Page 3 of Diesel's Perseverance
Beau laughed. “I bet he dotes over her the way he did Kylie when she was little. I remember he’d be like a damned old hen when we’d take the kids to the park.”
“He’s still that way with Kylie,” Rags said.
Beau shook his head. “I gotta give that guy some hell real soon. I’ll send Sandy over with your beer.”
Beau didn’t take any crap from anyone. During his thirty-five-year ownership of the pool hall, he’d thrown out more unruly, disrespectful, and just plain old pains in the asses than he could remember. Diesel liked his toughness, but he also admired how the old dude had raised four kids single-handedly after his wife had died. Being single dads was the thread that had drawn Beau and Banger together initially. Still, their love of riding Harleys and listening to heavy metal intertwined the two men into a lifelong friendship.
“Beau’s okay,” Rags said as he watched the older man walk away.
“He should’ve been an Insurgent.”
“Here comes Sandy. She’s hot for you, dude.”
Diesel looked up just as the waitress reached the table.
“Here you go.” She put the beer bottle in front of Rags. “And here’s your double whiskey.” Her tits were almost popping out of her low-cut top as she leaned down even further than before. “I hope you like it.”
“Beau’s whiskey is always top-notch,” he said.
“Do you needanythingelse?”
“I’m good. Rags?”
“Have you ever been to a club party?”
Diesel kicked his friend under the table.
“No, but I’ve heard they’re wild. Do you both go to the parties?”
“Never miss them,” Rags said.
“Never?” She fixed her gaze on Diesel.
“Depends on what else is going on. Sometimes we’re outta town.”
“But that doesn’t happen too often. Like the party in two weeks. We’ll all be in town.”
“You too, Diesel?”
“Two weeks is too far out for me to say. Things can come up fast in our world. You never know.”
“I’ll call you and let you know, okay?” Rags said.
Sandy pulled her eyes away from Diesel and glanced over at his friend. “Okay, I’ll give you my number for the next time you have one of those parties. I have a girlfriend who’d like to go too. Is that okay?”
“Sure. The more chicks, the better. The brothers would love a clubhouse of pretty women like you.”
“Aren’t you sweet,” she said.
Tired of the whole situation, Diesel pulled out his phone and checked for missed calls or texts. There were several, mostly from women who wondered when they could hook up with him again, but the one call and text he was searching for wasn’t there.Where the hell are you, Freddy? Just give me a fuckin’ call already.
“She’s hot as fuck.” Rags’s voice broke into his thoughts.
“Who?”
“Sandy.”
“Oh, yeah, she’s okay.”
