Page 205 of Rebellious

His teeth flashed against his sun-kissed skin in a brief smile. He wasn’t as handsome as Diesel—or Kaia—but she understood why the biker girls chased Torrin. Black hair, blue eyes, nice body, and motherfucker written all over his face. “Suppose it isn’t a lecture? Suppose it’s guidance?”

“About what?” she asked, suspicious. He hadn’t been the friendliest to her in recent weeks.

He studied her, drank more beer, and gave her another small smile.

“I dated a girl I had no business with once. I was…an adult. She wasn’t.” He shrugged. “I thought she was.”

“I need to know this why?”

“Jekka was a handful,” he said, swallowing beer. “When I found out her age, that witch didn’t care that I’d be arrested and the fucking key thrown away. Wherever I was, she showed up. If I was sitting with a woman…” He blew out a breath and sat the empty bottle on the table. “I’m surprised I didn’t end up in jail with her jealous tantrums. I suppose my saving grace was she looked older than she actually was.”

Folding her arms, Rebel leaned back in her chair and lifted a brow. He was obviously fishing for information. If it was for Diesel, fuck both of them. If it was to use against Diesel, then double fuck him.

“If Diesel fucks you, he’s going to have to cover his tracks.”

She blinked at his bluntness.

“Whether that’s covering his tracks by paying more attention to Jana or surrounding himself with other women, you have to be able to handle it.”

Hmmm. Was this Diesel’s way of testing her? She’d asked him to trust her, but he wouldn’t give it easily. But could she trust Torrin? Maybe he was one of Daddy’s spies. Doubtful. Daddy sniffed out information with the accuracy of a bloodhound. And Kaia was vulnerable enough to the brothers. She couldn’t disrespect him and leave him to their viciousness. “I’ll never sleep with Diesel. I have Kaia.”

“Are you sure about that? Kaia’s not going to want to hold your hand forever.”

“What he wants isn’t your business. That’s between us. He’s my boyfriend—”

“Your chi or your huahua? I forget.”

“And Diesel has Jana,” she continued, throwing him a dirty look. “Even if I didn’t have Kaia, Diesel is still engaged.”

“Would that really matter to you?”

It hadn’t Saturday, but she’d been emotional and traumatized. She’d come to her senses since then.

“C’mon, Reb,” Torrin coaxed, chuckling. “Humor me.”

“And disappoint myself?” She shook her head. “No.”

“CJ’s a people pleaser.”

“A disease that we hope he finds a cure for,” she retorted.

His laugh was genuine this time.

“I’m still waiting for your guidance, Torrin. You have two seconds to get around to that—”

“Or what? Outlaw and Diesel aren’t here to force me away from the table.”

Fear surged into her. He was right. Bishop was somewhere on premises, but even if she screamed, he might not hear her in time or at all if he wasn’t nearby.

“I’m not trying to upset you, princess.”

“You could’ve fucking fooled me,” she said, unable to stop herself, settling her hands on her lap to hide their shaking.

“I want Diesel happy, Rebel. He deserves it, but you have to play your part.”

“He can’t be happy at my expense. That’s Jana’s forte, not mine. That will never be mine. Not for him, Kaia, or anyone in my life.”

“As if you’ll ever have any other choices.” He chuckled without humor. “Not because of you, but because your father and brothers will never allow you to.”