Twisted MC-Devin & Nicole

Chapter Thirty Nine-Devin

Can I tell you how many years it took Friday to get here??? It felt like a hundred and fifty-one. Finally, waking up to the reality that it was actually Friday was an incredible feeling.

I've been walking around in a daze lately, so let's just say my place is looking a little less than presentable. I do some cleaning and straightening up before leaving for the day. I take a last look around before I head out for work. My nerves have me a little on edge, so I'm doing extra shit I don't usually do. My condo looks like a magazine right now.

Pulling up to the shop, I see a black car that seems slightly familiar but I'm not sure...maybe a new customer? For some reason I go on high alert...something doesn't seem right. Swinging my bike into one of the shop bays, I cut the engine while watching the car. I sit for a few seconds, taking off my helmet, but staying on my bike, I reach for my piece and call out to my manager.

"Hey Dante, do you know whose car that is out here?" He slowly walks over to stand beside me, reaching for his Glock.

"Nope. No idea." I narrow my eyes at the vehicle, watching. The engine is still running, but no one has gotten out. I swear there's something oddly familiar about it though, I just can't place it.

Just as I start to think I know who it might belong to, the front passenger door opens. A tall man with bulging muscles gets out and reaches for the back door.

Sighing, I take my hand off my piece. Moretti.

Dante glances at me. "It's Moretti. Man, what the hell is he doing here? You want me to call Prez?"

"Nah, I got this." Getting off my bike, I walk to meet Moretti as he approaches the shop.

"Mr. Moretti, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"Devin, if you don't mind, I'd like to have a few words with you."

What the fuck, he knows my name? Shit. I'm on alert again. Not only does he show up at my business, but he knows my first name, which means he's done some research. I make sure to hide my emotions and show him into my office.

"Have a seat. What can I do for you?"

"I had a little discussion with my attorney yesterday, and it's come to my attention that you have...shall we say...an interest there. Am I correct?"

Not trusting myself to say something I might regret later; I just nod in agreement.

"Well, let me put it this way," he pauses and glares at me, "I also have an interest there, and it's more than business-related if you catch my meaning."

Ok, did this man just walk into my business and tell me he's interested in my girl? I'm starting to feel my blood pressure rise, but I remain silent.

"Nicole has worked for me for a while, and we've become extremely close. I'm very interested in taking it further, but the feeling is not mutual on her part." He pauses for a few beats, watching my reaction and then goes on, sounding pissed. "And then you come along and slide into the spot that should be mine."

What the everlasting fuck?!?!

"Listen, Moretti, I had no idea you were interested in Nicole, and she gave no indication that she was interested in someone else. The fact that she doesn't feel the same about you has absolutely nothing to do with me. If she wants me to leave her alone so she can pursue something with you, then that needs to come from her." I stop to assess his reaction, but his face is blank, so I go on.

"I care for Nicole a lot...and I have no intention of letting her go or stepping aside unless that's what SHE wants. Besides, if that spot you claim I took from you actually belonged to you, then she wouldn't have let me take it, to begin with."

He just sits there glaring at me for far too long. Shit, where is Dante? Is this fucker about to shoot me? Never taking my eyes from his face, my hand slowly reaches under my desk for my other Glock.

"Ok, Devin. I don't want a mess here, but I will have you removed, permanently, if I find out you are hurting her. Am I clear?"

Who does this prick think he is?

Glaring back at him, I try to keep my voice calm. "I hear you but let's get one thing straight, Nicole is mine. I have no problems turning this thing ugly if you don't step back and let her treat you like the business client you are. I don't want any problems with you or your family, but if you continue to make advances toward my girl, I will fuck you up. Now, am I clear?"

He raises a brow, and a slow smirk appears on his face. "I like your balls, Devin. I might be able to use you in the organization."

He stands slowly, never breaking eye contact, and says, "Have a good day. I'll be in touch." Then, smirking, he turns and walks back out towards his car.

Shit. What a way to start my day.