Twisted MC-Devin & Nicole

Chapter Nineteen-Devin

Nicole remains silent as we maneuver through the restaurant towards the front door. Miss fake boobs is standing there with a syrupy smile plastered on her face, batting her fake lashes at me, "So good to see you, as always, Devin."

I glance quickly in Nicole's direction, just in time to see her roll her eyes. I ignore fake boobs and say nothing. Nicole smirks.

Once we clear the restaurant and no one is in earshot, I start in. "Nicole, what was that?"

"What do you mean?" She looks puzzled.

"You think you could've mentioned that you work for one of the most powerful dons in the country?"

Pausing for a moment, she says, "Devin, it's not like it came up. What was I supposed to say? 'Oh, by the way, one of my major clients is a Mafioso big wig?' Come on, you're not serious, are you?"

Hands-on my hips, I stand there looking at her and realizing she's right, but shit...that was awkward as hell.

"I guess we have to keep playing the game like we don't know each other?"

Nicole shrugs, "It's probably best, Devin. I don't want Mario to think I'm not doing my job because the VP and I are having sex. Look, Mario is a significant client for me, and I don't want to mess up our relationship."

So all we're doing is having sex? Wait...did she say they're in a relationship? What the hell does that mean?

Keeping my voice calm, I have to ask. "So, you and I are just having sex? I guess I never have asked you if you were seeing someone, have I? That explains why he was so very touchy-feely with you. His eyes were fucking you every time he looked at you."

She looks offended and very pissed, "Are you serious, Devin? He's my client. As a matter of fact, he is my most important and highest paying client. That's it. That's all there is to it! And, you already know I'm coming off of a shitty relationship." Her face shifts to hurt, but the fire comes back in her eyes. Pissed at me again.

We just stand there looking at each other as I mull over what she said. Nicole is right. That's not something we even ventured to discuss, but that's not really what has me feeling pissed. That dick head couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her! Am I overreacting? Maybe so, but shit...the mother fucker looked like he wanted to rip her clothes off, and he didn't give a fuck who was in the room!

"Nicole, look, I'm---"

"I have to go, Devin," and with that, she spins around on her heel and marches to her car. I'm left there feeling like shit.

The rest of the crew comes outside.

"Viper, I take it you didn't know about Nicole's client?" Prez shoots me a look.

"Fuck no. That shit was as much a shock to me as it was to the rest of you."

Prez throws a steely look my way as we load up to roll out, "Is that going to be a problem?"

"Nah, man, but I asked her if they were in a relationship. Did you see Moretti eye fucking her? What the hell?"

I release a deep sigh, "She's pissed at me, though."

He eyes me while putting his helmet on, "Yeah, we all saw that shit but tread lightly, man. We do not want to have any of the Moretti's as an enemy. Plus, we can't fuck up this payday! This is going to be huge, man! And fix that shit with her. Remember what I said."

Yeah, he's right...I have to talk to her. I need to apologize, so before I pull off, I try calling Nicole, but of course, she doesn't answer. She's pissed.