Page 10 of Diesel's Perseverance
“Some nerd in her study group at school.”
“I wonder if Animal knows him.”
“She says no, but he will after I see him at the club. Are you coming by?”
“I can’t. Sofia’s not feeling so good, and I have to watch Macy. She’s having a rough time of it this round.”
Diesel could hear the concern in his buddy’s voice. “I’m sure she’ll be okay. You got one of the best docs in town watching out for her.”
“Yeah. Once this baby is born, we’re done.”
“Two kids are good. Is Macy cool with being a big sister?”
Wheelie laughed. “Oh yeah. She’s excited as hell about getting a brother. She can’t wait to boss him around.” He crossed his arms against his chest. “Any news about your brother?”
“Not yet. I’m gonna have to take some time and see what I can find out in San Diego. I’ll put out some feelers in metro Denver.”
“I feel for you. This shit fuckin’ sucks.”
Diesel nodded. He knew Wheelie could relate since he went through all the bullshit when his sister was murdered a few years back. It tore him up, and now Diesel was feeling the same anger and frustration in not knowing what the hell was going on with a loved one.
“Take whatever time you need, bro. Bones and Klutch can help out around here.”
“Puck said he was down with it too. Why don’t you take off? I can close up.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Julio and Dave can help.”
“Okay, see you in the morning. Let me know if you need anything.”
The two men bumped fists then Wheelie walked away.
Rebels Car Wash & Detailing was a thriving business. He and Wheelie had each put in fifty percent. Wheelie did all the heavy work, like purchasing the equipment, renovating the building, and a ton of other things that transformed the place into one of the most popular car washes and detailing businesses in the county.
While Wheelie was doing all that, Diesel was sitting his ass in a prison cell, racking up more time because he couldn’t keep his temper in check. Once Wheelie, Hawk, Throttle, and Rags finally got through to him, he kept his fists unclenched, his head down and bided his time until he got the hell out of there. After the doors clanged behind him, Diesel swore he’d never be back and meant it.
When he was inside, the biggest problem was sheer boredom. Then Myla started writing to him. He was suspicious at first and thought maybe she was a reporter or a college kid trying to do research for a bullshit paper or something, but when Freddy confirmed that Myla was his girlfriend, he began to write back. Diesel was surprised that a woman who’d never met him wanted to correspond with him to cheer him up and to make his time less boring.
Initially, her letters were all about Freddy and what he was doing. Sometimes she’d write about Diesel and Freddy’s parents and how she and her brother visited them for Christmas or the Fourth of July. It had been years since Diesel had seen his parents, and he was fine with that. They never acted like parents, so he didn’t feel he owed them squat, but Freddy was always trying to please them and gain their affection and attention. Some things hadn’t changed in life.
Then their letters became more stimulating in that they “talked” about life, death, politics, philosophy, and a slew of other topics. They became more frequent and more personal. Diesel was beginning to feel something for her, and he quickly shut that down. Myla was his brother’s woman. However, in his defense, he hadn’t fucked a woman in a long time, so his dick governed his feelings. At least, that’s the way he looked at it.
He was taken aback when he met her the day before at the diner. He didn’t expect her to have such beautiful long brown hair and dark lashes framing the most gorgeous green eyes he’d ever seen. And that mouth of hers was a perfect pout.Fuck.He bet her curvy figure drew a lot of attention from the men, and the way she was nicely stacked added fuel to the fire.
Diesel shook his head to dislodge the memory of her from his mind.She’s Freddy’s woman, and he’s missing.The reality of the situation hit him square in the gut. One way or the other, he had to find his brother.
He pulled out his phone and tapped in Zach’s number. Diesel had met him when they were both doing time. Growing up on the streets of Denver, Zach knew the ins and outs of the city’s underbelly.
“Yo, Diesel.” Zach’s raspy voice crackled over the phone. “Whatcha need?”
“Information. I’ll tell you all about it.”
***
Diesel sat staringat the muted television while a couple of club girls pranced around half-naked, gyrating to the pulsating beat of the music blasting from the overhead speakers. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked at Hawk’s face. The vice president tipped his head toward the door. Diesel got up and followed him outside.
A cool breeze shook through the oak trees. Smudges of lavender, coral, and orange blended in the sky as the sun descended behind the mountain peaks.
