Authors: London Casey
Before Shay could retaliate, Blaine let out a cry and jumped
on both men. Landon felt Blaine
’
s
weight and he lost his balance. Soon the three were on the floor of the bar.
Fists were thrown just to be thrown. It smelled like smoke, whiskey, weed, and
body odor.
“
Goddamn
this,
”
a voice said.
“
Break it up, assholes.
”
Landon threw elbows until he was clear and able to stand.
Miller stood before the three of them, his own hands in fists.
“
Just
working things out,
”
Blaine
said as he wiped his mouth.
“
Aye,
”
Shay said.
“
Looks
like a fucking threesome to me,
”
Miller said.
“
You boys
forget about the beautiful women we have here?
”
Landon looked away as Blaine let out a laugh. When Landon
looked back he saw Blaine helping Shay up. They hugged and turned to find
Landon. The three men hugged and that was the end of all the bullshit fighting.
Everyone returned to their personal parties and agendas for the night. Landon
returned to bar next to Nate and finished off his beer with one big gulp and
then ordered another one. That beer was even colder, tasted better, yet it didn
’
t get rid of the shit feeling
inside Landon.
Even Nate noticed and questioned him about it.
“
Too much on the mind will weigh
you down. My old man used to tell me that.
”
“
Yeah.
”
“
Then
again, he took two bullets to the heart,
”
Nate said.
“
Maybe if he
fucking cared more, he
’
d be
here.
”
“
Sorry
about that,
”
Landon said.
“
That
was a long time ago. There
’
s
no use in being sorry for the past forever, right?
”
Landon drank and then felt someone touch his back. He looked
to his left and saw a pretty woman slither to a barstool. She had on a skimpy
top, nice tits, and ripped jeans. She was dirty and sexy, with nice lips and
blue eyes.
“
Drink?
”
Landon asked.
“
Fuck,
”
she replied.
“
I
’
m good.
”
The woman leaned and bit at Landon
’
s ear.
“
It
wasn
’
t an offer.
”
“
Is that
how this works?
”
Landon
asked.
“
Who the fuck do you
think you are?
”
The woman smiled. She took Landon
’
s beer and drank from it.
“
I just watched you get into a fight with your own
MC. Little tension there, huh?
”
“
You
haven
’
t been around here
that long then,
”
Landon
said with a smile.
“
We love
to fight. And if there
’
s
nobody around, we fight each other then.
”
“
Sexy.
”
“
Listen,
I
’
m not looking for
conversation or a friend.
”
“
Neither
am I,
”
the woman said.
“
If you don
’
t want to fuck, that
’
s fine. At least let me suck you
off and take care of some of that tension built up in you.
”
Landon had no interest in this chick, even if she had a nice
body and fast personality. But damn, Landon didn
’
t
need a distraction for a few minutes.
“
Tell
you what,
”
Landon said.
“
Go down the hall, to the right,
and wait at the fifth door. I
’
ll
be there in a second.
”
“
If that
’
s what you want, you
’
ve got it.
”
The woman started to stand and Landon grabbed her by the
wrist.
“
Let
’
s get one thing clear. You want
this. I
’
m letting you suck
my dick. Be humble.
”
The woman nodded and walked away.
Landon ordered another beer and then stepped away from the
bar. He walked the hall slow and alone. He reached into his leather cut and
pulled out something else that could calm him down. A joint. He put it between
his lips, lit it, and inhaled the burning sweet taste. By the time he reached
his room, he had the joint half gone. The woman stood at his door with one leg
up.
“
Here,
”
Landon said.
“
Take a hit.
”
She took the joint and did just that.
Landon unlocked his room and allowed the woman inside. He
then shut the door, locked it, and fell back against it. With the joint between
his lips and his beer in his hand, he wrestled with his belt buckle and pants.
The woman knew her place as she fell to her knees and pulled his pants and
boxers down. Landon wasn
’
t
fully hard yet, but when the woman basically attacked his cock with her eager
mouth and swirling tongue, it took all of two seconds for him to stiffen
completely.
He put his head back and inhaled on the joint. He listened
to the wet sounds of the woman sucking him off. Life wasn
’
t perfect, but it felt pretty
damn good in that moment.
five.
Avery heard a slam and she opened her eyes. It was only
supposed to be a few minutes since she closed her eyes.
“
Fuck,
”
Avery said when she looked
around.
It was morning.
It was fucking morning.
She had slept in the bakery all damn night. There was a
little sunlight coming through the window she broke.
“
We need
to get everything from yesterday out front,
”
a voice boomed.
“
Let
’
s hurry the hell up.
”
Avery froze, trying to wake up her body. Her back felt like
someone had run over it and her legs were tingling and wobbly. She bent her
knees and bit her lip to keep from groaning.
“
Hey,
Freddy!
”
the same voice
yelled.
“
You left a light
on in the back again.
”
The light.
Shit.
The broken window.
Fuck.
Avery needed to make her escape right now. She hurried to
her feet and stomped them a few times to bring life back to them. When she had
her balance she checked her bag and saw it was empty.
“
Damn,
”
she whispered.
She forgot to put bread in her bag. There was no time now
though. When she heard footsteps approaching, Avery turned and darted to the
window. She jumped through the opening and then tipped over a few trashcans
that echoed with thuds. In her mind she hoped the owners of the bakery were
dumb enough to maybe believe an animal had been rooting through the trash and
broke their window. There was no cash stolen from the place. No equipment
either. The only thing missing was a small loaf of bread. Did that matter? Would
they notice?
Who cares
…
Avery ran down the back alley and cut to a main street and
slowed. She blended in with the morning the best she could. The sun rose and
the day quickly warmed up. It sent Avery down to the beach where she stood and
watched the waves crest and crash to the shore. Some people ran down the beach,
getting fit. If Avery was running on a beach it would be because someone was
chasing her. Other people were on their backs or bellies, soaking up the warm
rays of the sun.
By afternoon, Avery couldn't take the hunger anymore. She
never thought her life would come to a point like this; staring at a trashcan,
wondering if anyone would notice if she dug through it, hoping to find a half
of a sandwich or something edible.
It made her angry.
She left the beach and felt disgraced. That
’
s when she spotted a small,
corner pizza shop. The building looked beat to hell and the hand painted
BEST
PIZZA
sign out front was faded and chipped.
Avery made her pass twice. She saw an old man behind the
counter making pizzas. He looked like he struggled in every move he made. After
making a pie, he put it in the oven, took off his apron, and walked to the
back. Avery had snuck inside and scanned the shitty looking place. She could
make a score here. She had to. Slipping behind the counter, Avery kept her ears
open and her eyes searching. There were slices of pizza on the counter. The
register was cracked open too. Avery was tempted. She could grab a slice to go
and grab a handful of cash. She still had money from the sale of the motorcycle,
but that was traveling money. Right now, she needed to survive in this town
until she had a better plan.
When Avery touched the pizza, she broke off a piece of crust
and ate it.
It was absolutely delicious.
Avery grabbed the slice and then felt something touch the
back of her neck.
“
You
fucking cunt,
”
a shaky
voice said.
“
Turn the fuck
around.
”
Avery knew the routine. She put her hands up and slowly turned.
She faced the old man and a handgun with a long barrel. The gun shook and the
old man had bloodshot eyes.
“
Come
here to the wall, you whore,
”
the man said.
“
Listen
to me,
”
Avery said.
“
I can explain this
…”
The man put the barrel of the gun under her chin.
“
No talking.
”
Avery turned and backed up to the wall. Her eyes looked left
to right, but she couldn
’
t
come up with a good escape plan. Not yet at least.
When her back hit the wall, she let out a fake whimper.
“
I
’
m
just hungry. I have nothing
…”
“
You don
’
t fucking steal from me,
”
the man said.
“
Nobody does. You don
’
t know who the fuck I am, cunt.
I
’
ve killed people for
less.
”
“
Please,
”
Avery said.
“
Let
’
s work this out.
”
“
Yeah,
work this out,
”
the man
said.
“
Tell you what, baby
…
suck me off and I
’
ll put a bullet between your
eyes. You won
’
t feel a
thing. If you don
’
t suck me
off, I
’
m going to tie you
to a fucking chair and slowly kill you.
”
Holy fuck
…
This guy was serious.
What kind of fucking town was this?
“
Okay,
”
Avery said.
“
Calm down.
”
“
Five
seconds to decide, cunt.
”
“
Don
’
t call me that. You don
’
t
…”
The man pushed the barrel harder under Avery
’
s chin, hurting her tongue and
throat. She whimpered, this time for real.
“
Please,
”
she whispered.
“
Give me a second
…”
“
Two
…
One
…”
“
Whoa,
whoa, whoa
…”
It was another
voice.
“
Pop, what the fuck
is going on here?
”
Avery turned her head and lost her breath for a second.
There was a tall, strong man in a leather cut standing with his hand around the
barrel of the gun. His eyes were dark and sexy, and when he looked at Avery,
she felt like she could faint. It was the guy she saw just before she dropped
the motorcycle and just before the explosion went off.
“
Landon,
let me handle my business,
”
Pop said.
“
This cunt
…”
“
Stop
calling me that,
”
Avery
said.
Pop slapped Avery across the face. His old hand was like a
damn brick. It sent her hair sailing around and Avery turned, gripping her
cheek. Tears fill her eyes and she tried to stand tough, but damn, it hurt.
“
Hey,
”
the biker yelled.
“
We don
’
t fucking do that right now.
”
“
Don
’
t tell me
…”
“
Pop,
calm down for a second. Your heart is going to explode. What the fuck happened?
”
The biker then looked at Avery.
“
Did you take it up the
ass?
”
“
What?
”
Avery asked.
“
That
’
s what Pop likes. If he ordered
it
…
paid for it
…”
“
I
’
m not a fucking whore,
”
Avery said.
“
Okay
then,
”
the biker said.
“
Landon,
she stole from me,
”
Pop
said.
Landon
…
the second time Avery heard it, it stuck.
Landon.
Landon was muscular. Landon was sexy.
Landon also had his hand around the barrel of the gun still.
He slowly worked the weapon from Pop
’
s
hand and placed it on the counter.
“
What
did you steal?
”
Landon
asked Avery.
“
Nothing,
”
Avery said.
“
Yet. I was going to grab a
slice. I
’
m hungry.
”
“
She
’
s a cunt thief!
”
Pop yelled. He touched his
chest.
“
Pop,
you know how we settle this,
”
Landon said.
“
Give me a
number.
”
“
Five
hundred. Right now. You pay me.
”
Pop slapped the counter.
“
Five
hundred dollars?
”
Avery
asked.
“
For a slice of
pizza?
”
Pop turned and Landon stepped between Avery and Pop. Landon
was just inches from Avery
’
s
face. She looked up at him as he towered over her.
“
It
would be nice,
”
Landon
said,
“
if you shut your
fucking mouth, sweetheart.
”
“
My name
is Avery, not sweetheart.
”
“
I
’
ll call you what I want.
Sweetheart.
”
Landon turned and Avery felt her legs wanting to give way,
just like in the bakery earlier. Only now her legs weren
’
t tired and weak, her body was melting because of
Landon.
“
Five
hundred?
”
Landon asked.
“
Right
now,
”
Pop said.
Avery watched Landon reach into his pocket and he counted
out five one hundred dollar bills. He handed it to Pop and the old man stuffed
the money in his pocket. He then looked at Avery and pointed.
“
You
stay away, cunt,
”
Pop
yelled.
“
No more
of that,
”
Landon said to
Pop.
“
Yeah?
”
Landon reached for the gun and grabbed a handful of Pop
’
s shirt and threw him against
the counter. The old man started to cough, but Landon didn
’
t seem to care. He put the gun
to Pop
’
s head and smiled.
“
We don
’
t talk like that anymore,
”
Landon said.
“
You gave up your leather,
remember? You walked away when you had a chance to come to the table. That
’
s fine. Your blood runs through
two wheels, but that doesn
’
t
mean you can act like that. Got it?
”
“
Yes,
”
Pop said and kept coughing.
“
Hey,
sweetheart,
”
Landon said to
Avery.
“
Get yourself a
slice and sit down to eat.
”
Avery hesitated for a few seconds before moving. She slowly
took a slice of pizza and started to eat it as she walked away. Landon stood
with his gun pointed at Pop the entire time she ate. When she finished, Landon
threw Pop to the ground and then took a slice for himself. He bit into it as he
walked toward Avery.
“
Good
pizza, isn
’
t it?
”
Landon asked.
“
It
’
s really good,
”
Avery said.
“
Want
more?
”
“
Kind
of.
”
Pop reached up and pulled himself to his feet. Landon went
back to the counter and took the rest of the pizza pie. He reached into his
pocket and put another hundred on the counter.
“
That
should cover it,
”
Landon
said. He went back to Avery and smiled.
“
Come
on, sweetheart, let
’
s have
lunch.
”
Avery looked back at Pop. He rubbed his neck and then waved.
“
Come back again
…”
Avery was flabbergasted by the power Landon had. He walked
into a pizza place, paid the owner off to stop him from killing Avery, then
roughed him up. It was crazy. It was sexy.
“
Let
’
s hang over here,
”
Landon said. He walked outside to
a motorcycle and put the tray on the seat.
“
Eat
up.
”
“
Thanks
for that,
”
Avery said.
“
Like seriously, thanks.
”
“
You
realize he would have killed you, right?
”
“
I
picked up on that after he put the gun to my mouth, yes.
”
“
How was
he going to do it?
”
“
What?
”
“
It
’
s Pop. He offers options. That
’
s his thing. Sex and you die
easily. Resist and you die hard.
”
“
He
wanted me to
…”
Avery felt
her cheeks turning red.