Twisted MC-Devin & Nicole

Chapter Eight-Devin

I wanted to call her hours ago, but it was still too early AND...I don't want to seem desperate. Damn, am I desperate? Contemplating that thought for a second, I think I am.  Fuck, I don't care. I am. Fuck it. I'm desperate to have this girl. She had me so wound up, my dick was semi-hard all morning, so I had to take care of that.

I'm picking Nicole up at 6:00, and to my surprise, she's not far from me...maybe 15 minutes. I told her we won't be riding the bike tonight, not for our first date, but I can't wait to have her on the back of my bike. I can't wait to feel her...feel her legs wrapped around mine and her arms holding me tight. Fuck man. I got it bad.

Almost immediately after I hang up from Nicole, I get a text notification and, in a flash, my feeling of euphoria is replaced with a feeling of dread. My phone displays a notification from Ethan's mother, and I already know. I know Lauren is either going to bitch about something I haven't done or whine about something she wants me to do. It's always something with her. It's never fucking enough.

My thoughts are filled, daily of filing for joint custody. She just seems so damn unstable lately, and Ethan's only two...he needs stability. Sometimes I wonder if I should just pack up and move out to California to be closer and keep an eye on shit. I hate that she went all the way out there, but at least her parents are there. They're the only real reason I haven't pursued full custody and brought Ethan back east. Lauren's mom keeps me up to date on everything and keeps a pretty close eye on her. I have a trip coming up soon anyway.... I miss my baby boy.

I'm trying to decide if I should open the text now or wait until later. I don't really want to see anything that'll piss me off and potentially ruin my night with Nicole, so I decide to ignore it for now. If it it's really urgent, Lauren will call, or her mom will give me a heads up, so that just means it's the same old shit.

I go back to the truck I'm working on and crank my music back up. I suddenly hear the sound of bike pipes rumbling down the street and I know it's my crew. I do all of the club's pipe installs and modifications on their bikes, so I'm familiar with how they all sound. And I was right. Four of them pull up.

Prez is the first one to saunter over towards me and the rest of the crew follow behind. "What's up, Viper? Can we talk while you work, man? There's some new shipment coming in that Moretti's sending our way. It's going to be the largest we've ever had." The others come on over and start picking up shit. I hate that. My eyes glare at them and they already know what it means so they stop handling my stuff.

I bring my attention back to Prez. "Yeah man, what's up?"

We work for Mario Moretti and his brothers. Nothing too crazy...well, not crazy enough that we can't handle it. We've worked with them for a few years now, setting up the distribution for any of their products on the east coast, most of them illegal but not all. Whenever I think about Cali, handling the west coast for them is in the back of my mind. They have some people that they aren't too pleased with right now, so I know they would be more than happy to let me take that over. The cartels on the west coast are the main thing giving me hesitation. I don't know if I want to deal with their shit, but at least I could potentially have a plan IF I ever decide to relocate. I would hate to leave my shop, though, because I have a committed client base. I treat my customers right, so they're loyal, which in turn makes me very successful.

We finish up our discussion and everyone gets ready to head out, including me

"So, you asked Nic on a date, huh?" Prez is leaning on his bike, watching me.

Damn Sydney.

I slide my helmet on. "Yep...I'm taking her to the Annapolis waterfront for some seafood. Why?" I watch his reaction closely.

His eyes almost pop out of his head. I swear he's so damn dramatic. "Ok, first of all, can we talk about the fact that you're going on a date...an actual date...where you asked a girl out, and you're going to pick her up?!? Wait...you are picking her up, right?"

"You dick head...yes, I asked her out, and yes, I'm picking her up. So, what's your problem?"

He smirks at me, "I don't have a problem, but it sure seems like you do. The problem's name is Nicole."

"She's not a problem. I like her...ok?"

Everyone else is watching our conversation like a tennis match. Their heads are going back and forth from Prez to me. Finally, I roll my eyes at him with a laugh, slide onto my bike, rev the engine a couple of times, and yell, "Fuck off, all of you!!"