Page 212 of Rebellious

Fed up, CJ dug in his pocket then realized his cell phone was gone. He spotted it on the floor but didn’t have the energy to get it. Rory noticed the direction of his gaze and rushed to pick it up, bringing it to him.

“Thanks, Rory,” CJ said, taking the phone. He was exhausted and probably in over his head, but fuck them. That bitch wasn’t staying. He waved the phone in the air. “Either she goes or I’m calling Uncle Mort.” He glared at her with dislike. She’d never learn.

What the fuck was it about Diesel that made her go fucking stupid?

Her lower lip trembled.

“Don’t you fucking cry,” CJ roared. “I’m fucking sick of that bullshit too. You fuck with my sister and then you fucking cry.”

“I didn’t do anything, CJ. My toilet was broken. I swear.”

“I don’t believe you. Diesel probably asked you to call Kaia.”

“He didn’t! I swear.”

Narci swallowed. “If you…if you tell that to Outlaw—”

“Dad will finally kill her,” CJ gritted. “Which is what the fuck I vote for because I’m sick to death of this fucking girl and how she always fucks with Rebel. Somehow, she escaped with her life the night of the volleyball game. You motherfuckers want Fia alive. Keep her in line and the fuck away from Rebel and Kaia.”

Tears pooling in her eyes, Fia glared at Kaia. “Why’d you tell him you stopped by?”

“Because he’s fucking loyal to my sister, you fucking bitch,” CJ yelled. “Rebel’s been hurt enough by you, by Jana, by Diesel, by Dad, Ryan, Rule, Kaia, Rory…fuck the list is long. She deserves some fucking peace.”

Diesel cursed and started off.

Jumping to his feet, his adrenaline surging again, CJ caught Diesel before he reached the door. “Don’t you fucking dare torment her again tonight.” She wasn’t home yet, something Diesel didn’t need to know. “Leave my sister alone, asshole. Goddamn you, let her be a normal fucking teenager and stop projecting your bullshit onto her. You wouldn’t take Jana shopping, so Rebel volunteered and almost got killed. She’s traumatized, Diesel. Who gives a fuck if she talks to the man on the fucking moon if that eases her? You do. Because you’re fucking selfish.”

Clenching his jaw, tumult in his eyes, Diesel remained silent.

CJ needed to get home to shower and calm down. “Now, I have a question for all you assholes after the girls leave.”

Diesel looked to where the four of them hunched by the table against one of the walls. “Go,” he ordered. They hauled ass. “What’s your question, CJ?” He sounded both weary and furious.

“Has anyone in this club seen any fucking videos of Rebel?”

“And lived?” Diesel laughed maniacally and glared at Rory and Ryan. “You aren’t fucking serious.”

Where was Dad when he needed him? CJ didn’t know how to say what was bothering Rebel so much, especially since Diesel had been left in charge and he’d have to talk to her as the fucking ‘adult’.

“Rebel thinks you slept with Tommi and Kaia slept with Fia…” Grant halted and scratched his chin. “She thinks she disgusts you because of the video. She thought she put it to rest. Then tonight happened.”

“Where the fuck would she get that fucking idea?” Diesel demanded, then cursed and zeroed in on Torrin. “What the fuck did you fucking say to her?”

Pursing his lips, CJ squinted at Diesel’s tone, dredged from the depths of hell. Invaded by Satan, he shoved his hands in his trouser pockets. He either had a blade or a shuriken.

Torrin raised his hands. “You told me to keep her here, Diesel,” he said carefully.

Oh, so the motherfucker had both—a blade in one hand and a shuriken in the other. His left hand—his dominant hand.

“How did you talking to her land at her thinking you watched her videos?” Diesel asked mildly, his switch even more chilling because of the fury in his eyes.

“I haven’t seen her videos,” Torrin said, hands still raised. He glanced at CJ. “I wouldn’t disrespect her like that.”

CJ flipped him off.

“What did you say, Torrin?” Diesel asked again. “You’re my best friend, so I’m showing restraint.” He grinned. “But I’m losing fucking patience.”

“She might’ve misunderstood what I said,” Torrin admitted, “but I had to do something to throw her off-kilter, Diesel. That’s what you asked me to do.”