I walked up to Kells in the shop, I had lost all trust and patience. This is what I get for being so careless. He was standing talking to Rook while Rook sat on his car. I walked up to him as calmly as possible.
"We need to talk," I said with a hint of sternness. He looked down at me and shrugging me off giving me the 'go away I'm kinda busy look'. "Kells!" He kinda glanced over but not at me and he seemed very intrigued by what Rook was saying. I reached up and grabbed his face with my left hand to make him look at me. "Colson, I said we need to fucking talk!" He gave a death glare and I felt his jaw tense.
I pushed his face back and grabbed him by his wrist. I drug him to my office and shut the door. "What the hell is your-"
"Sit down," I was so over his bullshit games.
"I'm not a fucking dog Devyn, I don't have to obey your commands!" He got in my face and I pulled out my gun and shoved into his chest just like when we meet in the hotel.
He sat down while he had annoyance spread across his face. He set his head in his right hand. "So what all do you want to know?" His hand flung out and came back to its place after he asked the question.
"How do you know my mom," I set the gun down to my side with a death grip just Incase I needed to prove a point again.
"Well in my family by 27 you need your own gang and women or other family gets to kill anyone that's important to you. I got a year warning from my dad and your mom got ahold of me like 5 months ago."
"So that's why you wanted to join clans. You knew I was in the same situation?" The more words he said the more the pieces came together.
"Well yes originally. But once I actually watched you race I realized that you actually were a great racer." He had on a poker face so I couldn't tell his lies from the truth so I didn't trust everything.
"So you have a gang?" I knew racing clans were way different then gangs and with being an artist with touring I don't know how the hell he could lead a full functional gang. It has to be some like technically it is but it isn't shit.
"Well I mean yes, but no. My fans are apart of EST, which is but isn't a gang. But I still need to marry so that way y'all are safe." This was just all one giant headache for him. Rook, Slim, and everyone in the clan was at risk, not that he likes everyone in the clan but knowing it was his fault could tear someone down.
"So I guess we gotta act like we like each other now," I said it under my breath but loud enough so I knew he'd hear me.
He smirked as he looked down at the ground and shook his head. "God doesn't that just suck," I could tell by his tone he was being sarcastic.
The light from the window came in and really highlighted his blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked flawless in that moment. A smile spread across his face and his teeth look perfect. His tongue ran across his cheek while he stood up, "Is D staring at me?" His devilish smile spread across his face.
"Oh fuck off Colson stop dreaming," I rolled me eyes at him while he walked closer to me. I backed up until the desk stopped me.
"I'd say you were the one dreaming. I mean you have to like what you see at least a little bit," he kept his space and he flirted like a 12 year old, so I decided to play along.
"Nope not one bit. I find you very revolting actually. I don't know why girls drool over MGK, he's just so ugly. And the tattoos, what does he do worship the devil or something I mean come on now." He pointed at my arm where my tattoo peaked out at the end of my sleeve a little bit. "Oh this, this is different because I don't look like trash with it. And I just love the Holy Ghost,"
"Yeah man screw that MGK man, with his nasty raps and and tattoos. He's just a hood rat wanna be, who's famous for talking about the devils lettuce." I laughed as he went on and on about himself not because of his words but because of his facial expressions and hand motions.
It felt nice having my mind off things and being able to laugh and really mean it. I wasn't worried about my mom or how I was going to pay rent. I was in the now. No bills or consequences just a good time with the guy who'd I'd end up having to spend the rest of my life with wether I wanted to or not.
"So I guess dealing with you all the time won't be that bad," my cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
"I think that's the nicest words I've ever heard come out of your mouth," his hands rested on my thighs and he moved in towards me.
"Like you're the nicest guy ever," he gave me a 'you got me there look' which made me smile a little.
He kissed me and for the first time it wasn't needy or harsh, it was a slow kiss. My right hand rest on the back of his neck while he pulled away. "No one can know this is planned out," he whispered under his breath. Then I was thrown back into a pool of emotions and Slim walked in and my hand felt to my lap.
"Oh um, should I come back later, or?" He stuttered over his words.
I jumped down and knocked Kells over a little bit. "No, just in time actually. What's up?" As he started to talk I zoned out and thought about what exactly I had gotten myself into. A mess.
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FanfictionAutophobia- The fear of abandonment Racing. It was in my blood from the day I was born. My dad raised me working on cars, so I knew the ins and outs. But I wasn't racing for that NASCAR shit, I was a street racer and that was all I wanted to be. I...
