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The next two weeks went by uneventfully, the usual petty crime he and his boys were used to, work at his Uncle's shop and, much to his Abuela's delight, homework. He was still struggling with math, but thankfully, Veronica had a remedy for that unpleasantness.
"Yo, V." he answered her call, a much warmer tone to his voice than he'd used in quite some time.
"Hey, Weevil. I need your help."
"Anything you need." he smiled, putting aside his math homework.
"I need to see if Troy's father's car passed through your Uncle's shop."
"Now, why ever would it do that? Was something broken?" he teased.
"Why don't we go after school tomorrow? I have something to do tonight."
"Like I said, V, anything you need." he hung up smiling like a fool.
"Eli? Dinner is ready, Mijo."
"I'm coming, Abuela."
The next day school seemed to drag on, Weevil was practically on pin and needles until she met him at the Sac-n-Pac. He handed her a spare helmet.
"Ever been on a bike before, V?" he asked.
"With or without a motor?" she asked, slightly nervous.
"Either." he laughed, putting them both at ease. "It's the same basic principle. If it makes you feel better, I'll let you hold on real tight."
"Whatever you say, vato." she shrugged, getting on behind him.
She wrapped her arms around his waist lightly, mostly because she had no where else to put them. Weevil sighed, shaking his head. He grabbed her arms and forced a tighter grip on his waist.
"You'll thank me in a minute." he said, starting his bike.
As Weevil took off, he felt her cling more tightly to him, squeezing his waist strongly. He was impressed that she knew to lean with him in the turns. Much too soon, however, they were pulling up to his Uncle's body shop.
"Angel, how's business?" Weevil asked, hugging his uncle.
His Uncle Angel didn't like strangers, and only spoke Spanish around those he thought couldn't understand him and might be a threat to his less than legitimate business. As much as the 09ers tried to make her feel like an outsider, Angel succeeded more than they ever did. But she could understand the majority of what he said. Keith Mars had always said she could learn whatever language she wanted in High School, but he'd taught her Spanish as a child.
"Please tell me you know where Mario lives, I need that piñata." she said, strapping her helmet to her head.
"Baby, I'll buy you a piñata." he laughed.
"Will you buy me a piñata full of steroids?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
"V, what are you mixed up in?" he asked, grabbing her arm.
"If I can get that piñata back, nothing." she said.
"Veronica…" he growled.
"One of Troy's friends did a run for Hank Zigman while they were in Mexico. The product was in that piñata in the backseat when the car was stolen."
"V, Ziggy is not going to be pleased, and when Ziggy isn't pleased, people end up getting hurt." he warned.
"So, what am I supposed to do? Sit back and relax while someone, who begged for my help, gets hurt?" she demanded. "I know this is stupid, but I can't just do nothing."
"Alright, let's go get you that damn piñata, but on one condition, me and my boys go with you if you have to deal with Zigman."
"There is no negotiating this, is there?" she begged.
"Nope, now, lets go." he laughed.
They made it to Mario's just in time to watch the kids break open the piñata, only to find candy instead of Zigman's steroids. As Veronica got back on the bike, she told Weevil who got her into the whole mess.
"Looks like Luke is going to have to buy Zigman off."
Weevil made a mental note to beat Luke for putting his girl in danger. He knew she wasn't really his girl, but that didn't stop him from thinking about her as if she were. He was going to protect her as if she were his, so what was the difference really? He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her arms around his waist for a minute before riding off.
Veronica met the PCH bike club outside Ziggy's gym. Weevil frowned when he saw that she was wearing a short skirt. She did look good, but that was not a good thing when going to see a dangerous drug dealer.
"Blondie, you do know who you are going to meet, right?" Felix asked, voicing his best friends concerns.
"Yes, this way, he won't take me as a serious threat. His guard will be down, allowing me to easily do what I plan to do. You guys really don't have anything to worry about." she said, pulling a leash from her bag.
A few of the bikers flinched as Backup jumped out of the open window of the LeBaron.
"Yeah, well, blame it on how I was raised, but I wouldn't feel right letting you go in there without someone to back you up." he said, and reading the look on her face, he added, "If necessary."
"Well, thanks." she smiled, clicking the leash on Backup. "But I've got all the back up I need.
Felix pulled Weevil off to the side as Veronica walked into the gym, pitbull at her side.
"Weevs, is something going on between you and Blondie?" he asked.
"No." he answered defensively.
"But you wish there was?" he asked again.
"Felix, just drop it. The girl got me out of Juvie, that isn't a debt easily repaid. So, if I say sit outside until I know she's safe, then that's what we do."
"Alright, just, promise me she's not like…" Felix trailed off, not wanting to say her name.
"V isn't like anyone, Felix."
"She really isn't, is she?" Felix laughed, pointing to the girl walking safely out of Zigman's gym.
"Piece of cake." she smiled, leading Backup to the car. "Want to help me get some revenge on Troy?"
The PCHers could tell she was talking specifically to Weevil, so Felix lead them off, giving he and Veronica some time to talk.
"Revenge?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Yes. I appear to have simply been a dalliance until he could get back to the real love of his life, Shauna." she told him.
"So what did you have in mind?" he asked.
"I need you to take me to the restaurant at the border." she told him.
"You going to explain or am I just a set of wheels to you now?" he snarked.
"If I wanted my wheels to talk—"
"Alright, alright. We taking Fido home first?" he asked.
"Yes."
It was almost an hour later when they pulled up outside the restaurant just ten minutes from the border.
"Okay, first off, do you have cash on you?" she asked as they got off the bike.
"Yes, about a hundred, why?"
"When we go in there, we are going to pretend we are a couple. Couples aren't suspicious. After we've ordered I need you to go to the men's bathroom and find where Troy hid the steroids and replace them with this bag of candy." she explained.
"I'm no actor, V, but this, this I can do." he told her, pulling her into his arms, cradling her, leaning in for a kiss, but instead, whispering to her in Spanish.
His close proximity caused her to forget all the Spanish she'd learned, all she could focus on was his smell, the look in his deep brown eyes, like he was making a promise and confessing something at the same time. She felt safe and trusted; two things she hadn't felt in a long time.
"You ready, baby?" he asked, taking her hand in his.
"Y-yes." she stammered, shaking her head to clear it.
It didn't take long to convince the wait staff that they were love sick teenagers, sitting on the same side of a booth, holding hands and taking turns whispering in the other's ear. So it was easy for Weevil to hide the package of steroids under his jacket un-notticed. They paid and rode back to Neptune. Weevil could feel a change in how she held him as they rode; resting her head on his shoulder now, arms wrapped lower around his torso. He took a longer route home, not wanting to let her go, not wanting to feel the loss of her.
Veronica was actually glad when he took the longer way home, even though she was celebrating her dad's birthday that night. She'd cancelled the Santana surprise, so all she had to do was frost the cake. She held him more tightly than she had before, feeling that close just wasn't close enough with him. She couldn't help but notice how freeing being on his bike was, and she wondered if that was the reason he rode. As he parked his bike outside her apartment complex, Veronica reluctantly let go of his waist and got off the bike. She moved to hand him his helmet back, and he shook his head before taking off his own.
"Keep it. Never know when you'll need it." he told her.
Weevil was altogether stunned when she leaned in, as if to kiss his cheek, and at the last minute, grabbed his chin and turned his face to meet hers. The kiss was soft, sweet and full of promise.
"V, what?" he asked when she pulled away.
"Just making sure you get my meaning this time. If you don't call me, there will be problems, got it?" she said, kissing him again before running off to her apartment.
