Chapter Eighteen

Unamused at Torie’s re-entry into their lives, Diesel stormed into the private room at J’s. She was sitting at the table, dressed in black pants and a white shirt, while CJ sprawled carelessly on another chair. From the sounds echoing in the room, he used his phone to play a game.

Torie spotted Diesel first and she swallowed.

He’d warned that fucking cunt to stay far away from his family or she’d pay the consequences.

“Hey, Diesel,” CJ greeted, not looking up from his phone, unaware of the brutal tension between Diesel and Torie. “Fuck, lost again.” Sighing, he got to his feet and shoved his phone in his jacket pocket. He nodded to Torie. “I don’t know if Torie’s reappearance is worse or Mom’s ruined car.”

Diesel had forgotten about that part of this clusterfuck. Before he commented, D. Elliot walked in.

“Diesel!” the waiter said, grinning.

Shoving his anger into a hidden compartment, Diesel smiled at D. Elliot and clapped hands and clutched it.

Torie heaved an audible breath.

“Interesting turn-of events, Diesel,” CJ said calmly. “Torie is D. Elliot’s wife.”

D. Elliot beamed, not noticing Torie was on the verge of losing her shit. “She’s my ex. But I’m working on me, so she agreed to give me another chance.”

Diesel was also on the verge of losing his shit, but for a completely different reason. He had to remember that his immediate family didn’t know about the darkness that lived inside of him or how Diesel dealt with it. Rumors circulated around the club and Uncle Christopher saw Diesel in action in the meatshack. They didn’t know how he grappled with his feelings toward women, his mother’s abandonment juxtaposed with Aunt Meggie’s nurturing.

Digging inside his coat pocket, he pulled out a strap of cash. It had been for Torie, but he had four more straps on him, and he needed D. Elliot out of his way.

“I’ve called someone to deal with Aunt Meggie’s Corvette expeditiously,” he said, holding the money out to the waiter but noticing Torie’s shiver. The fuck it was Jaleena who’d fucked up the car. “Go and wait. I’ll send CJ out in a minute—”

Torie stood, seeing the words as an opportunity to escape. As if she didn’t fucking know Diesel.

He bared his teeth, parodying a smile. “You’re a nurse, aren’t you?”

She swallowed. Nodded.

“She’s kickass,” D. Elliot inserted. “Meggie—”

“Got her the position at Hortensia General.” CJ folded his arms and offered Torie an innocent grin. “Isn’t that fucking interesting?”

“In whose fucking alternate reality?” Diesel demanded, glaring at Torie.

“What am I missing?” D. Elliot asked, his expression so confused Diesel almost felt sorry for him.

“Nothing, boo!” Torie said quickly. She gave Diesel a tremulous smile and laughed nervously. “It’s a wild coincidence. I was hired at the hospital as Edna Carter. By the time Jo was born, I was known as Torie Meadows.”

“Her middle and maiden names,” CJ supplied.

Diesel signaled D. Elliot. “Out. We need to take care of my mother’s car. We don’t want to suffer the wrath of Outlaw.”

“Fuck no, we don’t,” D. Elliot agreed, then turned to CJ. “You should’ve told me about Meggie’s wheels, bro. I could’ve had it towed and—”

“It’ll be towed,” Diesel cut in with impatience. “And, hopefully, seen to in the coming hours.”

“Outlaw—”

“Go,” Diesel interrupted, uninterested in hearing whatever D. Elliot might’ve said.

He held the cash out to Torie. “Let me clock out, then—”

“No!” Diesel snatched the money. “Get the fuck outside. I’ll handle everything. I’ll also hold onto the money until my instructions are followed.”

“I need my job—”

“Get the fuck out of here or you’ll need a fucking coffin,” Diesel snarled.

D. Elliot left. Wise fucking decision.

“I can explain, Diesel,” Torie said, the minute her ex-husband slammed the door shut.

“I doubt you can, cunt.”

Tears rushing to her eyes, Torie dropped onto the closest chair and gripped the back of it, staring at Diesel with fear.

“Diesel…” CJ shook his head. “Never mind. I don’t feel like arguing with your grouchy ass. I have to call Dad.”

“Go outside and wait with D. Elliot. Do not call Uncle Christopher. I will handle it. I’ll tell him you’re spending the night at my place.”

“There’s no fucking way Mom’s car will be repaired in such a short time,” CJ said, catching on to Diesel’s reasons. “Besides, he has to know about Torie.”

“No. He does not.”

“Are you out of your fucking mind? Uncle Johnnie did enough damage hiding shit from Dad. I cannot—”

“You can and you will,” Diesel insisted, although he agreed with CJ. Secrets had a way of rearing their ugly heads at the least opportune times. “He’s just starting to be Outlaw again. If this cunt shows herself—”

“She already has, Diesel! She’s been texting Mom, trying to shake her down. Threatening Dad with jail.”

“Is that so?” Diesel asked softly, smirking at Torie.

She shrank against the table and licked her lips.

“We don’t want to overload Uncle Christopher, CJ,” Diesel said as calmly as he could, though fury boiled through him. “He’s struggling right now. This might tip him over—”

“I can’t hide shit from Dad. He needs to—”

“But you saw no problem hiding shit from Aunt Meggie,” Diesel said flatly. He hated to play such an underhanded trump card. However, it was the only thing he had to work with.

Anger darkened CJ’s eyes and hardened his face. “You motherfucking asshole.”

“The truth hurts, doesn’t it, fuckhead?” Diesel said coldly.

If CJ wanted to be a club member, then he needed to harden himself. He needed to know how to make difficult decisions.

“You made your fucking choice. You decided to be Outlaw’s son, rather than Aunt Meggie’s. Live with it. Deal with everything that means. Most of all, do whatever you need to do to protect your club’s president.”

CJ stared at him a moment longer before nodding and walking out without another word.

Diesel would deal with CJ later.

“I can explain, Diesel,” Torie said.

“Did you hear me ask for an explanation, Torie?” he retorted, sauntering to one of the empty chairs, grabbing it and carrying it to the door. He jammed it under a knob, then faced Torie, hoping she saw his hatred and dislike. He stared at her for so long without speaking that she began to softly sob.

The sound of her tears infuriated him. It reminded him of all the times Tabitha tried to use phony fucking crying to manipulate him. His mother had been notorious for that tactic, too. He and his dad would fall over themselves trying to make her happy. She’d applaud Diesel, call him her favorite little guy, her best boy, her pride and joy.

The more she complimented him and leaned on him, the more Diesel wanted to please and protect her. In the end, it didn’t fucking matter.

Storming to Torie, he grabbed her by the throat and dragged her to her feet. She was so fucking gorgeous to be so goddamn treacherous. But it was her beauty that made her treacherous.

Jerking her closer, he slammed his mouth over hers, his cock already rising, anger feeding his desire. He’d fuck her, then kill her.

He slid her skirt above her waist, hard-pressed to stop kissing her. Her taste was addictive. Yet, he forced himself to drag his lips away and spin her around. After freeing his cock, he shoved the seat of her panties aside and rammed into her.

She sucked in a breath. Not that it mattered to him. His hand on her back pressed her into the table and he pounded into her. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to make her pay or if he wanted to give her pleasure. In his head, it all blurred together. She was a fucking threat to his family. Even to the club because of how she fucked up the balance in their lives.

She caught his rhythm, matched it, tilting her ass up and opening her pussy.

He grunted, bent, and bit her ear. “If you get your fucking pussy off, I’ll fucking kill you while I come. You want a bullet in your fucking brain?”

Exactly how he intended to kill Tabitha. Only he’d make that bitch suck his cock and shoot her in the head while coming in her miserable face.

Torie’s movements stopped and her body tensed. Her pleasure dried up and another sob escaped her.

“You don’t like the fucking thought of having your fucking life ruined, do you, Edna?” He slammed into her, not caring if her moan was one of pleasure or pain.

Torie always came hard. He’d know if he had to follow through on his promise.

He surged into her deeper, harder. “How the fuck do you think my mother felt with the bullshit you did?”

Sliding his cock out of her, he stepped back, grabbed her ponytail and jerked her upright. He dragged her to the closest wall and lifted her into his arms.

If he decided to strangle her, he wanted to look into her eyes.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered.

“Diesel—”

“Do it now.”

Her sob didn’t move him.

Once she complied, he reached his hand between them and ripped her panties away, then worked his cocked inside of her. Her legs trembled. He wanted to humiliate her and make her suffer the way Aunt Meggie made Diesel and all the boys suffer because Torie was a conniving bitch.

During those hellish few days when Aunt Meggie wouldn’t even fucking look at him, Diesel hadn’t felt so frightened in years.

He powered into Torie, then bent and sucked the side of her neck.

“Diesel, God, please,” Torie said, sobbing. “I’m begging you. Don’t leave a mark. D. Elliot—”

“Needs a better woman than you,” he said, pulling his mouth away long enough to say that before he bit into her tender skin again. Ramming his cock in and out of her.

“I’ll suck your dick.” She sniffled. “Let you gag me.”

He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, wanting her to see how much he loathed her. “Joke’s on you, bitch. You’re doing that anyway.”

He licked the tracks of her tears, ignoring the sudden calculating gleam in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tickling his nape with the softest of touches.

Tingles shivered along his spine. He buried himself to the hilt, surrounded by her tender walls, and went still.

“I’m so sorry, boo. I’ve missed fucking you so much. I should’ve accepted your offer to be your mistress.”

Her fingers skated over the back of his neck again.

“Let me come. I’ll suck you dry. You can come in my pussy. On my titties. In my face.”

He could call Ember LeBan if he wanted that much submission, and the teacher wouldn’t try to fucking play him. She was a fucking bore, but a good fuck who loved sucking cock.

Smiling, Diesel dipped his head, brushed his mouth over hers and said, “fuck you.”

Covering her mouth with his hand, he thrust into her, each stroke harder and faster than the next. Not caring about the warmth of her tears. Wishing it was her blood instead.

He moved his hand away, too tempted to slit her throat.

“If I thought you’d learn your fucking lesson, I might let you live. But you want Outlaw and you want stop fucking with Aunt Meggie until you destroy his marriage.”

“I’ll stop!” she cried. “I’ll stop. Please, please, please! You’re hurting—”

On the verge of coming, he pulled out of her and released his hold on her. She crumpled to the floor. Bending and grabbing her ponytail, he tipped her head back and nutted on her lips, then he shoved her away and repaired his clothing.

“Stand up,” he snarled, still panting.

Wailing bitterly, she staggered to her feet while he picked up her ruined panties.

Diesel dangled them in front of her. “Pull your fucking skirt down.” He threw the torn lacy cotton in her face. The panties hit her cheek then floated to the floor. He smiled coldly and pointed to her neck. “Nice hickey.”

Nostrils flaring, she trembled. “I can’t lose Dex. He’s a good man. He’d be so crushed and he’d never want anything to do with me again. He might even take my boy. I love my son so much. I don’t know what I’ll say.” She heaved in a breath. “He might even want to fight you. He’s not stupid. I’m the last person you were with. He’ll know you fucked me and he’s a different beast when it comes to my pussy. He’s murderously jealous.”

“Then, maybe, I’ll go outside and put a bullet in his brain.”

She gasped.

Tired of her, Diesel pulled his switch from the holster at his side, hidden by his coat. With the addition of the switch, he’d converted his ordinary Glock from a semi-automatic pistol to a fully automatic machine pistol.

He jammed it in her mouth. “I fucking warned you, didn’t I?”

Tears leaked from her eyes, and she shook.

“Shooting you is too quick. You might feel brief pain but then you’d be dead.” His fingers squeezed her delicate neck. “Strangling you will be so much more satisfying. I can watch you fucking die, you miserable fucking slut.”

At least Tabitha hadn’t targeted Aunt Meggie.

He wished his gun wouldn’t fire when he pulled the trigger. He loved the sound of a hammer cocking. It added flair and drama. Psychologically, it destroyed the weaker opponent. In this case, a bitch who didn’t have the fucking sense to appreciate her second chance at breathing.

He lowered the gun but kept his hand at her throat.

“Don’t kill me,” Torie begged. “You were just in my pussy. How can you still see me as an object to kill?”

Fuck! She was right. He’d left his DNA on her body. If there was pre-cum, DNA was probably inside her too.

Goddamn it!

“I swear I’ll leave Meggie alone. It’s just that—”

“It’s just nothing,” Diesel cut in, furious. He’d need a fucking way to get her body to the club. If he dumped her as he’d intended and she was found, he was fucked. “I don’t believe you. You want Uncle Christopher, so you’ll stop at nothing to get him.”

He’d planned to kill Torie and go outside until Aunt Meggie’s car was seen to, then send D. Elliot and his way and deal with Torie’s body afterward.

“I’ve already sucked his dick.”

Diesel stared at her, too shocked to do anything else. Even make a fucking sound. Feeling as if a cock suck shouldn’t end a marriage and hearing that Outlaw had actually allowed it left him speechless.

“The night he dropped me off,” Torie continued. “He finger fucked me and I sucked him. He was telling me how much he cared about me,” she insisted. “He told me he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be married anymore. He doesn’t love Meggie. Jo’s birth broke him, Diesel. He hates her for being so detached from her own child. He’s tired of running the club and tired of everything.” She sniffled.

“It doesn’t matter to me if he fucked you ten times a day,” Diesel said coldly.

He might’ve believed Outlaw allowed Torie to suck his cock, but he didn’t believe any of her other lies. No man could fake the love Uncle Christopher carried for Aunt Meggie. More often than not, his expression said what words didn’t. Maybe Outlaw was tired of it all. Not of Aunt Meggie, though. Never of her.

“So what? In your twisted fucking mind, sending him to jail would get him away from his miserable life?”

“I’d never really call the police,” Torie said, her eyes big and bright with unshed tears. “I need money, though. I don’t want to live alone, and I promised Dex I’d help fund his dream. And I love my boy. He missed his daddy so much.”

Diesel shoved her away and thrust his fingers through his hair. If Torie truly was Uncle Christopher’s side piece, he couldn’t harm her, not only today but on any other day either. Also, if Diesel fucking Torie was ever discovered, he’d be in serious shit.

“Stay away from Aunt Meggie, you little cunt,” he ordered, pointing a finger at Torie.

She lowered her lashes.

“I mean it! You fucked up her car!”

“I didn’t!”

Diesel glowered at her. “Uncle Christopher has brought her to J’s in that car. It’s gorgeous. I bet D. Elliot told you about it, including what her vanity plate says.”

“Fine! It was me! I hate her.”

“So much that you don’t give a fuck that CJ can be in trouble.”

“I didn’t know he was in the stupid car. I thought it was her.”

“Fucking bitch. Leave her alone. Back off. If you know what’s good for you.”

Her gaze flew to his. “He’d never kill me over her.”

That was true. Otherwise, Torie would’ve already been dead. It frustrated Diesel at how effectively his hands were tied.

“Stay away from her or I will kill you,” he swore.

Whether she believed him or not, he didn’t care. The coming weeks would tell and he’d respond accordingly.