It took her almost twenty minutes to get to the spot that Buzz had described. She could see his bike pulled off the side of the road, but she didn’t see him anywhere. She pulled her bike up next to his and turned it off, grabbing a flashlight out of her saddlebags before she stepped off. She pulled off her helmet and said, “Buzz? Dillon?” Buzz hadn’t been lying when he said the area was thickly wooded. The only sounds that she could hear were the chirping and scratching noises of the small woodland animals. At least she hoped they were small. “Buzz?” Suddenly, he stepped out from behind a tree, nearly giving her a heart attack. “What the fuck, Buzz? Jesus! Where’s Dillon?”

“Don’t get mad…”

“You son of a bitch! Dillon better be here.”

Buzz held up his palms. “He’s not, but he’s safe. I did find him walking along the side of the road and he asked for a ride to Bill’s place, so I dropped him off there.”

“Then what the fuck am I doing out here at three o’clock in the fucking morning?”

“I just wanted to talk to you…”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She thought about pulling out the gun as he took a step toward her, but something inside of her wanted to see exactly what Buzz had planned for her that night. “If I had my gun on me, I’d shoot you.” As soon as he heard her say she wasn’t armed, he took a step toward her. She took one back.

“Come on, Kat. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want you to pay attention to me. From what I hear, you’re not all that picky. Why can’t I get some of that loving you’re famous for spreading around?”

“Because you’re a piece of shit for saying things exactly like that. I’ll bet you never fuck a woman more than once, do you? You might be halfway decent-looking and maybe even good in bed, but nobody is going to put up with your stupid mouth. I’m leaving and you can be sure Dax is going to hear about this.”

She turned her back on him and as soon as she did, she felt his hand on her shoulder. A tickle of panic formed in her stomach and she cursed herself for not already pulling out the gun. He was a lot bigger than her and they were in a secluded area. “Kat, please. I’m already in trouble with Dax this week. He’s pissed off at me for something that wasn’t even my fault…”

She shook loose of his grip, Luckily, he let her go. Spinning around to face him she said, “That’s another one of your problems, Buzz…you never take responsibility for your own shit. You’re always whining about it being someone else’s fault. I’m leaving now and if you ever try anything like this again…” She took a step away and again he reached out and grabbed her. This time, he put his arm around her waist and pulled her body up against his. She tried to get her leg up high enough to kick him in the balls, but he was holding her too tight. “Let go of me! I will fucking kill you.” He ignored her and the next thing she knew, his lips were covering hers and he was forcing his tongue into her mouth. As soon as it was there, she bit down.

Buzz cried out and stumbled backwards, letting her go in the process. “Ow! Fuck! You bitch!” Blood was forming at the sides of his mouth. Kat bent down and pulled the gun out of her boot as soon as she was out of his reach. “Jesus! You’re going to shoot me for trying to kiss you?”

“You were forcing yourself on me and I’d have every right. The cops probably wouldn’t even arrest me and Dax might just thank me for taking you off his hands.”

He was lisping around the pain in his tongue and the blood in his mouth as he said, “I’m sorry, okay? I just really like you.”

“That’s how you show a woman you like her?”

“Not just any woman,” he said, and tried to smile. “You’re different, Kat. I figured you liked it a little bit rough.” She aimed the gun at his chest and said:

“You figured wrong.”

Buzz sucked in a breath and said, “Come on, Kat. Please don’t shoot me. Please. I didn’t mean any harm. You just really turn me on…”

“Shut up.”

“Kat, please,” he said, desperately. He looked like he was about to cry and that made her sicker than his tongue in her mouth. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just please don’t shoot me.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your clothes. Take them off, now!”

“Kat…” She moved the sights of the gun from his chest to his head. “Okay, fine. I’m taking them off.” She stood and watched as he took off his kutte and then his t-shirt underneath. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to his boots.

“All the way off,” she said. With a sigh, he bent over and unlaced his boots and kicked them and the jeans off before standing back upright. “Shorts too.”

“Kat, please…”

“I want to see what it is you’re always offering me,” she said. “Maybe I’ll change my mind.”

The idiot actually looked like he might believe her. He pushed his shorts down. Kat wasn’t impressed. “So, what do you think?”

She resisted rolling her eyes at his shriveled-up member. “Kick those shorts off.” He did that and with the gun still trained on his head, she bent down and quickly scooped up his vest. She tossed it at him and said, “Put your kutte back on and go home.”

“What? What the fuck? No way!”

Kat moved the gun downward, toward where his clothes and boots lay, and took aim. She pulled the trigger and saw him jump out of the corner of her eye. “Put on the kutte and get on your bike, or the next one goes into that shriveled-up piece of meat between your legs.”

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“Yes, and I told you before that you didn’t want to find out just how fucking crazy I am.” He still didn’t move, so she took another shot. This time at his t-shirt, which was lying close to his feet.

“Fuck!” He scooped up his leather kutte and put it on. “What the fuck am I supposed to tell them, showing up like this?”

“I don’t care. Tell them whatever you want…just don’t fuck with me again.” While he scrambled to put on the vest, she took two more shots. He was mumbling about her being a crazy bitch while he climbed on his bike. She wished that she had another free hand to take out her phone and take a picture of him. He looked so ridiculous with his kutte on and his naked ass shining in the moonlight. She held the gun on him until he started the bike and took off, and after waiting to make sure he wasn’t coming back, she emptied the gun into his clothes, gathered them up, and went home.

* * *

Buzz could see Mercer in the guard shack as he approached the gate. He knew he’d have to explain himself to him, but he was hoping since it was so late, Mercer would be the only one. As soon as he got close to the locked gate, Mercer stood up and stepped out of the guard shack. He folded his arms, cocked an eyebrow, and waited for Buzz to shut off the bike before he said, “You want to start with why you didn’t come back with the rest of the guys, or why you came back without your clothes?”

Buzz could hear the tremor in his voice as he said, “I stopped to take a piss and got attacked.”

Mercer narrowed his eyes. “By who?”

“I don’t know. Some black guys with bandanas over their faces. They made me strip and then I got ahold of one and took him down but the other one started shooting so I took off…”

“They let you keep your kutte?”

“I grabbed it. I wasn’t leaving it with them. Fuck, Mercer, I’ve had one hell of a night.”

Mercer still looked skeptical but he said, “This is exactly why we’re on lockdown, and you’re not supposed to go anywhere without the other guys.”

“You can ask Brick. I just pulled off to take a piss. Before I could get back on the road, they showed up.” Mercer pulled his phone out of his pocket. “What are you doing? Who are you calling?”

“Dax. He needs to know about this. It’s a clear threat…”

“Come on, man. This is…fuck, it’s embarrassing. It’s my birthday, Mercer. Can’t you give me a break?”

“No, I can’t. I have orders to report anything unusual. You showing up buck-ass naked…is unusual.” He pressed a button and a few seconds later he said, “I’m sorry to wake you, Dax…but, we have a…situation.”

Buzz felt like he was going to have an anxiety attack. He was torn between shame and rage. He wanted to kill that crazy bitch. Dax was going to ask even more questions than Mercer had, and if he found out Buzz was lying…shit…men had disappeared off the face of the earth for less. But no fucking way could he tell the truth…could he? Maybe Dax would punish that stupid broad somehow if he did…? Doubtful. She’d lie and say he was trying to force himself on her. She needed that attitude fucked out of her, but even if she begged him now, he wouldn’t be the one to do it.

Mercer ended the call and said, “Come on inside. Dax will be here in a minute. Didn’t you have your gun?”

“It was in my saddlebags. They were between me and the bike when I turned around after taking my piss.”

“You didn’t hear them drive up?”

“No! Fuck, Mercer, you act like you don’t believe me.”

Mercer looked him over as he stood up off the bike and with a smile tugging at his lips he said, “You have to admit that if any situation is unbelievable, it’s this one.”

“Well, it’s the truth, and stop staring at my dick!”

Mercer laughed outright then and said, “Hell, I can’t even see it.”