Page 55 of Diesel's Perseverance
“He just asked if I’d been back to the house, and I said no, which is true. I didn’t tell him anything about you or about me being here. Freddy still thinks I’m somewhere in metro Denver. He kept trying to get me to tell him where I was. Then he said he’d be in touch and hung up.”
“How long did you guys talk?”
“About fifteen minutes, maybe a little less. But the freaky thing was that after I hung up, Peter called me.”
Diesel shot up in the seat, adrenaline pumping through his veins. “What the fuck did he say?”
“He kept asking me where Freddy was. He threatened to make my death slow and painful if I didn’t tell him. I kept telling him I didn’t know, but he didn’t believe me. I tried to be as convincing—”
“You don’t have to convince that motherfucker ofanything,” he gritted. A tornado of rage swirled around inside him. “Do you have call trace?”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll call Hawk. He’s at the clubhouse in his office. He’ll take your phone and see if he can trace it. Don’t go anywhere. Stay put at the clubhouse.”
“He thinks I’m in Denver.”
“Did he say that?”
“Not exactly, but I could tell by how he talked. Freddy told people he had a brother in an outlaw motorcycle club, but I guess he never told them the name of the club.”
“I used to tell him never to say where the club is located or the name of my MC. I guess he listened for once.”
“When will you be home?”
“I have shit to finish at work. I’ll be home around six thirty, but you’re safe at the club. Just stay inside until I get there, okay? I don’t want anything happening to you. I’ll call Hawk now.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later. I didn’t hear you leave this morning.”
“I left early. If you get any more phone calls, call me. I’ll keep my cell in my pocket.”
“All right. I’ll go downstairs and wait for Hawk to come into the great room. I miss you.”
Knowing that Cano had contacted Myla and that she was scared crushed him. At that moment he wanted to be with her, holding her close to him, stroking her hair, and inhaling her perfume—vanilla with a hint of orange.If anything happens to her, I’ll…
“Did you hear me?” Myla’s voice broke in on his thoughts. “I miss you.”
“Yeah, I heard you.”Stay cool. You need to detach and not fuck up anything.“I better call Hawk. Sit tight.”
“Okay,” she replied, her voice reflecting disappointment. “Bye.”
The phone clicked off.Damn it!And a great emptiness filled him. An unexpected urge to call her back—to tell her he missed her too—washed over him, but he resisted. He took a deep breath, expelled it, then slowly tapped in Hawk’s number.
When Diesel rodeinto the clubhouse’s parking lot, he spotted Myla leaning against the brick wall, looking down at her phone. She wore white shorts that showed off her long, lean legs and a fuchsia pink T-shirt that hugged her breasts and bared a sliver of skin at her midriff. Her hair was loose and tumbling over her shoulders. His breath quickened.All that creamy flesh. She’s so damn beautiful. Fuck.
He averted his gaze and slowly walked toward the front door, the gravel crunching under his boots. Myla glanced up. Her eyes locked on his broad chest then moved up to his gaze, and a warm smile lit up her face as she pushed away from the wall and walked toward him.
“You’re home,” she said, a tinge of pink colored her cheeks.
“Yeah. How are you?”
“Good now that you’re back. I’ve been nervous ever since I heard from Peter. I feel better now that you’re here.”
She stepped closer, and her familiar scent of vanilla and orange wrapped around him. She reached out and brushed her fingertips across his forearm.
“Your skin’s warm.”
“From the sun. Did you hear anything more from the asshole or Freddy?”
