Page 9 of Diesel's Perseverance
Myla leaped up. “Wait. What does that mean?”
A quizzical look spread across his face. “It means I’ll be in touch—you know, call you and let you know what’s going on.”
“I meant, when will I hear from you?”
“When I know something.” Diesel pulled out his phone. “What’s your new number?” After giving it to him, he said, “If you need me, call. I’ll text you my number.”
“Okay.”
Then he was gone.
From the window, she watched him ride away until his motorcycle disappeared into the distance. A sudden wave of loneliness washed over Myla, bringing a lump to her throat. She turned away, then perched on the edge of the bed and sobbed.
Chapter Three
Diesel opened thecooler, took out a can of Coke, and gulped down the cold liquid in one long pull. He crushed the can with his hand and tossed it in the wastebasket. Tugging his sweat-soaked T-shirt away from his chest, he strolled over to the reception desk.
“How many cars did you detail?” Jada asked.
“Three, and I’m done,” he replied.
“In that case, can you man the desk for me? I want to sneak out a little early tonight.”
“Whatcha got going on?” He leaned against the counter.
“A date.”
“With who?”
“No one you know.” She bent down and pulled out her purse.
“Does Animal know him?”
Jada rolled her eyes. “My brother doesn’t knoweveryoneI go out with. Besides, I don’t need his approval. I’m twenty-one years old now.”
“That doesn’t matter. You’re like a sister to the brothers. You can be seventy-one years old, and I’ll still be asking you the same questions. You have to be careful. There are a lot of guys out there that only see a chick as a piece of ass.”
She laughed. “And you and the other Insurgents know all about that, right? Have you ever seen a woman as anything other than a sure thing?”
“I’m not talking about chicks who like the wild side; I’m talking about good girls.”
Another laugh erupted from her lips. “Good girls. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you are old-fashioned as hell. The fact that you, my brother, and well, all of you are staunch supporters of the double standard is a given. So will you cover for me for the next half hour?”
“Yeah, but don’t let this asshole mess with you. Tell him he’s got a whole lot of bikers to answer to if he does.”
“He already knows about my brother and his badass friends. Every guy in the county does. I’m surprised I have any dates.” She took out a tube from her purse and swiped some shiny stuff over her lips. “FYI: Colton is not an ‘asshole.’ He’s a nice guy who’s in my chemistry study group at college. I’m sure you’ll share that with Animal.”
Diesel grunted. “I’m not a fuckin’ gossip.” He pushed away from the counter and went behind it. He’d mention it to Animal when he saw him at the club later that night, but there was no need to let Jada know that.
“Yeah… right.” Breezing by him, she said, “See you in the morning.”
Diesel angled the miniature desk fan toward him. The cool air hit his skin. The relief was sweet. He pulled out his phone to check if Myla had texted him, but there was nothing. He scrolled through his missed calls on the chance that Freddy had called, but again, nothing. He rocked back on his heels and stared out the front door. A light wind swayed the tops of the trees, dotting the center parkway. As usual, a few people were out jogging or walking their dogs. While he watched them, he thought of his brother.Where the fuck are you?He knew in his gut that Freddy wasn’t dead… yet. Darkness took hold of him, and his body shook. It was only a matter of time before Freddy’s days ran out, and he had to find him before that happened.
“Where’s Jada?” Wheelie asked.
Diesel pushed down his thoughts and looked over at his business partner. “She had a date.”
A frown creased Wheelie’s forehead. “With who?”
