Page 35 of Rebellious

“I don’t give a fuck.” Diesel looked at the orderly. “You can go. We’ll straighten this out and get her to where she belongs.”

The orderly took in the patches, looked at Diesel again, turned and walked away. Motherfucker had amazing survival instincts. He rushed to the elevator down the hall and punched the call button.

“I got the messages from Jana’s phone, Diesel,” Stretch said grimly after they watched the orderly disappear into the elevator. “It’s fairly easy to piece together what actually happened.” He eyed Diesel and walked closer. “She also told me what happened. She almost got herself and Rebel killed. If Meggie finds out, Jana’s dead. If you want her to survive, it must be this way.”

“Rebel is unaware of what this bitch did and asked me to save her.” She knew about Jana’s drug use but thought she was a recovered addict, not a cunt who didn’t give a fuck about herself or Rebel. “I don’t give a fuck what happens to Jana.”

“Well, you better give a fuck,” Stretch snapped. “If we save her and you suddenly leave her after being hellbent on marrying her, Meggie will figure it out.”

Diesel shoved his fingers through his hair, frustrated at the truth of Stretch’s words. He’d reached the same conclusion. He knew what needed doing. He could do it, since Rebel was still…

Fuck…

Alive. Alive. Rebel was still alive.

If she was sixteen…No, he wasn’t allowing himself to think about that. Jana was his buffer. That bitch had to live.

“Rebel wants to talk to you, Diesel.” Aunt Meggie’s sad voice broke through to him and he turned, not expecting to see Kaia fucking Riggs next to her.

“Go away, Kaia,” Diesel ordered, the last motherfucker his temper could handle. “You’ve done enough.”

Jana attempted to sit up but groaned and glanced around. “Kaia?” she called.

Aunt Meggie frowned. Diesel narrowed his eyes.

Kaia ignored her.

“I’m here, bigger sis,” Axel said glumly. “Kaia’s not a motherfucker you can have around you.”

“Why?” Jana whined, settling back.

“My men and me already said if Kaia hurts Rebel’s feelings again, we’re using our chainsaw to chop his arms and legs off.”

“So I can be dependent on Rebel?” Kaia asked.

Axel rolled his eyes. “That question proves you’re not the most colorful crayon in the shed.”

“In the box, son,” Aunt Meggie said.

“Wherever that motherfucker belongs,” Axel said crossly. “Kaia’s brain is dull.”

“I’m too tired to argue with you about my IQ.”

“Good, cuz it would be a short fucking argument,” Axel replied. “You don’t got no fucking IQ.”

“Ax, get to the fucking point,” Diesel said, in no mood for a long drawn out argument.

“It does sound like you want him dependent, Ax,” CJ told him.

Axel shook his head. “Nuh-uh. Especially not on Reb. Why would we want to tie him to her arm for the rest of her life? We want to watch that motherfucker bleed to death.”

Diesel’s phone beeped. He fished it out of the interior pocket of his cut and saw a message from Rebel.

Where are you? Come to my room NOW.

He smiled, then looked at Aunt Meggie and showed her the message.

“Go ahead, son,” she said, stepping aside, grabbing Kaia’s wrist and urging him away from the door. “Once she sees you, she can get a mild sedative.”