Twisted MC-Devin & Nicole

Chapter Eighteen-Nicole

Mario proceeds, "Gentlemen, we thought it best to bring our attorney in for this operation. Ms. Harrison is here to ensure that everything goes as smoothly as possible. Meaning, you do what she says, so we can continue to fly under the fed's radar."

Just as I'm about to open my mouth, Solomon speaks first. "With all due respect Mr. Moretti, we've been handling your product for a good while now, so why all the formalities? Have we not proven ourselves to you?"

Mario gives me a sideways glance as if to say, 'handle this,' so I speak up. "Gentlemen, I am basically here to give you some do's and don'ts for this particular operation. I understand from Mario, er...Mr. Moretti that this is the largest shipment you've handled for them to date, correct?" They all nod in agreement. "Therefore, we thought it was best to give a few rules, that must be adhered to so this will be processed as smoothly as possible."

I can tell they don't like it, but this is my job, and Mario wants me here. They also know not to cross him, so they listen intently to everything I layout. Rising from my seat, I pass out documents that will help explain what the Moretti brothers are looking for and what's necessary for this product.

I can feel Devin's eyes follow me around the room. I remain standing as I go over the information, and Devin is the first to interrupt me.

"Ms. Harrison, we have handled a shit load of the Moretti's shipments. Not one of us has ever been arrested. Ever. We've never even been looked at sideways, so I think we know how to handle this."

I tilt my head to the side and narrow my eyes. Mario's head swivels my way with his eyebrows raised, and I know he's asking if I want him to take over. Without taking my eyes off Devin, I raise my hand slightly to let Mario know that I have this.

"And you are?"

"Devin or you can call me Viper." Most of the MC members snicker, but Mario is not chuckling. He's watching this little interaction closely to make sure they don't give me a hard time. I know him well and he's keeping a watchful eye on how they handle me.

"Well, Devin, or Viper, my client's time is extremely valuable and my job here is to ensure that he doesn't waste time and energy with little concerns like, oh...I don't know...some of your asses ending up behind bars. You see, if you get caught, then the cycle begins, and the feds begin to look deeper and start putting pieces together. Next thing you know, they'll be looking into my client, and I don't think any of us want that. If he gets put under the looking glass, things won't end well for any of us, so let's just all cooperate, please, and not have a pissing contest of who has the longest dick. I know the law very well and I know how to manipulate it, so, right now, I have the longest dick."

Mario clears his throat, and I can hear a slight smile in his voice. I guess he's ok with how I handled things. "So, as you can see, gentlemen, I expect this shipment to be handled as efficiently as possible, as my attorney has outlined everything for you. I expect that you will discuss it with your club and come up with a plan. If you have further concerns or don't feel like you are up to the task, you know how to reach me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another appointment."

He stands and leans close to my ear. "Nicole, I will be in touch. Thank you," and with that, Mario places a kiss on my hand again, winks, and leaves the room. His brothers follow but not before I catch Damien roll his eyes at me. Jerk.

I try to quickly pack up my papers so I can get out, but I feel Devin's eyes burning into my face as he watches my every move.

"Gentleman," I say quickly as I almost make it, but I hear him get up, moving swiftly towards me.

"Nicole...wait up."