Page 92 of Diesel's Perseverance
“And Myla?”
“She’s a survivor. I knew she’d be okay.”
“What if this jerk found her?”
“He didn’t—he would’ve told me. He would’ve used Myla as a bargaining chip to get my ass. I’m glad he didn’t. I’m not sure what I would’ve done.”
“Do you love her?” Diesel held his breath.
“Not really. I guess I’m just used to her.”
“Did you ever?”
“In the beginning. We hit it off hard; it felt like love. I was in lust for sure.” He chuckled. “But things changed between us when the money started pouring in. It felt like Myla was trying to keep me down. I wanted to grab it all—the chicks, the dough, the fast lane—all that shit, you know?”
“Yeah, that’s how it was when I patched in with the Insurgents. It was like a fucked-up Candyland with the club girls, the parties, and the booze. It was a massive high, but it couldn’t be forever.”
“I’d hoped it could’ve gone on for a bit longer, but Peter double-crossed me. I found out he was dealing with some biker club in Oakland. When I called him on it, he told me I was a loser, a nothing, and I was holding him back. It was Connor Brawley all over again.”
Diesel stiffened. “What biker club?”
“I forget the name.”
“Grim Henchmen?”
“That’s it. They were moving a lot of opioids up and down the coast with some other clubs in El Cajon and LA. A smaller one, I think. One of your guys was in it too.”
Diesel jerked his head back. A sudden coldness hit the base of his spine. “What the fuck are you saying?”No way anyone from my club’s involved in this shit.
“Not in Colorado. I think it was somewhere in California.”
He exhaled. “The only chapter we got is in San Diego.”
“I guess that’s right. As I said, a small club in El Cajon was involved, and that’s in San Diego County, but that’s all I know.”
“Who’s the Insurgent?” Diesel held his breath.
“Dunno. I overheard Peter a couple of times when we were in LA. I heard the one guy say something about being in the Insurgents, and Peter would be a dead man if he tried to start shit with him.”
Iknewthe snitch was involved with Cano. Both fuckers are history.
“Anyway, I know the biker is one of those after me. It’s just a matter of time before he finds me. I know how you guys operate.”
“We’re nothing like this sonofabitch. Brothers don’t betray the brotherhood.”
“Thisbrotherdid. The lure of money was too great. I can relate to him.”
“Tell me where you are. I can take care of this fuckin’ shit rat and that asshole, Cano.”
“I keep telling you that I’m nowhere.” Ice cubes clinked against a glass. “Peter wasn’t man enough to kill me, so he sent his brother, Miles, to do his fucking dirty work. I just happened to have seen him slip through the sliding door into the family room. If I hadn’t… well, I wouldn’t be talking to you right now.
“I grabbed a knife and went over to him. He pretended that he wanted to talk about business. He said he knocked on the door for a while and called me but didn’t get a response. The fucker said he was ‘worried’ about me. What a lying piece of shit. Miles called me a ‘pathetic nobody.’ Told me that he and Peter were the brains, and I was nothing but a mediocre lackey. When he said that, I went ballistic. The bastard never knew what hit him.” A dry laugh echoed through the phone.
“We’ll get this all sorted. I can help you out.”
“I don’t want help. I want to disappear.”
“I’m in San Diego. I can get you right now.”
