Page 72 of Ruptured
“Okay.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Can I get you anything else?”
He was the last patron left, and she looked dead on her feet. “Someone else is meeting me here,” he told her. “If that’s okay.”
“I’ll let Tee know. Just ignore his yelling when it starts.”
“I won’t need food, sweetheart. Just drinks.”
She nodded and started off. “You’re CJ’s brother, aren’t you? Mort’s, uh, nephew?”
“I am.” No other explanation needed. Many people knew CJ;everyoneknew Mort.
“I’ll tell Tee.” She was a gorgeous girl with long legs, round tits, and high cheekbones. Her dark skin looked soft and inviting.
“As long as food isn’t required, he’ll let me lock up.”
Diesel lowered his lashes, ignoring how kissable her full lips seemed and his sudden erection. “He doesn’t trust you on the grill?”
Symphony giggled, drawing Diesel’s attention back to her mouth. “Not since the grease fire.”
“That explains it,” he said, laughing. “Self-preservation.”
“Exactly. Give me a few minutes.”
She sashayed away, her small waist calling attention to her luscious ass, and her little mini skirt. He hadn’t fucked in four days and–
Bitch Better Have My Moneyby Rihanna blasted into the silence. Axel was calling.
“I won’t be too much longer, Ax,” Diesel promised in greeting.
“Come as soon as you can,” Axel ordered. “That motherfucker worked on my last nerve—”
Diesel straightened and snapped his brows together. “What motherfucker?”
Axel ignored him. “Ransom, Ryder and me are thinking of ways to bomb his house without killing everybody else.”
Tamping down laughter, Diesel shook his head, relieved an old nemesis had annoyed Axel. “Neither Uncle Christopher or Aunt Meggie would like it if you bombed Johnnie’s house.”
“Fuck Uncle Johnnie,” Axel blared. “That motherfucker is for bomb number two. I’m talking about Uncle Cash.”
“I beg your fucking pardon?” Diesel sputtered. “Youcannotbomb Cash’s house, Axel.”
“He’s a motherfucker, too. Aunt Fee needs to be freed.Andblowing him up would leave one less traitor for Dad to deal with.”
Gritting his teeth, Diesel yanked at his hair. Jesus Christ, why the fuck had he opened his fucking mouth? “We’ll talk about it when I get there.”
“When are you coming?” Axel said again, a little less irritable. “Dad’s waiting for you before we see Rebel. He thinks it’s better if we all see her together.”
That announcement didn’t hit Diesel right. Of course, seeing her brothers all at once would be less tiring, so he dismissed his bout of panic. He considered rescheduling but the person was already on the wayandJana would ask about the meeting. “Give me an hour.”
“Let me talk, Ax,” Ryder demanded in the background.
“Diesel?” a man called, and Diesel sidled a glance in that direction.
“I’ll call you back,” he said, hanging up before either of his brothers answered.
Straightening, he turned his full attention to the man. A vaguely familiar motherfucker stood inches away from him, swaths of black hair falling onto his swarthy skin, his hazeleyes bright with anticipation and his mouth curled into a sneer. Definitely not a motherfucker who’d send such a heartfelt plea.
This had nothing to do with a fucking legal case. He’d been set the fuck up. Fury pounded through Diesel.
