Chapter 10
Diesel
I dragged my eyes away from the loser I’d been following for the last five hours and looked down at my motorcycle. My ass hurt from sitting on it for so long, but it was easier to follow people this way. Ever since Dion burdened me with finding the mole inside our organization, I’d spent the time I wasn’t stalking Shay-Lee trying to hunt that traitor down. So far, I’d wasted hours tailing losers like this accountant who, other than being a total pervert who loved wearing diapers and being peed on, had no secrets to his name.
Anyway, it was kissing midnight, and this fucker was obviously not the guy. Not planning to waste another minute in this cold watching him having dinner with a hooker, I pulled down my helmet shield and was ready to ride home when my phone buzzed. I took it out of my back pocket and smiled at seeing Shay-Lee had just texted me. I was even more excited when I saw he sent a photo. As I slid it open, a dark laugh erupted from me. The image didn’t amuse me, but Shay-Lee’s audacity to wear my gift and then send me a photo of him in it, lying next to sleeping Jordan, with the additional text “ Thanks for the gift. He loved it ,” did.
My dick stiffened with ideas of how I’d punish him for being this cocky, and licking my lips, I zoomed in on his face. As always, he looked like a work of art, and I couldn’t wait to shove my dick down his throat and make him shed a few tears that would wash the smugness off his pretty face. This little fucker sure knew how to stir me up. But then again, I’d half expected him to do something like this. After all, he was a vindictive little devil.
I downloaded the photo to my phone and then cut it so Jordan would be left out before I saved it into my Llorón folder, which, by now, had many photos of him that I had taken over the past few weeks.
Him getting coffee.
Him sitting in his car.
Him stretching in yoga.
Him reading a book while having his hair pulled up in a bun.
I even snapped a photo of Shay-Lee in the gym’s locker room while he was changing out of his workout clothes. I knew he’d be pissed if he found out I was stalking him, but that was the point, wasn’t it? To cage my kitten into a corner until he’d have nowhere to run.
Closing my phone, I pocketed it and then kicked my bike’s engine back to life. It roared, and the power of that beast between my thighs boosted me with even more energy and adrenaline than I already had. Pumped as fuck, I rode out of there fast, quickly getting on the highway while weaving between cars, cutting through the wind, and feeling the high of the ride while already knowing what my next step would be.
Shay-Lee loved playing with fire. His only problem was that he’d become used to the water that cooled off his blaze— my little fool . He needed a reminder that, unlike his pathetic fiancé, I wasn’t water, nor was I fire. I was fucking fuel. Diesel . And with his constant attempt to light things up, this whole thing was about to blow up in his face. Because, after all, that was what we were.
An explosion.