Page 85 of Relentles
Perhaps, if there weren’t so many people around, she might’ve given into her tears. But she’d fuck her own self up before she cried in public.
She met his gaze. “Get over yourself, dickhead. I don’t want you either. Just because I suggested alternative ways for you to spank me, doesn’t mean I’m after your dick.”
“You shouldn’t even say that word,” he roared. “Nor should you talk about your puss…your private parts in the fucking club.”
“My pussy. My prerogative.”
“Your underage pussy,” he gritted.
“That you’re in no danger of succumbing to since you don’t want me.”
“Rebel, listen to me, sweetheart,” he said, violence edging his voice. “Your father will kill any motherfucker who touches you and I will be more than happy to help. If you want the death of an innocent man on your conscience, keep testing your womanly wiles on unsuspecting motherfuckers.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to pick one of my teachers—”
“What? No! Nope! Fuck no. What about one of your classmates?”
She didn’t want any of them. She wanted Diesel.
“They bore me and they are all fucking idiots, Diesel.” Truthfully, she compared them all to Diesel and how he’d been at their age. Or what she remembered of him at that age.
Maybe, she might’ve dated a football player, but since CJ had been the quarterback, she wouldn’t get anywhere. None of them wanted to cross her brother, except Ryan, Willard, andWallace. One was her cousin and the other two were fuck face dickheads.
Momma promised she and Daddy would allow Rebel to date when she turned sixteen.
Lovely, if she knew where those phantom guys might come from. The boys at school didn’t want to cross CJ. The guys at the club feared Daddy, Diesel, and CJ.
Diesel sat back on the stool and took the beer that Potter handed to him. She allowed him to take a sip before she sauntered to him, snatched the bottle and chugged it. Then, she tossed her hair again. Like Bishop, she was close enough to Diesel to where her hair brushed over his arms. Perhaps, even slide against his cheek or chin.
The scent of floral shampoo and conditioner clung to her hair. She’d flung it as much to taunt Bishop as she had Diesel but for very different reasons. Bishop sucking in a breath hadn’t mattered to her. She hadn’t paid attention if he’d sniffed the air. However, Diesel’s reaction was what she wanted. No matter what he said, if she tempted him enough, shewouldwear down his resistance.
She didn’t want him hurt or dead. She just wanted him to be hers. It was quite fucking unfortunate that he couldn’t have waited until she was older before he decided he wanted a girlfriend and a wife.
She wouldn’t do anything to get him into trouble, but shehad tomake him notice her and keep his attention until she turned eighteen.
Daddy walked through the arched doorway just as the entrance door opened and CJ walked in carrying Gunner, followed by Ryder, Ransom, Rule, and Axel.
She studied her father closely. Same green eyes and black hair edged with silver. Same tall man with bulging biceps, rock hard abs, and massive hands. He didn’t look like a cheater.
No. Daddy would never.
There had to be another explanation.
“WEBEL!” Gunner yelled excitedly, clapping his chubby little hands.
Grinning, Rebel slid off her seat and went to CJ, taking her little brother into her arms and kissing his cheek before hugging him tightly.
“What are you doing here, Gunner?” She kissed him again and he wrapped his meaty little arms around her neck. “My favorite baby brother.”
“Wait until he’s a little older, Reb,” Ransom warned. “We’ll get him to our side.”
“Yeah, fucking hell, twerp,” she retorted as her father walked up to them. “I know.”
“Hey, ‘Law,” Gunner greeted, tightening his hold on Rebel.
Daddy smiled. “Hey, boy.”
Axel tugged on their father’s cut. “Dad, Ransom and Ryder still want me dead so they can have a beer. Can you please tell Santa to bring them a six-pack and me another booby trap?”
