Nomad's Baby

Closer

Bald guy's eyes scanned over the rest of them. "5k."

Sera felt the hundred in her boob shrivel up.

"We got it."

Jonas pulled out a money clip.

A young woman in a green halter top that perfectly matched the truck's came out of nowhere.

"She'll take it," Bald guy said.

Vicky eyed Green Top when she took a little too long to pull the money from Jonas.

"Are you in the race?" Sera asked, craning her neck to look up at him.

"Yeah, red streak," he chuckled.

"It's all trucks?" Sera asked.

Green Top hopped on the side of the door and handed him the money. "It's for whoever's got the 5k."

Sera quietly looked over his truck while it shined in the lights.

"You know you guys have an Escalade right? That guy's in a tank." She pointed out as they walked away.

"Listen, we're here to have fun girl alright?" Vicky grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's ride, be our good luck charm."

"If you're going to do this. And I know you are, I'll cheer you on from the sidelines."

"We're going to bring your wild side back out again." Vicky squeezed her arm around her. "Watch."

Whisper brought them back to where they parked so they could get their SUV on the track.

"That's Gabe over there," he said, pointing to a guy in a wild outfit and yellow cap. "Just tell him you paid Jesse and he'll lead you to the track."

Vicky peered at Sera from the passenger side. "Keep an eye on my friend. Make sure these losers keep their hands off."

Whisper nodded once.

That's when Sera realized her new predicament.

The urge to narrow her eyes at her friend for shifting from their double date was strong. Her eyes must have reflected it because they had a telepathic moment. Vicky's answering look said, relax bitch.

Sera sighed quietly to herself. "Good luck."

Vicky smiled and reached out of the door for her hand. They smacked and tapped the outer palms like they always did.

*

"I should have talked them out of it," she said after they drove off.

"Why?"

She openly looked around, gesturing at a few of the crazy race cars parked around them.

"Are you her friend or her mother?"

Walking started again and she was forced to follow.

So was he being a smart ass or was it a genuine question?

Instead of answering she decided to fall back a little. Just to observe him for a moment. His walk managed to somehow be quick and languid at the same time. She hadn't noticed it at the restaurant but his pants had a very intricate design leading down the sides of his thighs. They led down to heavy dark boots that had a little dirt on the edges only because of where they were. They were trimmed in silver and didn't look cheap.

His hair dragged across the skull on the back of his vest. One of the craziest designs she'd ever seen. A fucking fire breathing skull, and below it spelled the words Death Skulls MC.