Page 164 of Remorseless
Diesel would meet with Bash to see what the motherfucker wanted and take the information to Uncle Christopher. He’d also ask for advice on how best to get out of his marriage to Tabitha. It had been doomed from the start. If he had to kill her, he would. But the new Diesel preferred another method. An enormous payout. A huge mansion. Ideally in the center of hell, but that wouldn’t be a choice, so he’d opt for land wherever in the world she wished as long as it was at least five hundred miles away from him. Then, he’d introduce Jana to the family and marry her. He didn’t love her, but he cared about her a great deal. Under his protection, with his money, she’d get clean, Aunt Meggie would take her under her wing, and Jana would finally have the life she deserved.
He couldnevermarry Rebel or take her to his bed or fall in love with her. She was his goddamn littlesister. She was a fucking child. He’d get rid of Tabitha, one way or the other, and settle down with Jana.
That would come later.
Currently, he had a job to do. Except he wasn’t sure how he wanted them to suffer. The amount of pain Joplin and Gail brought upon his family deserved equal measures of torture. For the past fifteen minutes, he’d been studying them, wrists and ankles shackled to chairs, mouths gagged. They’d been in tears when he arrived and they were still in tears as he tossed his cigarette and stomped it with his boot.
First, answers to his questions. Questions Outlaw expected him to ask. He’d been in the meatshack enough to know. Some motherfuckers helped out before they met their makers. Others committed to silence and didn’t stray.
Diesel removed Joplin’s gag and then Gail’s.
“I’m sorry,” they chorused the moment they were able to talk.
He raised his hand for silence and they shut their fucking mouths immediately. Apologies, at this point, were a non-factor. They would die.
Gruesomely.
Rebel’s accusation that they were doing Bash’s dirty work rose in Diesel’s head. She had to be wrong. He’d ask anyway.
“Why does Bash want CJ dead?”
Joplin and Gail exchanged glances. Diesel narrowed his eyes.
“We don’t know Bash, babe,” Joplin said.
“We know of him,” Gail added. “Talk around the club about how he cornered M-Meggie.”
She should stutter, considering her past vitriol toward Aunt Meggie.
Walking to the wall of cabinets and drawers and getting the key to the shackles, Diesel freed Gail first. He had a special surprise for Joplin.
Smiling, he ran a finger down the side of Gail’s face. “Such a sweet tone when you mention Aunt Meggie,” he crooned.
Gail swallowed. “I-I love her. She’s such a d-doll.”
Diesel brushed his lips across hers. “You’re such a lying cunt.”
Her lips trembled and more tears pooled in her eyes. “I’m not,” she croaked. “I love Outlaw’s woman.”
Running his tongue along her throat, Diesel nipped her earlobe. “Is that why you tried to kill her son?”
“Diesel—”
“No, no, love,” he admonished, wagging his finger in front of her face and licking her tears. He kissed her, biting her lip and drawing blood.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she sobbed, blood and saliva slipping down her chin.
“Ah, there, there, Gail,” Diesel consoled, hugging her and patting her back. “What are you sorry about?” He released her and thumbed her wet cheeks, slid a finger through her bloody drool. “For disrespecting Aunt Meggie? For inserting yourself in the club as Bash’s plant or for poisoning my little brother?”
“I’m not aligned with Bash! I swear—”
He used his arm to clear away the blood and spit on her face. “Then where’s Nyx? Where’s Diana?”
He hadn’t been told how Outlaw found Joplin, Gail, or any of the motherfuckers involved in CJ’s overdose. But it stood to reason they had help from a rival club if they’d been missing for fucking hours. Others still hadn’t been found.
“Where’s Narci, Potter, Bishop, and Torrin?” Diesel demanded, inserting his hand into Gail’s top and wrapping his fingers around her tit. “Where, baby?”
“Hiding near an abandoned farm,” Gail said. He hadn’t bit her deeply, so her liphad all but stopped bleeding. “Or what they believe was a farm, since only outbuildings remain.”
