Chapter 42
Nash
“I’m going too! I’m not getting in that car with her ass again, though.” I’m pointing at Ellie, and she’s just smirking. Goddamn, it takes a lot to get me car sick, but that last little bit did me in.
Z leans into me and asks, “Was that from what you just saw?”
“No, Z, it was from her driving like a fucking rally car driver! It was hot at first, but when that car was on us, she hit a new level.” Now his ass is smirking, and Marcello’s looking at Ellie like he wants to eat her alive.
Marcello declares, “I’m riding with Ellie, and you two follow behind. Nash, pick a car.” He’s stepping up to the passenger door and giving my mess a disgusted look.
I step closer to Z, and he suggests, “We can take my bike, Nash.” Does he have another one for me to ride? I don’t think now is the time for riding lessons.
“I don’t know how to ride, Z.” I’m about over not knowing how to do shit around these three.
He runs his hand down my chest. “You’ll look pretty on the back of mine.”
I think for a second, but why not keep the wild shit up for the day. “Fuck it, why not.” I’ve always wanted to learn to ride, but my dad would never let me have a bike. His stupid-ass argument was always the, “They’re dangerous, Nash. I’ve cleaned up brain matter off the road from bike wrecks” talk.
We’re standing beside Z’s R1, and he is pulling his helmet on, buckling it, and fuck if I don’t feel my dick twitching to life in my pants, again… It just went down. He grabs my helmet out of my hands while I’m too busy ogling him. “Here, let me help.”
He slides it onto my head, and I tilt my head back so he can buckle the strap under my chin. He gives it a test pull and shake, then pats the top, “You’re good to go, Djale I Bukur.” He presses a button on the side of the helmet and does the same to his.
He swings that powerful leg over the side of the bike and leans onto the tank with his ass out. Wiping the fake drool from my helmet, I compliment him, “You look good enough on your own mounting this nightmare of a bike, Z.”
Then I hear his voice through the helmet. “Get on, Nash. We’ll look even better together.” He fucking winks at me through his open visor, then slams it down with the flick of his head. I climb on behind him, getting as comfortable as I can on this tiny fucking seat. He grabs both of my arms and wraps them around his waist, then instructs, “When we stop, put your hand on the tank to keep yourself up.”
I hear a wolf whistle and look over. It’s Ellie with Marcello’s window rolled down. She screams out, “I’m drooling. Marcello, baby, you have any napkins in here to clean me up?” I’m laughing at her antics, but she can’t see because of the full-face helmet. I flip my visor down, then Z kicks the kickstand up, and starts the bike.
With that, she speeds back out of the parking garage, Marcello looking like the most satisfied man on this planet.
“You ready, Djale I Bukur?”
“As ready as I’ll eve—” I’m cut off when he takes off, fast as fuck, if I might add. Fuck, I shouldn’t have said yes to this either.
We pass by the rest of Marcello’s crew cleaning up the mess of blood in the garage, pulling out onto the road. I can see Ellie up ahead, and before I can get settled in on the back of this thing, Zamir’s racing up right beside her. She rolls her window down, her beautiful fucking hair whipping around in the wind. She looks so carefree when she’s behind the wheel, being an absolute menace. I can tell she has no clue where to look because she can’t see our eyes through the mirrored visors. I hear her downshift, and Z follows suit, murmuring out, “Hold on.” And I do just that.
We’re pulling into a warehouse that looks fancy as fuck to be in the middle of the desert. My whole body is covered in sweat from the adrenaline and pure fear of these two racing down the streets. I was holding on to Zamir for dear life, not even paying attention to where we were going. Jumping off the bike, I’ve never been more excited to get my feet on the ground.
Marcello gets out, turning toward us as they’re getting out of the car, shouting, “She almost wrecked multiple times looking at you two on that damn bike.”
1“Don’t be jealous, Marcello. You were gawking, too.” She rolls her eyes but adds, “And you two are keeping those goddamn helmets on when I’m fucking you later.” Mierda, that image alone is enough to send a Saint straight to hell.
We’re all following behind Marcello; he puts a code in and scans his hand before you hear the door unlock. We all head through the door, and my jaw is instatntly on the floor. This is some fancy high-tech torture chamber, I’m guessing… and then it dawns on me. We’re in the same place we were earlier in the day when we came to the shooting range. This looks like the other side of it, maybe? I knew this place was big, but had no clue this was all in here as well. It’s going to feel weird as fuck going back to normal life and practice tomorrow after this wild as fuck day we just had.
“Qij, Marcello, you’ve really outdone yourself with this place.” Zamir’s spinning around, taking in all the rooms because each one is fully visible from the hallway, but they are all vastly different on the inside.
“It wasn’t all me, but thanks; now, come on, let’s put one of these rooms to use.” Fuck, I hope I can handle this shit. Marcello leads all of us to one of the last rooms at the end of the hall, and when we get in there, it’s just a board room.
I chuckle and ask, “What are we going to do, bore them to death?” He’s wearing his serious, scary face, which is not my favorite look of his and has me shutting the hell up.
“We could, Il Novellino, but no. I need to know if you’re serious about all of this.” He takes his arms and waves them around the room. Why is he pointing just me out?
“If you mean Ellie, yes, I’m fully serious about her.” I give her a tight smile because I know that’s going to cause her some inner panic, as she doesn’t want to commit. Maybe she’s changed her mind now that she knows she can have all of us.
“Yes, Ellie, but also, you’re about to see some shit you probably are not used to, and you will not inform anyone about.” The last few words were not a question, and I know agreeing to this is risking my life. It’s a risk I will always take if that means I can have Ellie and Zamir.
I look at Marcello with no humor in my voice and reply, “I’m all in, Marcello.” I bounce my eyes from Ellie to Zamir’s, relaying the same message to them. “I’m all in with all of you.”
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