Page 14 of Diesel's Perseverance
By the time she washed her hair and showered, the morning sun was streaming into the room. She picked up the phone and tapped in Diesel’s number.
“Yo,” a deep voice greeted her.
“Hi. This is Myla. I—”
“I know it’s you. I was gonna give you a call.”
“You were?”
“Yeah, I haven’t heard from you.”
“I meant to call, but I don’t want to be a pest.”
“Fuck that. You’re fine. What’s up?”
“Freddy called me early this morning.”
“Is he all right? Did he tell you where he is? What did he say?”
“I guess he’s okay. I have no clue where he is, considering he didn’t tell me much.”
“Did you get the vibe that he couldn’t talk freely?”
“No, I didn’t. I’m pretty sure Freddy was alone. He kept trying to find out where I was. I told him I was in Elizabeth, staying at a motel. He didn’t give me much information. He kept saying it was for my own good because I wouldn’t be able to tell Peter anything if he came after me.”
“Sounds more like it’s for Freddy’s good, not yours.”
“That’s what I told him. He got real pissed at me about that.”
“Did he give you any details on what happened?”
“At first he said it was ‘sort of… maybe’ self-defense, then he said itwasbut that Peter wouldn’t see it like that. He didn’t tell me anything more. Oh, he also told me not to contact you.”
“Why the fuck would he say that? I’m the only one who can help him out of this shit.”
“I know. Maybe he’s embarrassed for you to know. Freddy always tried hard to be the best, so you’d be proud of him.”
“Shit. He needs to fuckin’ call me.”
“I agree. He was using a burner phone.”
“I figured that. I’m coming over now. Get all your stuff packed. You’re coming with me.”
“Where to?”
“I’ll explain when I get there. You’re not safe. It’s only a matter of time before Peter the Asshole figures out where you are. I’ll be there soon.”
Then the line went dead. Myla stood in the sunshine, wondering how her life had taken such a significant detour. Where was Diesel going to take her? Would her life ever be normal again? And why in the hell was Freddy so hostile toward her when he’s the one who fuckedeverythingup?
After taking several deep breaths to calm herself, she put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, then began packing her suitcases.
Twenty minutes later, a knock sounded on the door. She looked through the peephole and saw Diesel. She swung open the door.
“That was fast. I’m not finished yet.”
“That’s cool. Take your time.”
She walked over to the dresser, opened the drawer, and pulled out several casual tops. Turning toward him, she caught his eyes roving over her. A heated flush crept up her neck as she shuffled her feet. Glancing toward the suitcase on the bed, she mumbled, “I have to put these in there.”
