Page 88 of Diesel
Even I was starting to wonder if we had him wrong.
And now… Now we might lose the one guy who can drag our chapter out of the fucking mud and rebuild it.
Blade doesn’t turn. “Glad you could join me,brothers.”
Riot’s lips curl into a sneer. “You don’t get to use that word, not when you’re holding a gun to his head.”
Blade finally cuts a glance over his shoulder. “Figured that would be your stance. You’d follow this idiot into your grave.” His eyes slide from Riot to me. “They ain’t walking out of this room alive, but you can, Diesel.”
He’s daring me to choose. To pick a side. The gun in my hand is heavy, but not as weighted as the way Riot is looking at me.
“You’re out of your fucking mind,” Riot growls.
But Blade isn’t looking at him. He’s focused on me. His arm doesn’t waver, the gun still pressed to Nic’s head. I swallow bile.
“They left you to rot. This prick called you a traitor. Me? I see you for what you are. An asset. We’ll clean the club together.”
I don’t speak. I tap my tongue against my teeth. I can’t keep the rhythm, my brain too frazzled. I thought he was dirty, but I never expected this.
“You really think that prick can keep your girl safe?” Blade continues. “He can’t even find Crank.”
“So what? I ride with you and Crank?” I ask, ignoring the way Riot stiffens to the side of me. “I clean up your messes?”
“Fuck Crank. He ain’t going to survive the day.”
Ice pitches through my stomach.What the hell does that mean?Does he have a lead on him?
“Diesel.” Nic’s voice cracks with warning. Beneath it, I hear a thread of fear. A plea.
“You’re not seriously listening to this dickhead, are you?” Riot snaps. I step closer, lowering my gun. Blade grins, and Riot swings his weapon between him and me. “You fucking rats.”
I ignore him. The only thing I’m looking at is the gun pressed to Nic’s head. “You can keep her safe?” I ask Blade.
He shifts his shoulders like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Of course. That’s what a good president does.”
“You think Ravage or the others are going to let you just take the gavel?” Riot hisses, shifting slightly on his feet as if he’s going to attack, but common sense holds him back.
Blade gives him a smile that makes my stomach turn. “Shoot him,” he says to me. “We’ll call that your first act of loyalty.”
Riot’s mouth pulls into a line, his gun sliding between me and Blade. “You kill us and there won’t be a single rock for you to hide under.”
“I want your word,” I say to Blade. “Nothing touches Makenna.”
I’m barely an arm’s length from him now. The weight of my kutte is suffocating. The patch on my back means nothing if I can’t keep her breathing.
I hold steady. Nothing matters but this moment.
“You have it, brother.”
I lift my gun to point at Riot. His eyes blaze. “I fuckin’ knew it. I knew you were fucking traitor.”
He doesn’t know shit. He doesn’t have the first clue about the lengths I will go to in order to keep my wife safe.
Blade smirks. “Welcome to my chapter.”
He lowers the gun just a fraction from Nicky’s head, and it’s all I need. I swing my arm until the barrel of my gun is pressed to Blade’s forehead. His eyes widen, realisation dawning in them.
“You’d really rather follow them than have a chance at being right hand?”
