Page 17 of Diesel's Perseverance
“Good.” Diesel grasped her hand again. “What’ve you been up to?”
“Same old shit, you know. You comin’ to the rally in our neck of the woods?”
“Yeah. Rags, Throttle, Bones, Hawk, and some other brothers are going too. It’s been too long since we’ve been in San Diego.”
“No shit.”
“Whatcha drinking?” Diesel asked, motioning to a biker behind the bar.
“Double Jack.”
He pointed to the bearded man and lifted two fingers in the air. The bartender rushed over with two glasses of whiskey, handed them to the two men, and hurried away.
Diesel bent down. “You want something to drink?” he asked, his lips brushing against her ear.
“I’m good,” she yelled back.
Diesel turned away and began talking with a few other scary-looking guys. Myla’s eyes had become accustomed to the dim light, and she scanned the room. It was packed with people, but the men far outnumbered the women. Several men and women engaged in sex right in the open. No one seemed to pay attention to what these couples were doing. Instead, they just kept talking, drinking, and playing pool. It blew her mind. Looking at Diesel, he seemed oblivious to the man playing around with two naked women on the table right next to them. Darting her eyes away, she focused her attention on the men at the pool table. One of them, the tall, skinny one with long hair and droopy dark eyes, looked familiar.Where have I seen him before?Racking her memory, she came up with nothing.Maybe I’m wrong. It isn’t that well-lit in here.Myla turned away even though a niggling feeling that she’d seen him before persisted.
“What’s your name, sweet butt?”
The pinch made her jump; she rubbed her behind and turned, glaring.
A man with blond hair down to his shoulders grinned. Before she could say anything, Diesel stepped in front of her.
“She’s off-limits, Iceman.”
The guy raised his hands and laughed. “No worries, dude. I didn’t know she was with you. If you wanna change it up a bit, let me know. She’s a fine piece of ass.”
Myla sensed Diesel grow tense.
“She’snota piece of ass. Show respect, asshole.”
“Whoa, lighten up. What’s all this fuss over a broad?” the bearded guy said, placing a hand on Diesel’s shoulder.
He shrugged off the guy’s hand. “Stay outta this, Demon. I’m just telling Iceman that the woman’s off-limits. I don’t need to explain myself.”
Iceman took a few steps back. “I didn’t know, bro. Sorry.”
Demon nodded his head. “It’s an innocent mistake, right?”
Diesel gave a chin lift, then finished his drink. “Later,” he said, bumping fists with the two men. He put her hand in his, and they walked outside.
Myla breathed in the fresh air.
“Sorry about that shit in there. The guys thought you were a party girl.”
“It’s okay. It’s not like I’ve never been hit on before.”
“I bet you have plenty of times,” he said as they walked toward his SUV. “That guy, Iceman, isn’t from here. He’s a member of the San Diego Chapter.”
“I didn’t know you had a club there.”
“Yeah. We got several chapters in different states.”
“I heard you tell the guy with the beard that you’re going to San Diego. When are you leaving?”
“In two or three weeks. There’s a motorcycle rally I was planning to go to, and now maybe I can find out what’s happening with Freddy.”
