Page 109 of Diesel's Perseverance
Diesel walked to a metal shelf and placed the briefcase on it. He opened it and pulled out a packet of one-hundred-dollar bills and handed it to him. Cano waved a hand at one of the goons, who walked over to a panel and switched on the overhead light. Cano pulled out one bill and held it up, turning it over and over, and then he took out a flashlight from his pants pocket and shined it on the bill.
“Looks good,” he murmured.
“It is,” Diesel said. “Now show me the dope.”
Cano snapped his fingers, and one of the flunkeys went into the office, retrieved a large case, and brought it to him. Cano snapped open the closures, and the lid popped up, revealing pouches of white powder and small blue pills. He handed a pouch of pills to Diesel.
Diesel opened the pouch, took out a pill, held it up, and noticed one side was stamped with the letterMand the number30on the other side.
“Let me see the powder,” he said.
By now, Cano’s silk shirt clung flat to his thin shoulders. At each armpit was a dark half-moon. He handed a pouch to the biker.
“It’s good stuff.”
Without saying a word, Diesel took out several fentanyl testing strips and then pulled open the plastic bag.
“What’re you doing?” Cano asked, his arm wiping the moisture from his forehead.
“Making sure I’m getting the product I ordered.” From how the fucker was sweating, Diesel knew the asshole was pulling a fast one.
“You don’t trust me?”
The biker glanced up and gave Cano a hard stare. “No.”
“Give me the money,” Cano said in a low voice.
“You heard him,” a deep growl said from behind Diesel.
“Don’t reach for your weapons,” the voice said.
Diesel’s eyes darted to the two goons and then back to Cano, but neither of them moved. A satisfied smirk spread across Cano’s face.
“You double-crossing me, fucker?” Diesel said.
“Looks that way. Now hand me the briefcase nice and slow.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Animal said, coming out from behind a tower of boxes. “And if you try anything stupid, you’re all fucking dead.”
“Yeah,” Smokey said, joining him.
“I’m itching to try out my new piece, so go ahead and make a move,” Demon’s voice rang out.
Cano, wild-eyed, turned to the two bodybuilders who stood rooted to the floor. “Do something.” He pointed his finger to someone behind Diesel, Jax, and Shadow. “And what good are you?”
Diesel glanced over his shoulder and noticed one of the Grim Henchmen from the rally. A spark of recognition flashed in the rival’s eyes, and his face paled.
“Fuck you, Cano! You’re a damned dumbass. These aren’t buyers; they’re outlaw bikers. You set me up!”
Cano shook his head vehemently. “No, I didn’t. I thought this was a legitimate business deal.”
“With bullshit product? You were trying to cheat me, you motherfucker!” Diesel moved a few steps toward Cano.
“I don’t have any problem with your club. Why did you put on this charade? You never intended to buy anything from me. I know you have other connections.”
“How do you know so much about our club?” Demon asked, coming from behind.
The door burst open, and several Henchmen rushed in, followed by a slew of Insurgents.
