Chapter Fifteen
Later that afternoon, Diesel walked into the penthouse he shared with his wife in Hortensia’s Medical District. Unlike the apartments on the opposite side of town, this place, and those nearby, catered to wealthier residents.
The scent of newness still greeted him, even after almost a year of living there. Boasting Italian kitchen and bathroom cabinetry, quartz countertops, floor-to-ceiling windows in every room, ten-foot ceilings, and heated stone floors, it was the best money could buy.
As a homeless boy, all those years ago, he’d never dreamed he’d ever call such luxury his. Day-to-day survival had been brutal. He’d dreamed of seeking revenge on his mother. She’d walked away first. She’d carried him and nurtured him and turned him into a momma’s boy, then broke his goddamn heart with his desertion.
He hated that cunt.
He hadn’t known what would become of himself or how he’d make her pay. He’d seen himself rising to become a petty criminal and earning enough money for a shabby house with electricity, running water, food, alcohol, and condoms.
Then he’d met Outlaw. And this, money and anything his heart desired, became his new normal. Though he’d gotten a full ride on a football scholarship, Aunt Meggie considered him one of her sons. The astronomical allowance she gave him every month still blew his mind. Even after he graduated and began his law career, she still gave him money.
He’d tried to talk to her. The most he got was her agreement to send him half, and allow CJ, as the next oldest son, to get the rest.
Diesel knew he’d crushed her when he’d moved out and then unexpectedly married Tabitha. One day, he hoped Aunt Meggie understood.
Rebel came to mind, and he scowled, scrubbing a hand over his face. Tension coiled into him. He wanted to shake the fuck out of her. She was determined to ruin his fucking life.
Gasps and moans caught his attention. Scowling, he stalked toward the bedroom between the breakfast bar that separated the large kitchen and enormous living room in the open floor plan. Bright airiness surrounded him.
Aunt Meggie had wanted to help him decorate. Tabitha insisted the job belonged to her as his then-girlfriend. She’d gotten her way.
Fucking bitch.
Pushing open the door of the master bedroom and walking in, he halted at the edge of the king-sized bed.
His wife gasped again, slamming her pussy against another woman’s. He couldn’t see the other girl, though he suspected it was Jana Reynolds, Diesel’s pet project and Tabitha’s favorite fuck buddy. That bitch loved to fuck with him.
Of all the women to have over.
His cock rising, Diesel watched their clits meet.
“Fuck me, Tabitha,” Jana—her voice leaving no doubt to her identity—cried. Her feet were high in the air. “My pussy’s so fucking wet!”
Tabitha tossed her head back, pounding Jana’s hot box. Diesel unzipped his jeans, catching his wife’s attention. She halted her grinding and glanced over her shoulder.
“Diesel,” she murmured, falling to Jana’s side. Her dazed expression and dilated pupils hinted she’d snorted coke. She massaged her swollen clit. “I got tired of waiting for you.”
He sat on the edge of the bed to remove his boots and socks. “I didn’t know we were having company today.”
Once they were off, he stood and kicked off his jeans.
“Hello, Jana,” he greeted, stroking his cock and staring at her juicy beaver.
The blonde lifted her head and licked her lips, her gray eyes dark with need.
Something about her reminded him of Johnnie, but she swore her parents were Amy and Sue Reynolds, although her father referred to himself as Sam, since he wasn’t amused that his parents had been such huge Johnny Cash fans.
“Hi Diesel,” she said, sliding a finger along her slit.
Glaring at the ceiling, Tabitha’s hand fell away from her cunt. “Shut up, Jana.”
Jana was high, too. Of course, she stayed high. He’d met her as a fucking junkie. She’d been eighteen, a guest at a private party in Camas of one of his old college frat brothers. No, a fucking whore.
Even if he mistrusted women, the way they were using her because she needed a fix pissed him the fuck off, so he’d given her the money and sent her on her way with his business card, warning those motherfuckers to back off from her. He wasn’t anyone’s fucking savior, least of all a traitorous woman, but he couldn’t condone fucking abuse.
Besides, Aunt Meggie and Rebel, fuck all the women and girls in his family, expected better from him. He couldn’t let them down because of his cunt of a mother.
Three months later, he ran across her at a bar in Portland. Once again, high. And, once again, selling pussy, ass, and mouth for another hit. It had been Tabitha’s first day at the law firm, where he’d been interning under Kendall. Immediately, Diesel was wary of Tabitha. She was so fucking nosy and her fake laugh fucking grated.
He’d ordered Kendall to perform a background check. Tabitha checked out, so Diesel relaxed and let his guard down with that fucking bitch.
“D-Diesel?” she called now.
Jana got to her feet, too thin for her five-foot, eight-inch frame. Track marks marred her arms and legs.
They’d become lovers the night he saw her in the bar. In the four years since, he’d tried to help her, pulled away whenever she fell off the wagon, then inevitably found his way back into her pussy.
Eventually, he would fucking kill her and put her out of her fucking misery. He preferred mourning her loss at his own hands, then one day discovering she was dead because she’d Od’d or a fucking john killed her.
He was so fucking tired of gutting random fucks for buying her pussy so she’d get high. But, fuck, they weren’t the problem. She was.
He’d spent countless money on fucking rehab, and she always fucked up. The most expensive money could buy in the States, in Canada. In Europe. He made her fucking junkie friends disappear. Absolutely nothing worked. She was a coke, heroin, and sex addict, and Diesel was at the end of his patience.
Especially with Rebel fucking with him. His body count for her was three and counting, but he couldn’t fuck himself up.
Right now, the only thing keeping him sane were his parents—Uncle Christopher and Aunt Meggie. They expected him to use logic. She expected him to have mercy.
He’d been standing, dick in hand, contemplating the women in his life for so long, the entire mood changed. His cock was only semi-erect and the flush of passion was deserting the bodies of both women.
Tabitha staggered to her feet and stumbled the short distance to him. His nostrils flared. The sweet scent of her lingering arousal made his balls throb and his dick stiffened again.
He shoved Tabitha away, hating her so fucking much. Climbing on the bed, he pushed Jana’s legs apart and smiled at her.
“Hey, baby.”
Tenderness softened her gray eyes, and she lifted her hips. Accepting her invitation, he sank into her and licked her soft lips.
“Diesel,” she whispered. “I love you.”
He didn’t love her. He cared about her, but he didn’t have the capacity for the type of love she wanted.
She started to cry. As usual, when she was high, her emotions were all over the place.
“Fuck,” he snarled, pulling out of her and turning over.
“No! Don’t leave me.”
“Get up, Jana.” She sobbed harder, and he clenched his teeth. “Under the covers. Sleep this shit off, then I’ll fuck you.”
Obeying without question, Jana crawled between the sheets.
Diesel stood, surprised to see Tabitha curled up on her chaise lounge, her bubble ass cheeks a beautiful sight. Smooth, creamy skin and a narrow waist tempted him.
“What the fuck is Jana doing here?”
Tabitha threw him a petulant look. “She called and asked if she could come over.”
“Was she already high?”
“What’s it to you?”
He took a step toward her. Their last argument had been over Jana. Marginally better than motherfucking Bash.
“Not a goddamn thing, Tabitha.”
Tears rushed to her eyes. He didn’t give a fuck. Since he had to stay married to this cunt for now, he went to her, his cock hard and hurting.
“Fuck you. Stick your cock in an electrical socket, bitch.”
Gritting his teeth, Diesel backed away. If not for Jana, he’d return to the club, fuck one of the girls, then go to his old room at the house. He was so grateful Aunt Meggie always welcomed him and insisted on keeping a place for him. He regretted not allowing her to go ahead with plans to build him a place on the grounds, although he’d thought it was safer to keep Tabitha far away from day-to-day living so close to the club.
Diesel snatched his jeans. Before he covered one leg in the denim, Tabitha rushed to him, drawing his gaze to her big titties. Her nipples were hard and enticing. He loved sucking them.
“Bash promises he’ll keep the meeting brief.”
Glaring at her, he snapped his eyes to hers. Women and alcohol were Diesel’s weaknesses. Last year, he’d gotten fucking sloshed and bared his soul to this cunt. Soon after, he’d walked into his penthouse and found a Scorpion there, fucking Tabitha’s brains out.
Immediately, he’d realized she’d betrayed him to a rival club. Running scared, he’d married her. She was an enemy. He’d needed to keep her close.
But he fucking hated her. She was finally encouraging Diesel what he’d long suspected her of doing—betraying the club.
“Please, Diesel? I swear I haven’t told him anything.” She lowered her lids, gazed at him through the sweep of her long lashes. “Not even that you made me take abortion pills and watched as I lost our baby.”
In his quest to put up a front as a happily married newlywed, he told the world they were trying for a baby. Behind closed doors, he wore condoms before he stuck his cock in her.
Fuck, he didn’t trust any woman to have his kid.
He should’ve expected Tabitha to fuck with his rubbers or try to pass another motherfucker’s kid off as his. Either he was na?ve, too fucking impassive to really pay attention, fucking stupid, or all three.
Tabitha was a fucking woman. They were born to scheme, cheat, and desert.
Dropping to her knees, Tabitha slid his cock so deep into her warm mouth, she gagged. He liked that sound. When he killed her, he’d probably strangle her, so he could look in her eyes and watch her die.
He slammed against her mouth. “Fucking slut,” he growled, burying his hands in her hair and twisting. He held her head in place, his cock deep in her throat. Saliva slid over his balls. He pressed her nose against him, laughing when she pounded on his ass.
She bit into his hard flesh.
“Bitch,” he snarled, but he eased up and slid his dick out of her mouth, jerking her head back and staring into her watery eyes. “I fucking hate you.” He tightened his grip on her hair. “Oh, I’m the stupid motherfucker for ever falling for your kindness.”
“Pathetic asshole! You were so fucking easy to figure out. Mommie abandoned you and you want a woman’s acceptance, though you pretend you don’t.” She cackled. “You’re so fucking needy, you can’t even see no one will ever truly want such a sad sap. Not even your precious Caldwells.”
He shoved her away, and she popped to her feet, big titties bouncing.
“We could be good together! We could rule.”
“Fuck you.”
“Bash has information about Megan Caldwell,” she bit out. “He needs to see you.”
He’d talk to Uncle Christopher first.
“All I’m asking is that you meet him once. He’ll explain everything.”
Nostrils flaring, Diesel scrubbed a hand over his face. “Fine, Tabitha. Set it up. Now, get the fuck out of my face before I fucking kill you.”