Page 22 of Diesel's Perseverance
“Okay. I’ll be fine. Have a good time.”
He stepped out and closed the door behind him with a quick nod. Myla heard his boots reverberating on the stairs, growing fainter and fainter until she couldn’t hear them anymore.
Fatigue filled her body, and she quickly undressed and slipped on a nightshirt. All she wanted to do was sleep. She closed the blinds on the windows, then pulled back the covers and slipped between them. Myla wondered if Diesel would end up in the arms of one of the party girls. She turned from one side to the other, punched the pillow, then willed herself to banish images of him with a woman from her mind. After several minutes, she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Six
“Get over here,”Demon said, waving his arm at Diesel.
Diesel walked over to the bar. He and Demon had become good friends over the years. He hadn’t seen him or some of the other members from the San Diego Chapter since he was released from the slammer the year before.
“Drink up,” Demon said, pressing a tumbler into Diesel’s hand. “You sure go for the pretty women.”
“That’s fuckin’ random,” he said before taking a sip.
“I’m talking ’bout the broad you’re with. I saw you take her up to your room. Is she your flavor of the night?” Demon laughed and then brought a beer bottle to his lips.
“It’s not like that, bro.”
“It’s me you’re talking to, dude. I don’t go for any BS.”
It wasn’t the time or place to tell Demon about what was going on with Freddy—that would come later.
“She’s a friend who needs some help, that’s all.”
The bearded man squinted at Diesel as if trying to ascertain if he were telling the truth. A slow grin spread across his lips. “I believe you, dude. There are a lot of hot broads here who need some help. I’m thinking of having some fun with that one.”
Diesel looked over at where he pointed and saw Tania. The club girl’s large tits, curvy shape, and big brown eyes made her a favorite among visiting club members. “You better get over there while she’s free. A lot of dudes go for Tania.”
“And you don’t?”
Diesel laughed. “I go for her just fine. You’re the guest. I can have it anytime.”
Demon let out a big guffaw that made his whole body shake. He guzzled the rest of his beer, let out a loud burp, and clasped his hand on Diesel’s shoulder. “I’ll catch you later,” he said.
Diesel watched his buddy stagger over to Tania. The guy was more than tipsy. He doubted if Demon would last more than ten minutes.
When he caught sight of Sandy, the waitress from Beau’s pool hall, he placed the empty glass on the bar and headed to the stairway.
The room wasdim, but his eyes adjusted quickly with the moonlight filtering through the slats in the blinds. He looked over at the bed. Myla lay on her side facing him, her eyes closed, breathing soft and steady, and hair tousled on the pillow.She’s beautiful.For a split second, something tightened around his heart. Diesel shook his head and knew he shouldn’t be standing there staring at her. Dragging his gaze away, he walked over to the couch and pulled off his boots. A thread of anger weaved through him. He couldn’t believe Freddy had abandoned her.He left her in the middle of a clusterfuck, knowing she’d be in danger.
The cell phone in his back pocket vibrated. He fished it out: Zach’s name flashed across the screen. Diesel pushed up from the couch and strode to the bathroom.
“Hey,” he said as he quietly closed the door.
“Yo, dude. Whatcha got going at the club?”
“The usual. You got something for me?”
A low chuckle echoed through the phone. “Yeah, dude. Your brother was into serious shit with some dangerous dealers.”
“Like Peter Cano?”
“Exactly. The douchebag operates outta LA and San Diego. Denver was new territory, and your brother was way outta his league in trying to run a street-level distribution of fentanyl and other opioids. He was also involved in the transportation and distribution of methamphetamine.”
“Fuck. I doubt Freddy knew what the hell he was doing. I’d like to know how he got mixed up with this Cano fucker.”
“My guess is from the opioid pill mills he was running. Your brother was pulling in megabucks, a magnet for drawing in dirtbags like Cano.”
