Carmen has her arms wrapped around my waist. I only had one helmet and I gave it to her. It was a quiet ride no major traffic. I keep checking my mirrors to see if I was being tailed, but no takers, no fucking anything it was dead. I pull up to my place. It’s a converted warehouse/ loft, Mark and I use it for work. The ground floor is full of cars, parts instruments, police scanners. The second floor is Mark’s. The top floor is mine. I drive around the perimeter just to make sure everything is cool. Everything is checking out ok. And I park my bike in the garage. I use the side entrance since I have company. We take the elevator up to my floor. I type in the key code after I tell Carmen to turn around. She laughed but stopped when she saw I was serious.  The lock makes the click I am so use to and we step inside. The light goes on as soon as we walk in. Carmen seems impressed, I tell her Mark is a god with anything with wires. And she asks is  Mark my boyfriend. I laugh at her like is she’s stupid. I tell her no that Mark is my brother or like a brother.

“So I like your place.” She looks around and there’s nothing. White walls. Black leather furniture.  A tiny black and white TV. A huge sound system. And that’s it. “You want a beer?” I ask. “No.” she says. We just stare at each other. The air is getting tighter. It feels like we are moving closer to each other but nothing is happening. I can’t get enough of looking at her. She is so easy on the eyes. I focus on pieces of her. Her lips, smooth and full. Her eyes, pools of darkness and light. Her skin, which glows on the backdrop of her white tank top. Her arms fit and smooth. It seems like smoothness was her greatest feature. Along with her tits which I just couldn’t get enough of. I just wanted to suck on her nipples till she came from the feel of that alone.

This was insane. This is Havoc’s girl. It wasn’t just that a war could start because of her being on this side of Cali. It wasn’t just that Curt can have me dusted just for looking at her. She is the enemy. She is an Outsider. My father died bleeding orange and black. It was our colors. Everything I had I owed to the crew. None of that seems to matter the more I looked at her. I break the moment up by going to the kitchen for a beer. I take the .45 out of the front waist of my jeans not really feeling the need for it anymore. I slam the top of the beer on the edge of the counter. I couldn’t find the bottle opener I tell her. She just smiles. And that’s when she got me. She has the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. I didn’t know a person could have that many teeth.