Chapter Four
He'd found this little Chinese restaurant in a secluded part of town to have dinner. It was nice; he ate by candlelight, alone, left to his thoughts.
After he finished his meal he looked at his watch and noticed that it was almost 10. He asked the waiter for the check, paid, then got on his bike and left.
He could see a couple of race cars driving off in one particular direction, followed by a few bikers. He decided to follow them, figuring they could probably lead him to the scene he was looking for.
Ten minutes later, they arrived in an old warehouse district where there were cars lined up as far as one could see. He smiled underneath his helmet. This was it.
He parked his bike and got off, taking off his helmet to observe the crowd. He noticed the scantily clad girls hanging over the racers and smiled. God, he missed those days.
"Hey handsome," some girl behind him wrapped her arm around his shoulder, touching his chest through his jacket.
He turned around. She was skinny, wearing a black leather mini-skirt with a blood red baby tee. Her dark hair and over-applied make-up were semi-alluring. But she would do far now.
"Hey," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"You racing tonight?" she asked.
"You could say that."
She giggled, the little airhead type giggle, which made him think twice about screwing her later.
They had parked their cars and biked and were standing off to the side, waiting for the action to begin.
"Hey gorgeous," some guy walked up to her and began hitting on her.
She ignored him. She wasn't in the mood for games tonight.
"You givin' me the cold shoulder or something'?" he was starting to bug her.
"Hey," Rocky jumped in, coming to her rescue. "She's with me. Beat it."
The guy threw him a disgusted look, then went to go chase some skank.
"Thanks," she said appreciatively.
"No prob, doll. Some o' these assholes just need to remember who they're messin' with," he responded.
She turned her attention back to the crowd, smiling. Rocky had always been there for her. He'd always been Bastian's main mechanic, knowing everything there was to know about cars and bikes, plus helping out with things around the house. They'd always been close, she and Rocky. But it had never gone beyond friendship. Maybe it was time to…
Her eyes were scanning the crowd the while time she had been thinking. Then she saw him.
He was with Cheryl. That skank who'd fucked almost every racer in the scene was all over him. Well, if that was his cup of tea, then she'd let him drink to his doom.
He was beginning to look for an out the more this skank kept talking.
"So, can I see your bike?" Cheryl asked, tugging on his jacket.
That was when he caught her eye. He caught the smirk she gave him as she nodded to this bimbo.
"Excuse me," he said, taking Cheryl's hands off of him and walking away.
He made his way through the crowd towards her.
She had turned her back towards him, as she was talking to one of the guys next to her.
Without thinking, he grabbed her by the arm, pulled her close to him and kissed her.
"Thanks," he whispered in her ear before he disappeared.