“In Hortensia?” he asked to be certain.
She nodded.
They knew about the farm because Diesel told them.Heknew because Outlaw entrusted him with both the club’s history and that of the Caldwell/Donovan family.
Those motherfuckers.
Standing on her tiptoes, Gail planted her mouth against his, probably believing the inch she’d given would yield immeasurable returns. Namely, her fucking life.
His cock stiffened, and he shoved her to her knees. After unfastening his clothes, he rammed his jeans down and stuffed his dick down her throat. He buried his fingers in her hair and grabbed a handful, twisting brutally, setting a relentless pace. The sound of her gags, the sight of her tears and red face, made the base of his spine tingle.
She wasn’t worthy to swallow his cum. He tipped her head back and unloaded in her face, then dragged her to her feet by her hair.
“Come, come,” he said as if she had a choice. After pulling up his clothes, he guided her to where Joplin sat, silently sobbing. Smiling politely, he tipped up her chin, still holding Gail’s hand. “What’s wrong, Jop?”
“Please don’t hurt me, Diesel,” she sniveled.
“Hurt you?” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “Hurt you? We don’t hurt women, love.”
She trembled. “Diesel, please—”
Bending, he brought his lips to hers and kissed her long and deep. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he warned in amiable tones. “You reap what the fuck you sow.”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she chanted, near hysteria.
He cupped her face and kissed her again. “Shhhh. It’s okay, love. You’re fine. I promise. I got you.”
Gail wrapped her fingers around his wrist. “Diesel—”
Ignoring her, he kept his attention on Joplin. “Your death will be slow and painful,” he whispered, close to her ear so only she heard. “I intend to make you fucking suffer.”
She screamed at the top of her lungs.
He kissed her again and frowned. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Okay?” He straightened and pulled Gail to him. He nuzzled her neck, ignoring her shaking body, not caring about the fear wafting from her. “You’re going to make Joplin come on your tongue,” he breathed. His cock turned to stone.
Joplin screamed again. “Diesel! God! Please! Please! I’ll do anything,” she said wildly. “Please, don’t kill us. Please. You can lock us away. Hide us. Keep us as your secret sex toys. Please.”
“You like to come, Joplin,” Diesel reminded her. “You love to have your pussy licked.” He laid a finger against his jaw. “Didn’t you want to eat out my little sister?”
“I was joking! I—”
Diesel smirked at her. “I doubt that. We both know youseriouslytried to kill CJ.CJ. What the fuck has he ever done to you? CJ is the kindest kid. A fucking gentleman. You fault him for loving his mother?”
“No! No. We were joking—”
“Do you know why he loves her so much?” Diesel interrupted, suddenly so furious with Joplin and Gail he could barely see straight. “Because she deserves it. She loves him, me, and all her children andyou, bitch, shit on that. Almost took CJ’s life because you’re a bunch of fucking vipers. Nyx is next.”
“Nyx had nothing to do with it, Diesel,” Gail said woefully. “I swear. She’s very angry with usbecause all she ever wanted was to be a Dweller girl. She wants Outlaw.”
Diesel cackled. “Not only are you vicious bitches butbrainlesscunts.”
Joplin’s nostrils flared.
“Is she with those four fuckheads at the Donovan farm?”
“We’re not sure where she’s at,” Gail said shakily.
“Then how the fuck do you know she’s angry?”
