Page 56 of Diesel's Perseverance
“No. Hawk took my phone and kept it for most of the afternoon. He returned it but didn’t tell me anything when I asked.” She shrugged. “I’ve gotten used to that around here.”
“I’ll touch base with him. I noticed his bike’s still here.”
“Did you have a good day at work?”
“It was all right.”
“I wish I could make a nice meal for you. I know you work hard.” Myla stepped closer to him. “I’m a pretty good cook.”
Diesel groaned inwardly. Her nearness, the way that damn T-shirt molded around her tits, and those eyes—green and blazing with desire—drove him wild. If he didn’t get away, he’d go all caveman, throw her over his shoulder, haul her ass to his room, and fuck her all night long.
He took a few steps back. “I better touch base with Hawk before he leaves.”
She glanced downward. “All right. Can we go for a ride tonight?”
If he felt her arms wrapped around his waist and her tits against his back, he’d succumb to the desire between them. “Another time. I’m pretty beat.” He slipped the keys to his bike in his pocket. “I’ll let you know what Hawk found out.” Without waiting for her to answer, he strode away, then entered the clubhouse.
“Hey,” Hawk said as Diesel walked into the office.
“Hey,” he responded before plopping down on one of the black leather chairs. “I’m glad you’re still here.”
“I waited for you. I’ve got to get going in a few. I’m meeting Cara and the kids at her parents’ house.”
“I don’t want to keep you.”
“You’re not. I’m not exactly fond of Cara’s mother, so the less time I spend over there, the better.” Hawk laughed.
“Parents can be a pain in the ass, so I can’t imagine what in-laws are like.”
“Her dad’s cool, but her mom is a bitch. It’s pretty simple.”
Diesel laughed and stretched his legs out. “Any luck in tracing the two calls?”
“Yeah. I got a location on your brother. He uses a burner phone. He’s in San Diego, but I can’t give you an exact location. The other call belongs to Peter Cano. I got a location and an address in LA.” Hawk shook his head. “I can’t believe this dumbass is playing gangster. I found him in less than a minute. What the fuck?”
“Of course, the fucker’s a dumbass—my brother got mixed up with him. Freddy was never a good judge of character.”
“He’s distributing and selling opioids, right?”
“That and probably coke and meth. What’s his address?”
Hawk slid a piece of paper across the desk. “Everything’s there.”
“I’m gonna pay the fucker a visit when I get to Southern Cal.”
“Take a few brothers with you.”
“I plan to.”
“I hope you find your brother. The dude needs to be calling you and not his woman.”
Diesel nodded, wincing slightly at the “his woman” moniker. “I don’t know why he’s keeping me at arm’s length. I just have to find him and put this to rest, you know?”
“Yeah. Do your people know about him?”
“Myla wants me to call them, but I can’t, at least not right now. She doesn’t get that they don’t give a shit.”
“Maybe they do with something like this. It’s your call.”
