Page 85 of Diesel's Perseverance
“They probably want to grab some chow. Are you hungry?”
“I’m famished. I’ve heard sea air can do that to you.”
He chuckled. “Where do you get all this trivia?”
“I read a lot.”
Demon, Shadow, and Animal motioned Diesel over as he and Myla approached the members.
“I’ll be right back,” he said to Myla.
“I hope everything’s okay,” she replied.
“I’ll just be a sec.” He strode over to the three guys. “What’s up?”
“Smokey spotted a fucking badge. We gotta get rid of the beer cans. I’m not up for being hassled by some asshole cops,” Demon said. He handed Diesel a large plastic bag. “Have the broad take this and dump it in the trashcan. The badge won’t pay attention to her.”
Diesel looked over at Myla, and she threw him a big smile. He turned back to his brothers. “Why don’t we just stash it in the woods behind us? I don’t feel comfortable having Myla go to the trashcan by herself. It’s by the parking lot, and that’s too far.”
“Do you want your ass back in the slammer?” Animal said. “These fucking badges are always looking for a reason to take us in. It’s probably just a hefty fine and a citation, but your ass hasn’t been outta prison that long.”
Diesel clenched his jaw. “We could’ve had the shit disposed of by now. Give me the fuckin’ bag, and I’ll take care of it.” He pointed to Shadow. “You watch Myla, and you—” he pointed to Animal—“come with me. Let’s go.”
After a short while, Diesel and Animal emerged from the thicket of trees without the bag. He motioned to Myla to come over, and she hurried to his side.
“Where did you go?” she asked.
“I wanted to check out the forest. Let’s get some food.”
“Are your friends coming?”
“Yeah. We’ve gotta book it.” He grabbed her hand and hurried her away from the area.
The men jumped on their Harleys, and Demon yelled, “Follow me. We’re going to Las Brisas for food.”
When the group entered the restaurant, Diesel heard Myla gasp.
“This is gorgeous. Look at that view. It’s like we’re right on top of the ocean.”
Diesel glanced around and had to admit the view was kick-ass: The eatery was perched above the coastline, blue water everywhere, and crashing waves below.
“A table by the window,” Diesel said to the hostess.
“Make ours next to theirs,” Demon added. “We got twelve and wanna sit at one table.”
The hostess’s eyes widened. “I’m not sure we can do that, sir.”
“I bet you can. Get your manager.” Demon leaned in closer, and fear streaked across the poor woman’s face.
A man in his mid-forties with a tinge of gray at his temples came over to the hostess stand. “Is there a problem?” His brown eyes darted back and forth between Demon and the other bikers.
“We need a table for twelve, and we wanna be sitting close to them,” Demon pointed at Diesel and Myla.
“All right. I can put a few tables together. It’ll take a few minutes.” The manager glanced over at Diesel. “Where are you sitting, sir?”
Jerking his head toward a corner table, he replied, “That small table by the window.”
“All right.” He whispered something to the hostess, and she practically ran away from the group, disappearing behind the kitchen doors.
