Page 53 of Diesel's Perseverance
“What girl?” Diesel asked.
“The one who’s staying here. Isn’t she his ol’ lady?”
He cleared his throat. “They’re not hitched up, but yeah, he’s reached out to Myla once since she’s been in Pinewood Springs.”
“You got something going with her?”
“Nope.”
“That’s not what the brothers are saying,” Banger said, his eyes boring into Diesel’s.
“I don’t give a damn what they’re saying. Sometimes they’re like a bunch of clucking hens.”
A small laugh slipped out from the president’s lips. “That’s true. I know you wouldn’t be fucking your brother’s woman, even though you want to.” He pushed up from the table. “If you need any help with Freddy’s situation when we’re in San Diego, you got it.”
“Thanks.”
Diesel watched until the president disappeared down the hallway that led to his office. He wasn’t surprised that the brothers were talking shit about him and Myla. Hell, if one of the other members had a sexy woman bunking with them, he’d think the same thing. Diesel couldn’t deny that he was drawn to her in a way he’d never been with another woman. He felt connected to Myla somehow when they wrote to one another, and he’d never met or heard her voice. But she was Freddy’s woman and could tell she still had feelings for him.
Images of Myla’s body writhing in pain and Freddy kicking her spun around in his mind like a carousel. Since he’d watched the tape, he couldn’t get the screenshots out of his head. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, hold her tight, and make sure that nothing or no one ever hurt her again.
When Diesel’s cell phone rang, he came back to the present. It was a customer, speaking in a high-pitched voice, inquiring about the detailing status of her canary yellow Mercedes Benz convertible. She needed it finished in time for a weekend reunion trip. Apparently, she wanted to make her old high school friends jealous, and she’d be “devastated” if the car wasn’t ready.
If only life’s problems were that fuckin’ basic.“It’ll be ready by six o’clock today.”
“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to be crushed if it isn’t.”
“It will be ready by six o’clock today,” he said, rising to his feet.
“For sure?”
“What aren’t you understanding here? I can’t make it any more simple than what I said. Six o’clock today. Later.”
“A pain-in-the-ass customer?” Tank chuckled.
“A fuckin’ princess who thinks she’s the only damn person in the county with a car to detail.”
“Hate those fucking princesses.” Tank smirked.
“You’d be cussing up a storm if you had to deal with some of the assholes who come into the business.”
“You’re right there, dude. That’s why I only work behind the scenes for the MC. I worked one day at the grow store and wanted to wring every jerk’s neck who asked me if the stuff was good and a bunch of other stupid questions. I prefer dealing with setting up the gunrunning and distribution channels and not dealing with inane citizens.”
Diesel chuckled. “Working with people who know the score sounds really good right now. Rags and Smokey set up a meeting for us tonight to go over the plan once we get to San Diego. Do you know about it?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there. It burns my ass that an Insurgent is a fuckin’ snake in the grass. I’m gonna stomp the shit outta him when we get him.”
“We’re all chomping at the bit to get a piece of the fucker’s hide.”
“Is the chick going?”
“Myla?”
“Yeah. I figured she was since your brother may be in San Diego.”
“I’d prefer she stays put, but she’ll raise holy hell and probably head out on her own. I’ll have my hands full at the rally finding Freddy and helping out our SD brothers. I won’t have time to babysit her ass if she comes by herself.”
Tank shook his head. “Citizens just don’t fuckin’ get it. They think they know shit when they don’t.” He looped his thumbs through his belt loops.
