Page 120 of Ruptured
Kaia jumped up and rushed to the foot of Rebel’s bed, note book in hand. “Let me read you–”
“Wouldn’t you say Rebel referring to Kaia as her boyfriend is interesting, Fia?” Diesel pressed. “Didn’t you two fuck last night?”
Rebel gasped, but Diesel didn’t look in her direction. He stared at Kaia.
“Reb, I didn’t sleep with that girl,” Kaia blurted, the betrayal on Rebel’s face cutting through him.
Sucking his teeth, Diesel wagged a finger at him. “Not only are you a liar, but a cheat. After I fucked Fia, you licked her pussy.”
“What?” Rebel cried, paling.
“Rebel, listen to me,” Kaia started.
“Tell her, Fia,” Diesel insisted. “Tell Rebel how you sucked herboyfriend’scock.”
A sob escaped Rebel, and Kaia had never felt lower.
“Let me explain. Please, babe,” he said desperately.
“Get out,” she cried. “I never want to see you again.”
Alarm surged into Kaia. “Rebel, please. Let me tell you my side.”
“Fuck you,” she snarled around tears. “There is no fucking side I want to hear. If you ever fucking look at me again, I will fucking kill you.”
“What’s going on in here?” They all froze at the chill in Mrs. Caldwell’s voice. She rolled her IV pole next to Fia, her look as cold as her tone. “What are you doing in my daughter’s room?”
Fia’s throat worked. “Visiting her,” she said, barely audible, Rebel’s sniffles almost drowning out her words.
“It sounds as if you’re upsetting her, Fia, which makes me very unhappy. Do you really want to do that?”
“N-no, Meggie…Mrs. Caldwell…Miss Meggie,” Fia stammered.
“Christopher told me something very interesting about Nyx,” Mrs. Caldwell said, lifting a brow. “Would you like to meet her wherever she ended up?”
“N-n-n-n-n-o.” Fia gulped. “N-no, M-Meggie.”
“If you set foot in Rebel’s room, you’ll be as dead as Nyx.”
Rebel swiped her cheeks and licked her lips. “Nyx is dead?”
“Quite,” Mrs. Caldwell said, glaring at Diesel.
“Aunt Meggie—”
“You really want a beating, don’t you, son? Christopher pinioning your hand wasn’t effective. Should it have been your ear nailed to a board?”
Diesel shoved his hands into his pockets. “No.”
“I’m explaining myselfonce. Rebel likes Kaia. You aren’t playing games with her life to suityourwhims. I willneverlike the idea of you and her. You’re my son, moron.”
Diesel nodded.
“You don’t want to test me, son. I’m more than fed up. You especially don’t want to test me with any of the club girls who were loyal to Nyx.”
Fia burst into tears. “No! I wasn’t, Meggie. I swear. I lied—”
Mrs. Caldwell raised her hand and Fia snapped her mouth shut.
