Page 86 of Diesel's Perseverance
After the fiasco of accommodating twelve patrons at one table without advance notice, Diesel settled into the comfy seat of the bamboo dining chair and picked up the menu.
“Don’t you want to sit by your friends?” Myla asked, glancing up.
“Nope. They’re gonna talk Harleys and…” his voice trailed away.
“Women?” she said, a smile in her voice.
“Yeah. They’re sitting close by in case any trouble goes down.”
“In here?” she replied, her gaze scanning the restaurant.
“You’d be surprised. Many outlaws have no qualms about exacting revenge in public places.”
“Revenge because of the rally or because of me and the connection to Peter Cano?”
“The rally for one since a couple of Henchmen are stewing their asses in the county jail waiting for bail to be set. I don’t know how that Cano fucker operates, but I’m not taking any chances with him.”
“I highly doubt he’d make an incriminating scene in front of a room full of witnesses. No, he prefers to operate in the shadows.”
Like the Insurgents.“I’ll find the asshole, shadows or not.”
“To change the subject, I noticed that except for the family dinner at Cara and Hawk’s, there are never any women around when you guys eat out or go to bars or wherever. I know there are club girls, but they seem to stay in the club, and some of the guys have wives and girlfriends, but I never see them.”
“The ol’ ladies are kept pretty much separate from the main goings on in the club. They plan the club’s two big charity events each year: the Christmas toy drive and the spring food drive. Belle is the head of the ol’ ladies since she and Banger are hitched, and Cara is second in charge ’cause Hawk’s the vice prez. Twice a month is family night, usually at Steelers. It’s a favorite not just for the Insurgents but other bikers and citizens too. Sometimes the family night is at a member’s house, like the one we went to at Hawk and Cara’s.”
“Do the women ever go to the club parties?”
“Depends. Mostly no, but in rare cases, yes—never if out-of-town bikers visit. The ol’ ladies aren’t interested in going, so it’s never a problem.”
“Who had the lobster bisque?” a waitress with short, curly blonde hair asked.
Myla raised her hand. “I did.”
The waitress set the dish in front of her and then placed a plate of calamari in front of Diesel.
“Would you like another beer, sir?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“I’ll have another glass of chardonnay,” Myla said.
The waitress nodded, then turned around and ambled toward the bar.
“This is perfect: lobster bisque, crusty French bread, a gorgeous view, and one very sexy man.” With eyes fixed on his, she blew gently on the soup, then put the spoon in her mouth.
Diesel watched her movements intently, picturing his cock slipping between her glossy pink lips.Damn it!He wriggled uncomfortably in his seat as his jeans choked his erection.
“Aren’t you going to try your calamari? I’m plotting to steal a few from your plate.”
He cleared his throat. “Go ahead.”
“So, getting back to what we were talking about, how do the ‘ol’ ladies,’ as you call them, deal with the club girls?”
“They don’t. The club girls are just that—girls for the club. The ol’ ladies don’t have any contact with them, and vice versa. It’s the way it is. If a chick gets involved with a biker and it gets serious, she’s gotta understand his culture and his world. If she doesn’t, it’ll never work.”
Myla put a piece of bread in her mouth, chewed for a few seconds, and said, “Isn’t jealousy an issue? I mean, the club girls are pretty and always willing.”
“I guess it’s a matter of trust and loyalty between a dude and his ol’ lady. Some of the ol’ ladies get pissed and talk shit, and there are a couple who tell their old men that fucking a sweet butt a couple of times a month is okay, but most couples seem to be together and not let that shit get in the way.”
