“So is having good bikes.” She retorts.
“Do you need help with anything?” I stroll past them, “Need me to handle the emergency?”
“No, all under control.” Dad goes to the back of the store.
“You just got here, get some rest.” She blows me a kiss before she heads back as well. “We’ve got the entire summer to nag you.”
I chuckle as I fix my shades on the slope of my nose, pull my ball cap that was attached to my jeans over my head, snatch my helmet back, and make my way outside—not before I grab a lighter and shove it into my front pocket.
BOOM!
As the loud noise resounds in the store, I halt, “Dad…”
“It’s okay, I got it,” he shouts back.
He’s one of the clumsiest people I know but it’s always because he’s giving something, helping someone, or thinking outside the box.
But it better not be the other thing that just assaulted my brain.
No!
I knew those dirty images would get me at some point.
My phone pings and I slide it out of my front pocket. Scrolling through endless messages my agent left me. A million notifications from social media, and the new harassment calls and messages I’ve been getting lately.
This is the part I hate about doing what I love. Everything comes with a price, doesn’t it?
The only messages I care about are from the biker squad group chat we started after I took a trip to New York with my cousin about two years ago. I immediately fell in love with those people and they became a second family to me.
We stay in touch all the time even though we live in different cities.
Bradley
What…?
Ronnie
Motherfucker,
you’re asking questions,
you have to FOLLOW ALONG!
It’s after a hundred messages from everyone in the group.
Lennon
Haha, I can’t with you two.
Luka
Hahahaha, I think I just heard you in the shop.
Dylan
I’m DEAD!
Theo
