Page 225 of Remiss
He couldn’t mean that the way it sounded. “She should. Unless she doesn’t know you’re a fucking thot.”
“She’s aware of my activities and she doesn’t care. I’ll go home to her.”
Fuck, if Rebel wanted to talk to Jana, she’d clue her in about giving Diesel so much leeway. But that sounded too mature. Why disappoint him? “Oh my god, Diesel. Why marry a girl whodoesn’t give a fuck about what you do? That’s a fucking recipe for disaster.”
“It shows how kind, trusting, and mature she is.”
“Is Jana vulnerable in any kind of way?” Like Diesel was. “An addict or traumatized or anything?”
“Absolutely not. Jana is a real good girl. Besides, what the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
She shook her head and smoothed the ruffles in her nightgown. “If she’d been through something…a fucked up childhood, a crime victim…or if she was a recovering addict—alcohol or drugs—then of course she’d loosen your leash. She’d see you as her protector, especially if she feels defenseless.”
“Jana is very capable with or without me,” Diesel snapped. “I resent you making me sound like a goddamn dog.”
“Woof, woof, fuckhead. If the leash fits, wear it.”
“Jesus Christ, you think you have all the answers.”
“No one has the answer to everything.”
He ignored her. “You’re also implying you’d try and keep me on a leash.”
“There would be no fucking trying, fuckhead. Youwouldbe on a goddamn short leash that I’d jerk every time you got out of line. And if you fucked over me, I’d choke you with it.”
“That’s not how relationships work, Rebel.”
“Neither do they work her way.”
“You’re a fuckingchild. You don’t know the first thing about sex or marriage. Jana is a grown woman with her shit together. Mature. Her way shows her love and trust in me.”
“Nope. Her way shows she’s a dumb bitch.”
“Donotdisparage Jana in that way.”
“Fuck youandher. You’re both dummies. If she isn’t a scared, scarred woman who sees you as a fucking knight in a cut, then what the fuck is she, stupid? As bad as you, where neither one of you respects the bonds of matrimony. They are sacred.”
“What if she was an addict? Would you befriend her then?”
“I don’t know, Diesel.”
“You’ve accepted that you’re my little sister.”
“I have,” she insisted.
“Then be a little sister to Jana. Become her friend for me. Show her how to spend money without caring—”
“Why the fuck would I do that?”
“Whywouldn’tyou do that?”
“BecauseIdon’t have to care about money.Shedoes.”
“You’re a spoiled, entitled, little bitch.”
She made a face at him. “And you’re a stupid, fuckhead, rich boy, so we’re even. Besides, your reaction tells meyouare entitled yourself, dummy.”
“I. Am. NOT!”
