Page 107 of Diesel's Perseverance
Myla didn’t say a word; rather, she tiptoed to the door. Again the doorknob jiggled and then a knock, making her heart skip a beat.
“Diesel needs something,” a voice she didn’t recognize said.
“Who are you?”
“Demon.”
Hairs prickled on the back of her neck. She had seen Demon getting into one of the SUVs and leaving along with Diesel and the others. There was no way he was on the other side of the door.
“I’m not able to open the door. If he needs something, he’ll have to come and get it himself.” Myla didn’t want to let on that she knew the guy was BSing her. She didn’t know why he was trying to get into the room or his capabilities.
“Diesel’s busy. He asked me to get his saddlebag. He needs something inside it. He won’t be happy with you if you don’t open the door and let me grab it.”
He definitely wants to hurt me. He knows Diesel and a lot of the Insurgents have left.Then the realization thatthiswas the biker she’d seen at the clubhouse party in Pinewood Springs hit her. Diesel had questioned her about him. He was probably the one involved with Cano.Oh shit, he’s come to kill me. Cano told him to.Panic clawed at her.
The doorknob shook violently.
“Open the fucking door. Diesel’s going to beat your ass good if I come down empty-handed.”
“I can’t open it right now. I’m going to call Diesel and tell him to come up himself.”
“Bitch!”
A large thud landed on the door, and Myla suspected he kicked it. The angry stomps of his footsteps pounded in her ears, and she slumped against the wall when they faded into nothingness.
Myla’s first instinct was to call Diesel and tell him what happened, but what could he do? He basically told her he’d be indisposed and the reason he gave her Welder’s phone number.Welder. I’ll call him. But… should I? He’s a prospect, and I remember Diesel telling me about them not being privy to everything that’s going on with the club or the members.She pulled a straight-back chair across the floor, wedged it under the knob for extra security, went over to the window, and perched on the back of a comfy chair to let the warm breeze wash over and calm her nerves. She sent a quick text to Welder, asking him if he could escort her from her room to the front porch and wait with her until her friend came by to pick her up. The response was immediate and contained one word—Yes.
Caitlyn would be by in five hours.I just need to get through tonight, and then Diesel will be back home. I can do this.Myla was glad to be going out. It would be a great distraction, and she’d be away from the club… and fromhimfor a while.
Myla focused her gaze on the ocean and lost herself in the water’s ebb and flow.
Chapter Nineteen
Diesel had madecontact with one of Cano’s lackeys. Zach came through for him in a big way by hooking him up with the informant in Kearny Mesa. The contact information the dude gave him paid off, and the two grand Diesel paid for it was more than worth it. A bonus was that Myla never asked any questions about why they’d stopped in front of that piece of shit house, who the dirtbag was, or why Diesel was even there. He was sure she thought plenty, but she didn’t ask him a word and acted like a good ol’ lady was supposed to.Wait… what the fuck? An ol’ lady?Beads of perspiration formed along his hairline. He wasn’t ready for anything like that, was he?
It was true that fucking her that morning was off the charts. They both needed each other and came together to ease their grief and feel something other than pain. But he knew that he’d been drawn to her ever since he’d received her letters three years before. When he met her, the connection, the pull was so damn strong. Of course, he fought it and probably still would have, but lying next to her, feeling her soft body, and knowing she needed more than a hug and some comforting words, tipped the scales.
Shit.He exhaled a long, steady breath. Myla’s pull twisted him all up. He’d never felt an emotional bond with any woman before—it was as special as it was consuming. In the past, he’d fucked more chicks than he could count, and a lot of the hookups were great and some not so good, but they only brought him physical pleasure. Myla was the whole package: kickass sex and emotions he’d never experienced before, which made their coupling the best he’d ever had. Andthatwas what had him all mixed up inside because he didn’t know what to do with it. Diesel was in unexplored territory and wasn’t sure he was ready for what it might bring.
“You think the asswipe has a clue?” Animal asked as he shoved a Glock into his waistband.
“Nope. The fucker’s too greedy to resist a big buy. He thinks he’s gonna make five million on this deal,” Diesel replied, buttoning up a long-sleeved dress shirt.
“You look pretty.” Rags chuckled.
Diesel gave him the middle finger and then resumed fastening the light blue shirt. He tucked it into a pair of gray slacks and slid his feet into black leather shoes.
“Where are you gonna stash your metal?” Throttle said. “Those shoes look like they hurt like hell.”
“They’re not bad,” Diesel replied as he picked up a dark blue jacket and slipped it on. He placed his Glock in the inside pocket of the blazer. “Does it bulge?” He looked over at Rags.
“No. You got something in those pants?”
“Pen gun and a Chaparral knife in each front pocket,” he replied.
“This fucker’s gonna have his goons around for sure, but I wouldn’t be surprised if a few Grim Henchmen are gonna be lurking around. There’s too much money with this deal”—Banger used air quotes around the worddeal—“for those sonsofbitches not to be there.”
“Unless this fucker’s not telling them. Diesel said he’s a greedy asswipe, so he’s probably keeping this supposed transaction all to himself,” Smokey said.
