Fuse (Book 3 Hell Raisers MC)

6

Daisy

“You and me are going on a date.” He tucked a flyaway back down as I took a bite of my sandwich as I let the sun warm my face too.

“Where? When?” I asked him before taking another bite and looking over at him.

“First day of the fair. I know you still wanna work some so how about you work a half day, we head out middle of the afternoon, stay until one of us wants to leave.” He offered and I nodded as I chewed. “We can do all the rides, the games… see what people are selling there. It’ll be nice.”

“Not too hot either.” I added knowing this was the one summer in California where we weren’t being blasted with 90 degree weather like other states. It was a cool 70-80 degrees so far and it was almost August.

“Just warm enough to enjoy the ride down and not worry about it being too hot when we’re off the bike.” He told me and I realized that meant we were going to drive the hour or so down on his bike… meaning I would be on the back getting to wrap my arms around him for an hour each way.

So this friday we were going on our first date. 3 days away… and I’d need to be able to dress nice while also prepare being on the back of his bike long term.

“So that means jeans and stuff right? Do you think I should bring something to change into so I can get a small tan?” I asked wondering if that was even a good idea. “Maybe shorts and a tank top and I carry a back pack or something.” I added knowing I didn’t want to give the impression he should be the one to help me with my extra bag.

“No need for a back pack, I can attach my saddle bags and let you lock up your jeans after you change.” He told me and I just felt that flutter in my chest as he leaned over and took a bite of my sandwich without asking.

I always imagined having a relationship where everything was on the table, we can tease and steal food off of each other’s plates, he can slap my ass just as I walk by, he can kiss me whenever we want and I could kiss him. When we get to the s*x, I can only hope it would be better than what I had done in the past. Maybe not as good as the solo vibrator nights I have been having, but we could maybe be open to using it with him.

I took another bite of my sandwich and I Heard someone whistle before Vic was off the table beside me. “Stay here a minute love.” He told me and gave the back of my head a kiss before I watched him walk over to Rowdy.

I needed to remember that I wasn’t serving them so I had to remember to call them by their biker names. Especially at the clubhouse, when I do get to go there.

If Victor takes me there that is.

I am sure he would. I think. Why wouldn’t he? Maybe to keep me away from everyone else, not to hide me… I think. I don’t think he would hide me like that, not after he’s been so vocal about me being with him, and him being so serious and ready to even move in and everything before we were even on a first date.

Of course he did just kiss me while knowing Rowdy was near by. So no… he’s not hiding me.

And It was my idea of taking things slower not his. I watched them talk, and Rowdy was one second talking and the next he had Vic by the shoulder like he was trying to contain him. It had to have been some kind of bad news. Vic never took bad news well. I bit my lip and watched them before Rowdy looked over at me and said something that made Vic look back at me too.

Before they could have a more lengthy conversation they both headed my way and I was hit with the realization it might have something to do with me that set Victor off like that.

“Hey Daisy.” Rowdy seemed to release Victor and sat opposite on the bench from me and Victor came back around to sit beside me with his fists on the table and I could tell his whole body was tense too. “So, the Tuckers… they’ve been reported to the police, they’re going to jail, but it seems because we did that… the Rubianos are now upset thinking we snitched and we will continue to snitch. They’ve canceled our meet up.”

“So… what does this mean for my debt? They should see that it was the Tuckers not me who owe them money right?” I asked and looked from Rowdy to Victor and knew that was probably the wrong assumption… I mean it would be how normal smart people think but these are gangster money hungry people so I should know better.

“Means that they might come after you hard. Means… we want you safer than you think you are right now. Someone is always with you now, but with how these guys work… how do you feel about carrying a gun or a knife on you?”

“I do carry a knife in my purse.” I told him and looked back to Victor who seemed pissed off this was all happening. I knew it wasn’t because of me that he was mad, he was just mad for me that this was all happening to me. I reached for his hand and before I could try and calm him he wrapped his right hand around my left and briought it up to his mouth to kiss my knuckles.

“I will let you use my smallest gun for protection.” Rowdy cleared his throat and I opened my mouth to say I had no training in guns or shooting but he just nodded at Vic and stood up.

“I know he’s being nice but I don’t know the first thing about using or shooting a gun.” I told Vic and he just kissed my knuckles one more time before looking around.

“You let me worry about when to train you with the gun. Right now there’s heat around the Tuckers which means if they squeal the Rubianos will go down. They’ll worry about them before you. Which buys us a little time. So… new plan. I take you on the date, you have fun, we buy cute s**t at the fair, have good food, and then maybe over the weekend I take you to the firing range.”

“Sounds practical.” I told him with a mild shrug, if that was going to be date number 2 it might as well be just as adventurous as date number 1.

“I don’t want you to worry too much. If the club doesn’t want to contact the Rubianos I will personally. You need to find that year book of your moms though, that will be leverage enough for a meeting without mentioning you or the tuckers to them when asking for a meeting.” He told me softly and I just nodded slowly and raised my sandwich and while I was about to eat, he pulled my hair just a bit so his mouth went in for the bite before mine and I giggled it off but he let me finish as he stayed beside me.

I was wiping my mouth when he tugged my hair again and I hummed before looking over at him. HIs eyes were watching me and I felt studied before he leaned in and I was too eager to slow or even stop myself. I leaned in and felt his hand still in my hair but it didn’t hurt so he pulled as his lips me mine and I could feel his hand holding my hair turn into a fist and the more he seemed to pull the better the pulling started to feel … erotic.

I felt his tongue and opened my mouth, letting him in and letting him do whatever he wanted to me as long as I copied the movements as well. I licked and nipped when he did and before he pulled away completely I whimpered and reached out and grabbed at his vest before pulling him closer since he seemed to still pull my head back just slightly the more he tugged my hair.

“So f*****g perfect.” He whispered and slowly released and seemed to now rub my scalp where he had been pulling and brought my mouth right back to his. I felt like a girl in a romance movie kissing and getting caught by the time someone opened the side door to the diner and called my name making me pull away to see.

“We got slammed, are you all done?” Beverly, a new girl, shouted and seemed to wave awkwardly and look back like she was overly worried.

“Work is calling me… you enjoy the rest of the food, come on in if you want me-“

“Only thing I’ll want later is more of that mouth. I should head off too. My lunch technically ended about 12 minutes ago. But Rowdy will be able to cover for me.” He kissed my temple and I started to collect the plates and basket the fries had been in.

Once I had them organized on the table I stood and stretched before going to grab it but he beat me to it. “Grab our cups sweethearts and I’ll walk you back in.” He told me and I moved to grab his water, dump it out into the grass, before putting my sprite to my lips and taking the last swallow.

FUSE

“Look, golden boy is back… wonder where he went on his lunch.” I rolled my eyes at Zips teasing me to Slice and turn to see the parking lot was full of people who needed tires looked at, changed or upgraded. That was mostly their job. I had the oil changes, the brake pads, occasional smog check with the fact I could also help tune up their car if they didn’t pass Smog.

“Do I even have any customers or are you both holding the lot again?” I asked them and Slice lifted his head from where he was working on fitting a custom rim over a new tire and looked like he didn’t even want to tell me.

“She’s a monster but I am sure with your look she might pipe down.” Slice told me and then nodded his head towards what looked like a 2001 mustang.

“What did she need?” I asked and they both seemed to look at each other, mumbled a few things before laughing and high diving each other. Such kids.

“Hi ma’am, my guys say you needed me for a specific job today?” I called out as I started to talk over to it and she was just in the drivers seat on her phone and she looked over at me like I had interrupted her.

“I was here 20 minutes ago. And 40 minutes before that because they said you were on your lunch and would be back.” She snapped and I just waited for the bits of answers I needed.

“What did you bring your car in for today?” I asked again when she just seemed to wait for me to say something to her response.

“I would like to know why I am paying for a service if it’s going to be late.” She stated and I just took a breath.

“I think you’re better off going somewhere else.” I told her and moved to just leave her sitting there in her attitude.

“Excuse me? I just told you how long I was waiting, I demand an answer from you.” She pushed her squeaky ass door open and I could just hear the heels clicking behind me since I didn’t stop to talk to her again and kept walking back towards my office. “I want your manager.” She screeched and I rolled my eyes before looking back over at Slice.

“Slice. Live one for you.” I called out and smirked before going behind our desks where she couldn’t go and I heard her then yelling at Slice about how I should be fired and I could barely hear him trying to be nice to her, and then I heard it.

“I want to talk to the owner! He’s a friend of my boyfriends and that’s the whole reason I came here! Get me the owner! Now!” The chill that ran through Slices’ spine made me smirk before he looked over at my door and right at me.

“You got me again there sour puss. What is it you think you’re entitled to? Yelling at us? Demanding a service you have yet to pay for? Throwing an attitude around like you’re in charge?” I asked coming back and I could see the moment she realized she probably f****d up so I waited for some sort of answer now. Because I better find out who her little boy toy who sent her to me was.

“My boyfriend mentioned that he knew the guy who ran this place.” She told me and I just waited. “Are you the owner?” She asked but again I just waited. We had already told her, Slice had, in not so many words.

“Lady, either leave or change your attitude. We’re not hard up for bitchy customers who don’t know that even a mechanic like myself has his own life outside of work that may take me away from coming back on time. Maybe if you had called and made an appointment like any regular person would, you wouldn’t have been left waiting, but no, you think you’re special because you are dating someone who knows me. Tell me their name and I’ll see if they even ring a bell.”

“His name is Issac. His street name is Trigger.” She told me with a huff and I laughed knowing what the f**k was happening. She thought she was dating Trigger? What a laugh. “You laugh? You think Issac will like it when I tell him you laughed at me?”

“I think it’s funny that you think you’re dating that man. He doesn’t date. He f***s until he’s bored and then he moves on to the next piece of ass. If you’re here that means what… second date where he talks about where he sometimes works when we need him?” I asked and she turned bright red. “I can call him up right now and ask if he cares about you… if he cares that I turned away a snotty b***h who demands things from service workers like me and my crew. Shall we?” I reach for the phone and I see her seem to step forward like she could possibly stop me.

“f**k you. All of you.” She then turns on her heel and stalks right out to her car. I could see her wipe her face and I should feel a little bad that I broke her little bubble she thought she was in with Issac but he is usually better about being clear that he isn’t dating some random chick.

Once she backed out of my lot I still picked up the phone and dialed Triggers number just in case.

“Yo yo, need me at the shop?” He answered after the third ring and I knew he was good.

“Just had a run in with a girl of yours… you mentioned knowing the owner here.” I told him quick and he laughed lightly like he didn’t get it. “Well I got back from lunch and she decided to chew me out for being late, wanted to talk to the manager, and when Slice wasn’t enough she demanded to talk to the owner. She then called you her boyfriend and said you wouldn’t be happy with me Trig…. Is that true? Are you not going to love on me anymore and help me out if she doesn’t get some service from us?” I put on a voice and a pouty lip so he could hear it and he laughed hard.

“f**k that… which one?”

“I couldn’t tell you, she didn’t even tell me what was wrong with her car before she tried to chew me out for being late after my lunch.”

“Tell me what she looks like that might narrow it down.” He laughed and l rolled my eyes.

“Brunette, long hair, brown eyes, pale.” I shrugged not really caring at this point.

“Big t**s or big ass, or more of a medium on both?”

The question stopped me for a moment because I really hadn’t looked. I could think back on it and pick his answer, and I did… turns out Greta was the b***h. I hung up on him after a few minute and went to sit down and start processing some of the things the boys had tallied up for me to order. Some were just notes taken down for me to look at prices and such for them as well as some of our good customers. I checked some of our logs for our big rig contracts we sometimes have to deal with. And then I noticed it was close to 5pm.

“You heading out to get your girl?” Slice asked as he finished cleaning some of his tools while Zip closed and locked up our gate.

“Not yet, she’s off in a few hours.” I told him and he nodded slowly and gave me a smile. “What?”

“I heard you with Trigger… he asked you about her body…” He said and I nodded wondering where this was going. “And you talked her face… brother do you not see women anymore?” He asked with a tight voice like he was really curious.

“I see women. Do I ogle and check them out? No. I don’t think I ever have unless it was on display I was drunk and looking for fun.” I told him with a shrug. “No need to look when I got what I want to look at beside me when I want her.” I told him and stood up from leaning on my desk and he seemed to linger over my words.

“So, you see daisy and no one else… forever?” He asked and I just shrugged.

“I can hope its forever, it’s up to both of us. But for now, for most of my life, Daisy is the one I wanted and the one I would never f**k up with. Not if I can help it. And I’ll be damned if she feels bad because I can’t keep turning my head after every b***h that walks by. She’s got my respect, and I need to show her that she does.”

“So she’s the only one you check out?”

“She’s the only one I need to think about. When a girl pops into your life Slice… and you want to change and show her that she’s different you’ll know what I am talking about. I’m sure it looks like I’m whipped or scared of being caught or whatever ZIp might make fun on me for but it’s respect. Hopefully you get to see it that way.” I slapped his shoulder and moved around him to get to my bike.

I had a gun to pick up from Rowdys before getting to my girl.