Page 15 of Diesel's Perseverance
He brought his gaze to her face. “Go ahead.”
“Where are you taking me?” she said, moving toward the suitcase.
“To the clubhouse.”
Myla froze to the spot. “Yourclubhouse?”
“Yeah.”
She turned around. “Will I be safe there?”
He busted out laughing. “Fuck yeah. You got a bunch of outlaw bikers in a secure facility. What do you think?”
A smile whispered across her lips. “I meant, will the guys be okay with me being there?”
“Yeah, that’s why I’m taking you there. The prez and VP are cool with it, and so are the brothers.”
“Are you going to be there?”
He ran a hand through his dark hair. “I gotta figure out some things, but yeah, I live there.”
“I didn’t know that. It must be a big place.”
“It is. I’ll give you some of the rules you gotta be aware of. Also, some of the club girls may be a bit pissed to have a new woman in the place.”
“Club girls?”
Diesel cleared his throat. “Chicks who are taken care of by the club. You know, they help us out with some things and we give them room and board. It works out most of the time.”
Myla caught on right away that the women were there for the men’s sexual pleasure. She had to smile at how Diesel was trying to explain the situation without really explaining it.
“They won’t bother you. They’ll know you’re with me and respect that. It’s just that they may be snarky and shit like that.”
“I’m sure I can handle it. Besides, I’m not interested in making any new friends.”
Another laugh came from deep in his chest. “You’ll do all right. The other guys will leave you alone ’cause they’ll know you’re with me too.”
“Okay. I’ll do my best to fit in. Anyway, it’s only for a short time.”
“Yeah, that’s a good attitude.”
Myla checked the closet and drawers one last time and picked up her shoulder bag and tote.
“I’m all set.”
Without a word, Diesel grabbed the two suitcases, and they walked out of the room.
Chapter Five
The heavy bassbeat made the floor in Diesel’s room vibrate. Myla had been camped out there for the past three days, and it still seemed like she’d been dropped into another world. She couldn’t get used to the constant noise that filled the clubhouse most hours of the day. If the men weren’t playing poker, darts, or pool, they had parties—and boy, did they have a lot of parties—or watching car racing or sports on the big screen television in the great room. If everyone was hung over after a club party, they just moped around and listened to heavy metal or hard-rock songs from a jukebox.
Myla had been on her own since she’d turned sixteen and wasn’t used to being around a lot of people, let alone livingwiththem and their lifestyle. When she moved in with Freddy, it was exciting and new, but having someone in her space was a bit of an adjustment. However, it was never anything like what went on inside the clubhouse. During the last three days—it seemed much longer than that—she often wondered how the men and women who lived here could keep up the frenzied pace. It was driving her bonkers, and she was in Diesel’s room most of the time.
The doorknob rattled, then the door flew open. Diesel walked in, throwing her a side grin as he made his way to the tall dresser against the south wall.
“Another party downstairs?” She stretched her legs out in front of her, smoothing her jean skirt with her hands.
“Looks like it. A few of the brothers are setting up the poker tables.”
