Page 224 of Rebellious

“There are no women in here,” Easton stated. “There are three little girls.”

“Who asked you, DeLuca?” Narci sneered.

“Enough,” Diesel ordered. “Rebel doesn’t want any fighting tonight.”

Rebel hurried to where Diesel sat. “I should’ve invited some little monsters, right? Mattie told me to.”

“Little monsters?” Diesel asked, considering holding his inhales until she left so he would breathe in her scent.

“Other kids,” she announced.

Seven laughed. “You call them little monsters, babe?”

Giggling, Rebel turned to address Seven. Diesel wanted to shoot that motherfucker. “Axel is a little monster, but he isn’t enjoying himself at all.”

“Don’t feel bad, Rebel,” Easton said before Diesel could comfort her. “You did a beautiful job.”

“Thanks. I just wish—”

“Reb, c’mere,” Mattie called, waving her over.

Rebel started to walk away. “Wait. Am I supposed to serve you guys like Momma and the aunts do sometimes?”

“In their fucking dreams,” Diesel said. Enough was enough. What kind of fucking question was that?

Mattie rushed over. “Harley reminded me about the temporary tattoos. That might draw Axel into having fun.”

“Babe?” Kaia called, grating on Diesel’s nuts, especially when Rebel rushed away and took Mattie with her.

Rebel touching the gauges in Kaia’s ears and then him whispering to her almost sent Diesel over the edge. She nodded and Kaia broke away, heading to where the Triplets stood.

Diesel waited for Axel to send that motherfucker on his way. Instead, he allowed Kaia to guide him to another grouping of rented seats where they both sat. Rebel clapped, and Kaia winked at her. She started to follow behind them as Mattie and Harley did, but Diesel called her to him.

“What?” she asked.

“What is emo boy about to do?”

Everyone except Easton snickered.

Rebel made a face at Diesel. “He’s about to draw a tattoo on him with a marker.” She glanced at the clock behind the bar. The movement bounced her hair and spread its bergamot scent around. “I hope my surprise arrives. It should cheer Axel up.”

“Only your Mom and Outlaw would do that,” Torrin said.

Rebel stiffened. He’d told Torrin to keep her there while Diesel sat in one of the back rooms with Tommi. She’d played a game on her phone and he’d counted the minutes until he could spring his surprise on Rebel. He’d expected that motherfucker to have some goddamn sense. He hadn’t asked Torrin what else he’d said. Diesel didn’t want to know. However, he’d remind Torrin to treat Rebel with the care and respect she deserved for the rest of his fucking days.

She looked at Diesel. “We’re going to do a line dance. Axel likes those. Whoever wants to join can.”

“What’ll it look like with a bunch of motherfuckers dancing and only three chicks, Reb?” Seven shook his head. “And underaged chicks at that.”

“Like you’re trying to give my little brother a good party,” Rebel said. “Suppose I make sure I’m between you and Kaia?”

Diesel choked.

Amusement lit Seven’s eyes.

“And suppose I said please?”

“And suppose I put you over my fucking knee and spank you for your bullshit?” Diesel snapped. “You know what the fuck you’re doing.”