Page 33 of Diesel

“You let me in, Gigi.”

“My mistake.” I grabbed my purse and headed to the door, Charles in tow, still trying to fix his zipper. He followed me to the elevator, pleading for another chance. I’d given him a chance, and he showed why I should be with Diesel.

I stopped at the front desk in the lobby and asked them to give Charles a Band-Aid. He didn’t find it funny and followed me to my rental.

“I’m begging you not to do this, Gigi.” He stood in front of the car. People stopped to watch, wondering if I would run him over. I wouldn’t, but tapping his knees with the bumper was an option.

“I don’t want to be with you, Charles. It’s never going to work. Find yourself a good girl who’ll make all your dreams come true. That girl is not me.” I waved my hand. “Now move.”

I sat in the driver’s seat and started the car. Charles stared, his feelings hurt. Tears formed in his eyes. I needed a man in my life. Charles didn’t know how to be a man. He needed a woman who would be his mommy.

Charles stepped aside, the spot of blood on his pants growing. He would be fine. Father liked the man, so Charles didn’t have concerns about losing his job or losing my father.

I hit the highway at nine-thirty as the sun dipped behind the mountains. If I drove all night, I’d get to Allentown by the time they left. I texted Skittles, telling her it was a surprise and not to say anything to Diesel. He and I would talk and figure things out. She gave me the motel’s address, and determined to get there, I pulled into the motel parking lot at nine the following day.

I took a moment in the car to think about what I would say to Diesel, how we would kiss and make up. I missed his dick and the way he treated me in and out of bed.

I opened the door to get out of the car, and the motel room door in front of me opened. Diesel didn’t see me immediately, but Trixie did when she stood beside him in the doorway.

Sometimes in life—maybe a lot of times for some—we react without thinking of the consequences. Usually, I evaluated a situation before acting, but seeing Trixie next to Diesel in the same motel room pushed me into an abyss I would never return from. That was when I became a true old lady, and my fate was sealed.

I darted from the car and at the wide-eyed Trixie. My body hit hers with a loud thump, and we flew back into the room, landing on the bed. Skittles screamed for us to stop, but Beast pulled her away. Stopping me only meant a temporary fix because if you wanted to survive in the biker life, you had to show who was boss as soon as possible.

Trixie and I tore at clothes and hair. Punches were through, though few landed with any authority. We rolled so far to the left that we hit the floor, but that stopped nothing. We cussed and fought until exhausted. Trixie tried to crawl away, but I wasn’t having it. I dragged her back by an ankle, pulling myself up her naked and scratched body.

Trixie landed a stunning punch that dazed me long enough for her legs to wrap around my neck, my face an inch from her wet pussy. Although losing, the fight turned her on.

Still between Trixie’s legs, I managed to flip her over onto her stomach, my face temporarily stuck in her ass cheeks.

“Okay!” Trixie screamed.

I grabbed Trixie’s arms and pressed them behind her back, my legs along her hips.

“You touch my man again, and I’ll fucking cut your throat. You understand?” Pulling her arms back, Trixie cried out.

“Yes! Now get the fuck off me!”

Before I had a chance to move, hands were around my waist, and I was lifted away. Diesel led me into the bathroom and closed the door.

“You okay?” His smile covered his entire face. “What the fuck was that all about?”

“What did she tell you?” I pushed Diesel away. “No, wait. Whatever she said was a fucking lie.”

“She said you were returning to Arkansas to hookup with douchebag Charles.”

“I was, but I changed my mind.” He’d no doubt fucked Trixie, so there was no need to give details of my encounter with Charles.” I want to be part of this Diesel. Part of your life and part of the club. “I’m sorry I went off like I did.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I get it if you don’t.”

“You want me to go, don’t you.”

Diesel laughed. “Don’t turn this shit back on me.” He opened the door, and the room was empty. “No more fighting, okay?”

“Only if you promise to do no more killing,” I said.

“Fuck. You know that’s not going to happen.” Diesel walked from the bathroom.

“I’m going to need more clothes,” I said, holding up the clothes that had been torn from my body.

---