Page 11 of Diesel's Perseverance
“The girl can stay here until you get things sorted out,” Hawk said before lighting up a joint. He offered one to Diesel, who took it.
“That’s good to hear. I hope I can crack this sooner than later. I may need some help from the brothers.”
Hawk blew out a stream of smoke. “You know you got it. There’s a rally coming up in Spring Valley. Panther called to see if any of us were gonna be there. As far as the rally goes, Throttle and Rags are going. I think some others are thinking about it. May be a good idea to go so you can check around San Diego.”
“I heard about the rally. I was thinking of going before any of this shit started. Rags and I talked about it. I have to get to San Diego and LA. I have a gut feeling my brotheristhere. I just wish he’d call me. I could help him.”
Hawk nodded. “You still may hear from him unless…” His voice trailed away.
“Yeah, I thought about that too. He may not be able to call me. I got Zach doing some digging for me in Denver. I want to know more about this Peter Cano asshole.”
“I’ll look into it too. We’ll help you find him.”
Diesel put his foot against the wall behind him and leaned back. Hawk’s words made his chest swell, and the bond to the brotherhood tightened that much more. The Insurgents were his family one hundred percent. Each brother was there for the other through good and bad times. He knew he could count on them just like they could count on him. They were drawn together not by blood but by loyalty, friendship, and love.
“Are you sticking around?” Diesel asked as Hawk dropped the spent roach and stubbed it out.
“Nah, I promised the kids we’d go for pizza tonight. Stay strong, brother.” Hawk clasped his shoulder, then walked away. Diesel heard the sound of gravel beneath his VP’s boots as he made his way to his motorcycle.
Tossing his joint to the ground, he stood rooted to the spot until the stars blinked in the sky and night sounds filled the air, a natural chorus of crickets, katydids, and critters scurrying through the grass.
“Dude, we need another hand at the poker table. Axe had to get home,” Rags said, standing at the door, holding it open.
Strains of hard-rock music filtered out into the night.
With a deep sigh, Diesel pushed away from the wall.
“I’m crushing it, dude. You feeling lucky tonight?”
“Nope, but what the hell.”
Rags guffawed, and Diesel followed him into the clubhouse.
Chapter Four
The ring ofher phone startled Myla awake. Disoriented, she fumbled for it, knocking the clock radio onto the tan carpeting. Squinting at the screen flashing a number she didn’t recognize, she swiped up.
“Hello?” she said, her heart still beating fast.
“Myla, it’s me.”
She switched on the lamp and sat up straighter. “Freddy? How are you?Whereare you?”
“I’m okay. How are you holding up?”
“I’m not. I don’t know what the hell is going on. I came home and found a pool of blood in the family room. Tell me what’s going on.”
“I’m sorry about that. I had to get out of there and couldn’t risk leaving you a note.”
“Peter called me.”
There was a long pause, and she thought he’d hung up.
“Freddy?”
“I’m here. Sorry.”
“Did you hear what I said? Peter called me.”
