Page 5 of Diesel

I watched Carmen and Wendy through the mirror. I hated mirrors. “Well, at first, I thought he would split me open. Then he lubed me up and slid right in.” Damn, he was incredible.

“Your father will be back,” Wendy said. “What then?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” I didn’t know. If nothing else, he was unpredictable.

“Take a left,” Skittles said.

“It’s right next door to the whore house.” I pulled into the parking lot next to three bikes, and we got out. Diesel was right. I needed him.

“I sent messages to a few customers last night,” Wendy said. “They’re interested.”

“Aren’t they a bunch of fat old men?” I asked. “Female clients want the kind of guys on those romance novel covers, not what they see every night.”

“You want Diesel dicking these women?” Carmen asked.

“They’d never survive.” I led the way inside, where Beast and Brainiac were waiting at the front counter. The place was spotless. “Where’s Diesel?”

“He’s out back. But I don’t know going out there is such a good idea.” Beast grabbed Skittles by the ass, and the two kissed.

“I’ll be right back.” I took the only hallway, following the exit signs. I opened the backdoor and found Diesel sitting on a tree stump in the trees lining the property. He was staring at bloody knuckles. “What the fuck happened, Diesel?”

Diesel raised his head, the rage in his eyes moving me back a step. “Don’t be afraid, G. I’d never hurt you.”

Moving to my knees, I placed my hands on his arm. “What happened?” I asked softly.

He turned to the bloody tree to our left. Most of the bark was gone in one spot, replaced by splatters of crimson.

“I’m not sure what happens, G,” he said. “It always feels like there’s something inside me trying to get out. The only way to keep it down is to release my rage.”

Skittles never mentioned anything about Diesel having anger issues. I’d left an abusive relationship last year before meeting Charles, swearing never to go back to another.

“Asshole.”

Diesel moved me away and stood. Three men approached, wearing kuttes from another club. As they got closer, I saw they were from another Devil's Messengers chapter.

“I’ll go get Beast and Brainiac,” I said.

Diesel grabbed my arm. “No.”

“Better send the old lady away,” the man in the middle said. The patch on his vest said, Sgt. at Arms. The other two men were Prospects.

“It’s not a good day to die,” Diesel said. “Turn around.”

“Not gonna happen.” They didn’t stop. They kept coming. Diesel pushed me away when the middle guy took a swing.

The punch hit Diesel in the shoulder, and he roared like a wild animal. The men backed away, but it was too late. They had started a fight that Diesel would finish, even if it meant chasing them around the building.

The Sgt. at Arms stumbled as he backed away. Diesel grabbed the Prospect to his left and hit the man so hard that his jaw tore away from his face, dangling as the man screamed. Diesel went to hit him again.

“Diesel, no,” I screamed, but it was too late. He hit the man with a left, and the man’s jaw, bloody, skin attached, bounced across the ground. The Prospect’s eyes went to the sky, and he dropped dead where he stood.

“Diesel,” Beast yelled. The others ran toward us, but Diesel already had the Sgt. at Arms above his head. He slammed the man against a tree and the sound of bones breaking filled the air. The man dropped dead at the tree’s base.

Beast moved between Diesel and the Prospect, keeping a good distance. It scared me that Beast had fear in his eyes.

Skittles tried to pull me away, but I pushed her back. “Diesel,” I said softly and approached. He shifted his eyes to me. “Take my hand.” I reached out.

Diesel hesitated. “I’m sorry, G. I’d never hurt you.”

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