I downloaded a demon?!

Family meetings and WHAT THE HELL?!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Devil May Cry, just my OC’s.

Recap: “No helmets?” he just gives me a stupid look. “If you say YOLO, I am going to smack you.”

He smirks. “Sorry, but my friend didn’t have any, she doesn’t believe in them.” If you’re a demon, your friends a demon, I don’t think a little bit of road rash would hurt that much to her. Sighing, I swing a leg over the back end, if I remember clearly, it’s called the bitch seat. Wrapping my arms around Nero’s waist, I try to think of sick and disgusting thoughts that didn’t revolve around dead bodies from a car crash. He started up the bike and soon it began to vibrate, it intensified when Nero revved the engine, then he moves his leg and we’re off. God help me.

Nero leaned the bike over and cut the engine and then kicked something and I heard a metallic clang, the kickstand I guess. I uncurled my arms from around his waist and shakily leaned back and took a breath. We were at Custom low body shop. I lean over and nearly trip off the bike, Nero smirks and effortlessly swings his leg over the side and gets off. You know, that initial feeling of… attraction I guess, has worn off some, that or Dee’s purring gets me in the….. I won’t finish that sentence for the sake of my prudish pride.

“Smooth move Evil Ken evil.” He says with a smug look.

“Why thank you captain obvious.” I snap at him as I start for the front door, he follows. “Don’t you have to be at your friends place?”

“Hey, I get to at least look at the car I’m going to be riding in before I get in it so I don’t look like a fool. No matter the amount of classic vibes coming from a car, pink is definitely not something I’m willing to put up with.” He retorts. I roll my eyes and open the door and walk in.

“Surprised their open on Sundays.” I mumble as I ring the bell on the front desk.

A young guy comes out from the back and looks at us and smiles slightly. “Hey, how can I help you guys?” I think he was looking more at Nero than me, hey, I don’t look twelve do I?

“I’m here to pick up my car.” I tell him, he brings his gaze down on me and raises an eyebrow slightly then shrugs. “Franco, Joss.” I tell him.

He turns around and looks at a peg board behind him that has multiple hooks and some keys hanging from it, he soon plucks a pair off the wall and turns back to us. “Go out front and I’ll pull up, policy not to let customers into the back.”

“I need to pay you guys first.” I tell him. He furrows his brow then types something into a computer, then looks at me weirdly.

“It says it’s already been paid.”

“What?” I ask, scrunching my face up. I lean over the counter and look at the screen, sure enough, balance was paid and full. What the hell? “I didn’t pay for it, who the hell did?” I ask him.

He shrugs. “Look kid, it says here it’s paid, and there’s a receipt being printed off now, so just take it and run with it damn it.” he said, then stormed off to the back of the store.

I pushed off the counter and turned to look at Nero, he only shrugged and exited the store. “Okay, what the hell?”

‘Did I forget to mention something?’ Dee says smugly. ‘You didn’t exactly check the trunk now did you?’ Huh? ‘It would seem that Liam actually used his car to commit his illegal activities, I found a shoe box full of cash as well as a few bags of some sort of illegal substance. So I left a note in the back of the trunk saying that he could take both, guess he found it.’