Page 140 of Rebellious

Bash sipped from a glass of amber liquid, his eyes mocking her.

Hand at the small of her back, Diesel urged her forward and nodded to an empty seat. “Where’s Hopper?” he asked once she sat.

“You disappoint me, Dee Dee,” Bash said, setting his glass down and belching. “No manners. What is my little brother teaching his boys?”

Diesel gave Tio a look of dislike. “I can ask the same thing of your sons.” He smiled at Bash. “Uncle.”

Bash’s smile faded. “You’re an arrogant motherfucker.” He looked at Jana again, his pale green eyes filled with anger and hate. “You must be jumping for joy at Tabitha’s death.”

Jana gasped, hands flying to her mouth.

“She didn’t know,” Diesel gritted.

“Oops,” Bash said, joining Cleaner and Tio’s laughter.

“Tabitha’s dead?” Jana cried.

“As if you didn’t know.” Bash drained his glass and crunched on an ice cube. “You probably ordered her death.”

“I didn’t!” Jana wailed.

“What fucking reason would Jana have to do that? She would never do such a thing.” Diesel patted her head. “She’s too kind.”

“Is she a fucking puppy, Dee Dee? That’s how you’re treating her.” Bash smirked at Jana. “You like his cock down your throat that much?”

“Hate me, but respect her,” Diesel spat. “Jana didn’t do you a fucking thing.”

“Watch your fucking tone, adoptee,” Cleaner replied, getting to his feet, a mountain of a man with a gun at each side.

“Adoptee?” Tio laughed. “Good one, Cleaner.”

Diesel reddened. “Actually, rather basic,” he said coldly, killing the men’s amusement.

Jana knew how sensitive he was about his place in the Caldwell family.

Standing, Tio walked to Diesel’s side, crowding his space. “Maybe I should shoot you and fuck your bitch. Is anyone here to save you?”

Jana turned and grabbed Diesel’s hand, frightened at Tio’s brewing violence and accurate assessment. They were in enemy territory with no backup.

“Kill me then, fuckhead,” Diesel said, truly not caring about his life. “I’ll die knowing all three of you fuckheads will join me in hell soon.”

“You’re bluffing,” Tio sneered. “Outlaw wouldn’t let you come alone.”

“I go where the fuck I please,” Diesel replied. “With or without Uncle Christopher.”

“Ooooo, Uncle Christopher, huh? It must hurt being the only one of Outlaw’s sons who can’t call him papi.”

“None of us call him that, so shut the fuck up. If you aren’t shooting me, get the fuck out of my face.”

“No! I want you to beg me. I want you to cry and plead for your fucking life.”

“Like you did?” Diesel asked as if he lacked the gene that allowed him to be scared. Or care that he might die. “Do you remember that night, Tio? How you cried like a fucking bitch?”

Tio made a sudden move as if he’d attack Diesel. He didn’t flinch and Tio froze, snapping his brows together.

“Sit, Tio.” Bash commanded.

Storming to his chair, Tio sat and glowered at Diesel.