Rust: A Bad Boy Romance (Courage MC) (34 page)

I
never really prayed
, but in that moment I took a step back and closed my eyes. I began mumbling to myself,
Dear Lord, I’m sorry for all that I’ve done. I’m sorry I’ve said bad stuff about this town I grew up in. I’m sorry for bad mouthing my parents and for getting angry, even with all the opportunities they’ve given me. Most of all, I’m sorry for not reaching out to you, for not believing in you with all my heart, and for getting caught up in this mess with these evil men. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, “I’M SORRY!”

At that moment, the two men burst into laughter and embraced each other. Adam kissed the Mexican on his shiny forehead. The man looked down at me. “Hey, what’s the matter with her?”

Tears were streaming down my face. I was strewn across the dirt below them, holding on to Adam’s knees. Apparently I had yelled out loud and those around me heard everything. I was so embarrassed. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and got up from the ground.

“Hey, Adam…you don’t have a kid now, do you? ‘Cause that would be kind of weird.” The man asked him, laughing loudly.

Adam looked away. “Nah, man. No kid. This here’s a distant cousin of mine.” He said.

Cousin? Is he for real?

“Alright, I can respect that, homes.” He bent down to greet me. “The name’s Jorge. I’m also a relative of Adam, you hear me?” He hoisted my butt into his arms and pushed me onto his shoulders. “We’re all family here.” He said to me.

We’re all family here. I liked the sound of that…

“My name’s Rose.” I said, rubbing his bald head.

“Nice to meet you, Rose.” Adam walked closer to the house and Jorge followed.

“What’s this tattoo anyway?” I said, perhaps a bit too inquiringly. Adam looked at me angrily, so I closed my mouth.

Jorge reassured Adam. “Nah, man. It’s cool. Rose, if I were to tell you, I’d have to kill you.” His smile turned into a menacing grimace. Shadows from the fire crossed over his face, reflecting off the gold of his teeth.

“Adam, man. Let’s talk inside.” He motioned for him to follow.

“The girl comes with.”

He looked at Adam. Then me. Then back at him. “Ah man! Alright, alright. I’ll trust you on this. But if you fuck me over, I swear…the girl is gone, man. Gone. You hear me?” They were both staring at me now.

“You hear him, Rose?” Adam asked me. How I ever got mixed up in this, I would never understand. But I nodded my head like a good girl should and walked inside.

The house was old and rickety. Spider webs covered the ceiling and dust hung low in the air. We walked into what appeared to be the living room and stood around an old wooden table. On top of it was a few big duffle bags full of what looked like glass shards. My guess was that this was the bad stuff they were talking about earlier.

“See this house? At one point in time, this house was worth a cold hard million.” Jorge told us. “But now look at it. It’s old and falling apart. It’s been
neglected
. Now it’s worth
jack shit.
” He motioned towards the bags. “But this stuff? This glass right here?
This
will remain the same
forever.
This shit is like
gold.”
He smiled, opening one of the zip locked bags with his tattoo-covered fingers.

Adam looked at him unamused. “Okay, Jorge. I get it. I just wanna’ see the stuff.”

“Alright, homie. Take a look for yourself.” He brought the crystals up to Adam’s face. He took out a glass pipe. I was shaking so bad I practically peed my panties. I was holding my skirt tight, waiting for Adam to get me the hell out of here. I wanted no part of this at all.

Adam held out his hand and back away slightly. “You know I don’t touch that shit. Have the stuff sent to one of my men. You’ll get your money then.”

“No, no, no. I’m going to need some down payment if you want me to do that.” He cracked his knuckles and threw the zip locked contents back into the duffle bag.

Adam laughed. He reached into his leather vest, revealing a hidden pocket on the underside. He pulled out a grip of large bills and threw it on the table. “There. That’s fifty grand. Have I been known to rip you off Jorge?”

Jorge took the bills and ran his fingers through them. They were brand new bills. He looked satisfied. “Nah. I guess not. You never can be too careful though. A’ight. I’ll be seeing you.”

They shook hands and we made our way outside. I don’t know what it was, but I suddenly felt a great weight being lifted from my shoulders. I was smiling wide, walking tall next to Adam. There was this whole underground world I never even knew existed. It was so exhilarating! For the first time in my life, I felt like I was a part of something real. Jorge’s words echoed in my ears:
We’re all family here.

We walked past the side of the house. His motorcycle was parked in the front. Adam looked at me and laughed, “Do you feel free yet?”

“Show me more.” I said with confidence.

A
dam took
me home late that night. I made him promise me he would pick me up at the same spot the next night. I needed excitement. I needed some real experiences. I also needed to know what he was all about.
50 thousand dollars?
That was a fortune to someone like me. I developed a strong feeling that there was a lot more where that came from.

Adam kissed my soft cheek when he dropped me off. I didn’t know what I was feeling, but I knew life was exciting when I was with him. I blushed and waved at him, running to the side of my house. His motorcycle took off in a stampede of sounds. Although I hopped through my window at a quarter past 4 A.M., my parents seemed to have no idea.

“
W
hat time did
you get in last night?” My mom asked me the next day. “We didn’t see you before we went to bed.”

I smiled, eating my eggs. I had no appetite. I didn’t care about eating. I just wanted to be around Adam. “I was just reading at the park. Nothing really exciting.”

My mom looked worried, “In the dark? Aren’t there gang bangers that hang out around there, Jim?”

My dad paid no attention to our conversion. He was busy reading the editorial section of the local paper. This
always
got him going.

“Hm. What? Come on, Nancy, I’m reading the dang paper!” He swatted the idea away, annoyed that someone would interrupt his reading. I smiled.

There was no real reason to distrust me. I was generally a pretty good kid. Thus far, I had never gotten into trouble. In fact, when I was in high school, I was at the top of my class. But things tend to change once you graduate. Little did they know, their baby girl was up to some scary shit.

“No, mom. It’s safe, I promise. I sat under the lights. Anyway, I was in bed by 10:30.” I sat there in my pink dress, smiling.

“Oh, okay.” My mom said, giving up the fight before it had even started. I was proud of my skills of coercion.

The rest of the day was spent absentmindedly daydreaming. Who
was
this Adam guy and why was he making me feel this way? I was experiencing a plethora of emotions I had never felt for someone else before. I wanted to scream! Thinking about his kiss sent me spiraling into sexual frustration. I may have been inexperienced, but I still thought about sex on a daily basis.

I dreamt I was lying next to his motorcycle in the cold park down the street. He came up to me and asked me where my parents were. I told him they were home asleep. Slowly, he bent over my body. The smell of dirt and wet grass was all around us. His hands and arms were dirty, covered in engine grease. He had just finished working on his bike and now needed a thick, young body to work on.

He beckoned me forward with his ringed finger. I crawled against the grass, mindlessly, until I reached his denim jeans. I reached up to feel his hard cock growing inside his pants. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and his abs glistened against the dark glow of the moonlight. I was salivating, yearning for him.

I unzipped his pants and discovered he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His massive girth bounced up against my face and I slid my tongue out for him. He slid his huge member onto my tongue and let out a moan when he felt my warm breath around him. It was only moments before I felt him explode inside my mouth.

That’s where the dream ended and reality decided to kick its ugly head in. A girl can dream, right?

When the night actually did come, I was sitting in the exact same spot as before. Only this time, I didn’t bring any books. Instead, I wore my short jean shorts with a black halter-top that showed off my stomach. Underneath it all, I wore a white, cotton thong that delicately draped in between my ass, along with a matching bra I had picked up at Victoria’s Secret a while back. I tried not to overdress. I didn’t want him thinking I cared
too
much. Plus, I think he liked my good girl look and I didn’t want to mess that up.

I was actually really nervous about meeting up with Adam again. Despite us having a crazy night, I was sure he thought of me as just another dumb young girl. Yet, there was still the question as to why he came up to me in the first place. The whole thing made no sense, quite frankly and I vowed to get an answer from him tonight.

A low frequency rumble sounded in the distance. I instantly picked my body up from the grass and looked ahead of me, past the parking lot. At first there was nothing, except for a group of birds flying away from the sound. However, after a minute or so, I noticed something past the end of the street. It was Adam on his motorcycle and he came barreling down the road at high speeds.

He was looking straight ahead, wearing the exact same outfit as last night. He looked stern and confident and he sure as hell didn’t give any fucks. I anxiously ran to the end of the block, waiting for him to pull over. It only took him seconds to reach me and I saw his white teeth shine underneath his beautiful lips. He parked the bike and walked towards me.

I didn’t know what to say or do. All I knew was I wanted him
now.
I didn’t care if anyone saw us. I was practically soaking through my panties.

“You ever shoot a gun?” He asked me.

Surprised, he put a 9mm handgun directly into my shaking palms. I looked down at the cold, black metal and looked back up at him again.

“Um…No?” I said, feeling weak in the knees. I guess
this
was why my parents always told me never to talk to strangers.

“Well, now’s your chance to learn.”

H
e stood
behind my small body, holding me steady. We weren’t in the park anymore. He had taken me to another location, in the desert somewhere, a couple of hours away. I could feel his hands inching up my side, feeling close to my perky breasts.
Please move closer to me,
I found myself thinking. His face was next to my ear and I felt his warm breath on my lobe. I shivered with desire.
Fuck me,
I thought.

“You see that target over there?” He pointed to a Coke bottle in the distance. “I want you to shoot that thing to smithereens.”

“I can’t, Adam. Really, I can’t.” I said, still holding my aim.

“You can and you will.” His grip around me tightened. He moved his head back to protect his ears slightly, although he didn’t seem to care all that much. “Okay. On my count. 3…2…” Just when he was about to yell 1, I felt his warm lips smack against my neck and his hand fell onto my tight butt.

“1!” He yelled. I shot, completely missing the target.

“Hey!” I screamed. “Not fucking fair!”

He was sitting on the dirt, looking cocky as ever, lighting up a cigarette. “Who says life is fair?” He muttered under his breath.

“Who said you could touch my ass, huh?” I said swinging the gun wildly.

“Hey now, put the gun down, maniac. Look, it was just a little joke. But if it means anything to you…you’ve got a great ass, Rose.”

“Thanks I guess.” I tried hard to keep myself from smiling wide and blushing. Although, I knew I was an open book. I dug my heel into the dirt and looked at him some more. He was leaning against the bike, smoking and staring into my eyes. He had a way of staring, actually. It was as if he were staring directly into your soul. He was the deepest man I had met in my life and at that moment, I realized I was falling for him hard.

“What?” He asked me after a minute of silence.

“Just because your handsome doesn’t mean you get to do what you want, you know…”

“Oh, I’m handsome now? Shit, we just met Rose. Before I know it, you’re going to tell me you’re in love with me.

He was so smug it made me sick. “Oh, fuck off…” I said back to him. He just sat there, smoking and observing.

I was filled with anger. I turned around, focused my sight, and took a deep breath. I clicked the safety off the handgun and raised it toward my target.

BOOM!

The Coke bottle exploded into a million different pieces. I lowered the gun, clicked the safety back in and holstered the weapon. Adam stood in front of me, speechless.

“What?” I asked, looking smug myself. “You going to tell me you’re in love with me?”

He chuckled to himself, slapping his knee. “Well, damn, girl. I guess we’ve found out what makes
you
a good shot. Go ahead. Keep the piece. It’s yours. My gift to you.” He hugged me, rubbing my hair.

“Stop! You’ll mess up my hair!” I screamed. “You mean it though? It’s mine?”

“Of course I mean it. You earned it.”

I couldn’t control myself. I ran and jumped into Adam’s arms and kissed his face. “Woah there!” He said, losing his balance. We fell onto the dirt, while the sun beat down on us. He wrapped his arms around me and said, “I’m glad I met you, Rose.”

“I guess I’m part of the family now?” I asked him, feeling hopeful.

“Rose, this life is no laughing matter. If you want in, you can be in. But once you’re in, you can
never
back out. I mean it. This isn’t children’s shit.” He looked at me sternly.

I stood there silent. “What do you mean I can never back out?”

He stood up, placing his body next to mine. “It’s complicated. It’s not something you just do and leave the next day. Our crew replaces your family. You’ll be with me from now on. No goodbyes. Is that what you want?” He laughed and shook his head. “Shit, I shouldn’t even be talking. I don’t have a crew anymore. I guess my crew would be you…a little girl.”

I honestly didn’t know. How could I answer a question like that? On one hand, Adam was slowly making his way to my heart. On the other hand, my parents were always there for me. Sure, they could be a little absent from my life, but they loved me and took care of me. Yet, Adam’s way meant complete and total freedom. It meant adventure. I knew it could be dangerous, but I trusted him. He wasn’t like Jorge or the rest of those guys. He had a plan. I knew it.

“Okay…I’m with you, Adam. But promise me three things.”

He raised his eyebrows and stroked his chin. “Shoot.”

“Number one: Promise me my parents will never find out.”

He looked away from the sun and threw his cigarette onto the dirt. “Done.”

“Number two: You never call me a little girl again. And number 3, you have to tell me why you chose to talk to me the other night. It just doesn’t add up. I need to know. You know, for my sanity at least.” I stared at him intensely. I was going to get what I wanted.

“Hm. Okay, fine.” He said, walking over to his bike. “Get on. We’re going somewhere fun.” He said.