Page 112 of Rebellious

Once he closed the front door as quietly as possible, he rushed down the east hallway where the sound of laughter floated from the kitchen.

He paused and listened.

“Throw another piece, Kayce,” Kaia ordered.

A moment later, something pinged. Diesel frowned, while the Riggs brothers roared with laughter.

“Your mouth has never been big enough to catch ice, bro,” Kayce chortled.

“Whereas yours is overly big. Every time I throw a piece, you catch it,” Kaia complained.

“Are you sure it’s okay if you bring me home?”

“I already asked Meggie,” Kaia said. “She’s letting me borrow her car. That’s why Outlaw hasn’t locked up yet.”

“Then, we should probably get going. I have school tomorrow—”

Diesel paused in the doorway, and Kayce snapped his mouth shut.

Puddles of water and cubes of ice were all over the kitchen.

“You’ve made quite the fucking mess, emo boy.”

Kaia stiffened and glanced over his shoulder. “I’ll clean it as soon as I drop my brother off.” He turned, his gaze landing on the bags in Diesel’s hands. His jaw clenched.

“Don’t think I don’t know Aunt Meggie put money into the presents you bought for Rebel.”

“And you just couldn’t wait to upstage me,” Kaia said with a shake of his head.

“I do that by breathing, motherfucker.”

Kaia’s nostrils flared. “You really want to do this, Diesel?”

“What might this be?”

“Compete for Rebel.”

“If she were older, there would be no competition,” Diesel sneered. “She loved me first. That won’t go away with your stupid words and roaming cock.”

“I don’t intend to fuck another girl again. Meanwhile, you have a fucking fiancée.”

“Who isn’t your concern,” Diesel said flatly.

“Is she yours?” Kaia demanded. “You’re so hung up on Rebel, you forget Jana exists.”

“What I do or don’t do with Jana is not your goddamn business, Kaia. Don’t make the mistake of thinking it is.”

“Whatever, dude. Just know that whatever hold you think you have on Rebel is as tenuous as the one I have on her. She does what she wants.”

“Something you should remember as well.” Diesel threw him one last glower and went on his way.

At the last minute, he remembered the additional fucking cameras Uncle Christopher had installed. Sighing, he redirected his steps once again and bounded up the grand staircase. His room was not far from the landing.

Inside, he put the packages on the bed and considered his options. He wouldn’t rest without seeing Rebel tonight, but he wasn’t in the mood to have his cock blown off either.

He halted, took his phone out of his pocket, and opened the camera app. Sure enough, there was an end-to-end view of the hallway, along with separate screens for his and Rebel’s doors.

“Motherfucker.”