This story starts in 2014. Nikki Sixx is 55 (No Coutney in this story lol)
(Thank you for making this story #1 in Tommy Lee !)
In 2014 Nikki works a day at The Vintage Vinyl Record shop in L.A to promote the Sixx. A.M bands newst album Modern Vintag...
Tommy is going to post in this chapter and Nikki is going to push and see just how much he can get away with doing to you. Mr. Sixx wants to have some fun!
You went to pay for your records, seeing that Nikki looked about done at the shop. When you got to the register the man asked your name, when you gave it, he said that your albums had already been paid for by Nikki himself.
The man who's name was Scott, also let you know that Nikki asked him to tell you to go to the back of the shop and wait there. After Scott bagged your albums, he directed you to the back ally door and wished you luck.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, so after rearranging your back pack and albums, you dug your phone out of your pocket and grinned at the lite up screen.
It was Tommy Lee, or Mr.Tommyland taking a page from Nikki and following you back, not only that -But the drummer also added to his Instagram, adding an old photo of himself and Nikki with a caption just for you.
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You were going to comment back ( Even if you weren't sure what) When a loud engine cut through the air, firing up somewhere behind you. Before you knew it, Nikki pulled up next to you in the ally, helmet in his outstretched hand, and a beautiful smirk on his face.
"Come on!" You smiled, still not believing any of this was really happening to you. You took it from him, slipping it on your head, and got on the back of the extremely expensive motorcycle, before you looked around for a way to hold on. Nikki turned to look back at you with this look in his eyes- It looked like mischief and maybe lust? "Hold on!" He snapped playfully before gunning it.
You screamed when he made the bike leech forward quickly, before slamming on the break. He was laughing like a mad man why your heart was beating out of your chest. You quickly held onto him for dear life, afraid he was going to gun it again. Your arms were around him, locked with an iron grip.
"Good girl!" He purred with a smooth tone, before he gave the bike gas and zoomed out of the ally and into L.A traffic.
Your mind raced as cars and building were flying past you, the wind was hot and strong as he drove down the street. You hide your face behind his back to keep the wind off you. You had a feeling you were going to die tonight. Either from some crazy bike crash, or just your heart giving out on you the next time he smirked, spoke or just looked at you. But what a way to die- At the hands of The Nikki Sixx.
It seemed like no time at all passed before he stopped at the rainbow bar and grill on the sunset. You took a deep breath when he put the kickstand down and turned the bike off. You were still latched tightly to the bassist. He licked his lips and tried to see you. "So?" He asked after a moment.
"That was- You ran two red lights!" You shrieked going to pull the helmet off your head. He laughed getting off the bike, since you had let him go. "And that truck it-." You stopped talking as the helmet came off. Nikki grinned trying to help you fix your wild hair. He chuckled running his fingers in the mess the helmet made. "But your alright." You shook nodded as a simple yes. But you put your hand over your heart, to show you were freaked. Nikki licked his lips. "Would you like me kick start your heart (y/n)?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
