Page 87 of Diesel's Perseverance
“It does come down to trust. Some guys can love a woman but can’t be faithful. Others are faithful for life. It goes both ways too. Some women love their husbands but cheat on them. Funny, huh?”
“Never thought about it much. As I told you before, my people cheated on each other. I never got it. I figured they should’ve moved on if they didn’t wanna be together, but they’re still playing house after thirty-three years. I’m sure they’re still both cheating. The whole thing’s kind of fucked.”
“My mom never cheated on any of her husbands. She’d just get divorced and find another one. That’s pretty fucked too.”
Bringing the beer bottle to his lips, he laughed.
Diesel shared snippets of his childhood with Myla for the next hour because she kept asking so many questions about it. She wanted to know how he liked high school, if he played sports, did he get a lot of Christmas presents, and a bunch of shit that he hadn’t thought about in years. He mainly answered in two or three words, and after a while, she seemed to have caught on that those years of his life were over in his mind. He told her that his family was the Insurgents and that joining the brotherhood was the best thing he ever did.
From the corner of his eye, Diesel saw Smokey and Tank stand and glance over.
“You guys getting ready to leave?”
“Yep,” said Tank as he walked over. “We were waiting to see when you would get tired of talking, but you just kept yapping.”
Diesel gazed at Myla. “Are you ready to hit the road?”
“I’m good. I just have to use the bathroom, and I’ll be good as gold.”
“I’ll meet you guys out front,” he said.
“We’ll be there.”
Orange and warm coral-pink streaks painted the sky, making the ocean glow. Bright jacaranda trees lined residential streets, forming a canopy over the roads while their fragrant purple flowers carpeted the pavement.
Diesel lifted his chin at Easy, who was manning the guardhouse as he followed the line of Harleys through the clubhouse’s iron gates. He pulled into a space and killed the engine. Myla let go of his waist and leaned back, and he immediately missed the feel of her against him. He swung his leg over the seat and helped her off the Harley.
“The ride back was even more gorgeous than the one up to Laguna Beach. The sunset is spectacular. It looks more beautiful on a motorcycle than in a car,” she said.
“That’s why I ride in cages as little as possible. I feel so damn confined in them.” Diesel removed his sunglasses and put them on the collar of his T-shirt. “You want something to drink?” he asked as they entered the main room.
“No, thanks. Shania gave me a six-pack of Diet Coke, and I put it in the mini fridge. If you want something, go ahead. I’m going to the room.”
“I’ll go with you.” He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her to the stairway.
“You don’t want a shot of whiskey or something?”
“I do. I just want to splash some water on my face before going back down.” Diesel wanted to check the room to ensure everything was all right, but he didn’t want to worry Myla. He still believed the snitch and Cano were connected.
After making sure all was good and freshening up, he put on a clean T-shirt. Myla had already changed into pajama pants and a loose top and stood by the window holding a can of soda, her back facing him.
“Enjoying the sunset?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s gorgeous,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “Are you heading out?”
“Yeah, I’ll just be downstairs. Do you need anything before I go?”
“No, I’m good. Are you going to be late? I know there are things to do, and you probably are a bit frustrated.”
“What’re you talking about? I’m not frustrated about anything except finding that fucker Cano.”
“I noticed you were a magnet for several club women.”
“What the hell does that mean, Myla? Are you telling me to fuck one of them?”
“No.”
“Then why are we talking about this?” Diesel rubbed the side of his face as anger snipped at him. “I’m gonna go down and hang with my buddies. You got that?”
