Page 21 of Diesel

“What happened to her?” Trixie asked.

“The fuck if I know.”

Trixie turned the water off. “Did she leave with you?”

“No. She was too tired. I didn’t kill your sister. When I left her room, she was sleeping.” I handed Trixie a towel. “I need to go find Gigi. I don’t have time for this bullshit.”

“Thanks,” Trixie said. I started out of the bathroom but stopped. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m trying to find my sister’s killer. That’s who I am.”

Trixie walked into the other room naked, her body tempting. She pushed the comforter to the floor and lay on the bed.

“The fuck are you doing? We need to go get Gigi.” I walked to the door.

“Peek out the window.”

“They followed us.”

“I called Beast. Help is on the way. If we go to that club now, they’ll kill us both.”

I reached for my phone. “Sonofabitch!”

“I saw it on the floor at the bar but didn’t know if it was yours. I kicked it under a booth seat.”

“I need that fucking phone.”

Trixie shook her head as if I were being a pain in her ass. She had no idea how big of a pain in the ass I could be. “The bar closes at noon. We can break in after it closes.”

What the fuck was she up to? “Gigi isn’t safe.”

“She is. I have an inside connection to this club, and she tells me they are keeping her safe. Nobody is allowed to touch her. They are trying to figure out what’s next.”

Trixie patted the bed, and I shook my head. “It ain’t happening.”

“My sister was good enough, but I’m not?” She frowned and pulled the covers over her naked body. I couldn’t believe I passed up pussy. Gigi’s influence. Fuck, maybe I loved the woman.

I removed my kutte, put the gun on the table, and undressed. Trixie watched me walk to the bathroom. She got up from the bed and stood in the bathroom doorway, pulling back the curtain to watch.

“I told you.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s not happening.” She grabbed a towel and waited. “I thought bikers fucked every piece of pussy that came within reach.”

Persistent. She seemed to want to fuck every dick that walked within reach. “Everything has to come to an end.” I switched off the shower and grabbed the towel. “So, when do you plan on telling Beast you’ve been spying on the club?”

“I wasn’t spying on the club.” She took a step closer. Her titties were small but perky, and her ass was not big but rounded. She put her hands on her hips, legs spreading enough to show her lips. It took every ounce of willpower to do what I did next. I walked away and dressed.

“I need you to hit up your contact. Make sure Gigi is still okay.”

Trixie grabbed cigarettes from her purse and smoked while she texted. She smiled and shook her head. The shit was not funny.

“She’s still fine.”

“What the fuck do they want with her?”

Trixie shrugged.

I called Beast, and his ETA was seven in the morning, meaning I had to wait another eight hours. I sat in the chair by the window and saw the bikers across the street. There were four. The odds were in my favor. A rainstorm sent them inside to a cheap motel. I told him I was in likewise.

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