Tabitha,Diesel. That better?”
“No, and fuck no to your order.”
“You act like you have a choice in the fucking matter when you don’t.”
“You’re threatening my friend. I always have choices.”
At the stretch of silence, Diesel looked at his phone’s screen again to make sure he hadn’t lost the connection.
“Interesting you didn’t say your cocksucker or your bitch or even your girlfriend. Even better your fiancée.”
“What?”
“You called Jana your friend. From what I understand, you’re weeks away from marrying that cunt after a speedy divorce obtained with Caldwell money.YourCaldwell side, not mine.”
“Janaismy friend…why the fuck am I explaining shit to you? It isn’t your goddamn business.”
“Maybe not your Freudian slip, but throwing over Tabitha for yourfrienddefinitely is.”
“How is Tabitha related to you?” Diesel demanded, ignoring all his other craziness.
“Who says she is?”
“Logic, asshole. You wouldn’t threaten to start a fucking war over that cunt if she wasn’t close…fuck, is she your daughter?”
Bash crunched something again.
“What the fuck are you eating? Whatever it is, stop chewing in my fucking ear!”
“You’re a sensitive Dee Dee, aren’t you? I was chewing ice and it’s delicious. Do you want me to tell you who it tastes like?”
“Not on your fucking life.”
“Starts with a ‘M’ and ends with a ‘y’.”
“You’re fucking Molly. How shocking.”
Bash slurped. “Did I say Molly? It could be Mindy. Maisy. Milly—”
“Fuck, okay!”
