4
Tank
Walking into the club house I sit my ass down at the bar. Long run. My ass is wore the fuck out. As soon as I have a drink in my hand I hear a bunch of loud ass chatter coming from up in the loft. Walking down the stairs Peaches is laughing. Actually more like cackling. Behind her is Stitch and Cali and behind them walks Tiny with a little Lil on his back. Her bare feet stuck out from under his arms. What in the fucking hell. “Tank,” Lil calls excitedly with a big smile, waving at me. The past week shit has changed around here. The old ladies and girlfriends have been hanging around the club more. I attribute that to Lil. She spends almost every day here helping Low out. There's just something about her. You get to the club and you're looking for a brother, you can't find him. Look for Lil, that's where he'll be. Everyone just seems to gravitate to her whether meaning to or not. It's seems she spends most of her time with, me, Gin, or Stitch though. Hanging out with me talking and flirting. I've grown to like her even more than I did before, which is scary as fuck. It's all finally starting to feel normal around here again. After Lucy died the women stopped coming around so much. Well except the club whores, but those bitches aren't good for much. Place got fucking depressing. The old ladies are annoying as hell, but it's a love hate kind of thing. It's nice to have the loud ass happy chatter back and home cooked meals. “Sit me down here,” Lil says tapping Tiny on the head. Turning around he backs to the bar and sits her ass on the bar top right next to me. Feet on my bar stool. “Somethin' wrong withcha feet baby?” I ask her nodding to her feet. Laughing she shakes her head. “No I just painted ‘em. Can't smudge ‘em.” That makes no sense. I'll never fully understand females. “Why didn't you wait to walk 'til they dried?” Shrugging she smiles sheepishly. Biting her lip she looks a little embarrassed. “Heard your bike thought I'd come say hi.” Well shit. I sure as hell can't argue that. Gin plops down next to me. He rolls his eyes at Lil immediately. And here they go. These two are always at. “Girl ya always paintin' your shit pink. Don't own another color?” Lil glares at him. “Shut up Gin. I like my pink toes,” she says sticking her foot in his direction wiggling her toes at him. I'd have to agree I like them too. Pink toes nails and shit, I've fucking lost my mind. “Would you like something to drink Miss Lil?” The prospect behind the bar asks Lil. Miss Lil? I have to contain my laugh at that one. He's taking all formal and shit like she's a fucking princess or some shit. I guess in a way she is princess of the club. “Can I have an orange pop please?” I watch the prospect stare at her. The way he gets all dreamy and a little fucking twitchy around her. He knows how fucking beautiful she is. It's a damn issue. All of the brothers starring at her constantly, especially the brothers that aren't related to her. Peaches sits herself between Lil's knees on the stool. “Yeah Gin shut up I like ‘em too.” The girl fist bump and laugh. Women I swear. For the next two hours we bullshit and hang out. This is how I like shit. Lil around, the way I like it. I can spend time with her and keep an eye on her. My phone rings letting us know it's time to head out. “We're out,” I tell Lil reluctantly. She smiles, but it's a sad one. “Alright. Be safe.” Be safe? When the hell am I not safe? Turning to leave she calls me back. “Tank?” Tapping on her cheek she looks at me expectantly. Smirk on those sweet lips. Girl wants a damn kiss. She's turning me into a pussy whipped little girl. Damn trouble maker. Kissing her cheek good bye I feel a strange sense of calm. Well shit. “Later angel.”
Walking back into the club later that night it's dead and dark. Idly I wonder if Lil's around. She's always somewhere in the four front of my mind. I really need help. The lights pretty much killed except for the ones above the bar once I step inside. The place is dead. The rain pounding on the roof echoes in the large room. Leo's sitting at the bar with Sargent beers in hand talking quietly. Everyone else is gone as far as I can see. Bright flashes of light from the loft catch my attention. It's not very often the brothers hang up there unless we're playing poker. Heading up the stairs to see what’s going on I find it dark up there too. The only light coming from the large TV. Across from the TV is a large leather couch. Laid on that couch is a little Lil wrapped up in a blanket. “Hey sweets, whatcha doin' up here?” Big brown eyes find me. Smiling she lifts her legs up. “Sit and watch a movie with me,” she says softly. Because I can never seem to find my balls when I'm around her I sit my ass down right next to her. Curled onto her side, ass against my thigh. Laying her legs back over my lap she gets comfortable again. Instantly I put my hands on her. It’s a small part of her body, but I fucking take it. One hand on her thigh, the other around her ankle. Just one touch and I'm fucking hard. I try to ignore the deep ache, but it’s not going to be easy. Looking at the TV I see she's watching Halloween intently. Eyes wide and focused. Bowl of popcorn on the floor next to her. A bottle of water clutched in her hand. Up here alone in the pitch black, raining pounding on the skylights, and she's watching scary movies. Never in my life have I met a girl like her. “You like scary movies baby?” I ask her. Turning those brown beauties back to me she smiles wickedly nodding enthusiastically. “Hell yes,” she chirps happily. “Always blowin' my mind babe.” Giving me a huge smile that lasts all of two seconds before her eyes are back on the movie. I'll take it. We sit silently for a moment and then out of nowhere she says, “Its Halloween, everyone's entitled to one good scare.” Baby just starts quoting the movie right before the actor says it. “How many times you seen this shit?” I ask waving a hand at the damn movie. That makes her laugh. Shrugging her shoulders she says flippantly, “a few times.” I spend hours up there with her watching movies. Sitting as close to me as she can to me. Some part of her body always touching me. We watch The Exorcist, The Evil Dead, House of a 1000 Corpses, and Hellraiser. And I'll be fucking damned, that little beautiful thing knows damn near every word to each scary movie we watch. A while later she looks at me, finally breaking eye contact with the movie. Cocking her head to one side eyes narrowed, lips curled into a sinister smile she looks at me with a strange expression. With an evil little laugh she says, “It’s all true. The bogeyman is real and you found him.” Her voice creepy and a little scary. Staring at her like she's nuts when she busts out laughing. “You … you should have seen your face,” she laughs softly. Listening to her laugh makes me smile. It makes that dead piece of meat in my chest work over time. “House of a 1000 Corpses is one of my favorite movies of all time,” she's finally able to say through her giggles. Nodding I'd have to agree considering she's knows it word for word. “You're a fuckin' weirdo baby.” Shrugging she shoots me a quick smirk. “Yeah, but you love it.” Fuck she's got me there. It's impossible not to too. And that's how my night goes. I spend hours up there with her laughing, talking, and watching horror movies together. I sit on that couch until four am with her. The entire time she smiles and giggles. Cuddled up on that couch against me, keeping her all to myself. Best fucking night.
Job is done. No blood spilled on our side. I'd say shit went in our favor. Ten miles until we pull back into town. It's been three long days. One day turned into three. Not my idea of fun, but I gotta do what I gotta do. I'm itching to get home and off of the road. Usually the road is where I'm at home. Always keeping me calm and focused. Out there on the open road with no restrictions. Not now. Knowing Lil's around has me antsy to get back. I'm just not sure what to make of her. She's been in the back of my mind these last few days. Women are important I get that shit. I guess I just never gave a fuck before. They have a place and serve a purpose to us and the club, but they've never really mattered to me before. Before Lil they were just somewhere to get my dick wet and clean up around the club. Don't get me wrong I love my mom. After pops died I sent her back North to keep her safe. Have her living with my aunt. Both of them safe and out of the way. But other than my mom, aunt, and one female cousin, women were just a thing to fuck for me. Nothing more, nothing less. Now Lil's got me thinking all kinds of crazy shit. Got me thinking about her constantly. Wondering, questioning shit. It's got me all kinds of fucked up in the head.
I can feel my burner vibrate in my pocket. Sliding it out I see Low's name across the screen. “Yeah,” I answer. Don't want to miss his call. “I'm hittin' the shop. Swing by see Lil, make sure she good.” With that he ends the call. Motherfucker doesn’t have to ask me twice. Turning down the long dirt road I fallow the line of trees. Not sure why Low's got to live in B.F.E. Fifteen miles out of town. Only house for miles. How Lil is safe out here alone is beyond me. Jesus Christ anything could happen to her. No one would be able to hear her scream out here. Pulling up in front of the house my hearts a little racy. The shit this girl does to me is crazy. Pulling up out front I don't see her jeep. I don't knock on the door. Never did before, not starting it now. The house is quiet when I walk in. The dogs out back in the yard. I can hear them barking. It is still pretty early though so I don't expect her to be awake. Pushing open her bedroom door I find someone other than Lil in her bed. What the fuck is Peaches doing here? And only in panties at that? Crazy ass Peaches. Closing it behind me I go in search of Lil. Not in any room thus far. Last room, Low's office. Pushing open the door I find her. What a fucking sight I find.
Lil's sitting on the floor, legs spread wide. Hair a fucking mess, lopsided on her head. I can see her side profile. What the fuck happened to her clothes? Black bra and black panties is all she's wearing. Fucking hot. Jesus Christ now I'm fucking hard. She's the picture of perfection. The best part of this whole fucking thing is the pile of guns she's sitting around. One gun in her hand, a nine millimeter. Crazy bitch, beautifully crazy. Turning her head towards me she smiles widely. Eyes a little red, but still bright. Jesus Christ. “Hey Tank,” she says her voice rough and gavel. “What the hell you doin'?” I ask her, because I'll be damned if I can figure it out myself. Looking around the mess of guns, down at herself, and back up and me she laughs. She is crazy, and I fucking love it. Patting the floor next to her she smiles again. Like the bitch I've become I sit my ass down next to her. “Seriously baby what are ya doin'?” Picking up a Glock I look it over. Holding up a kit she shrugs sheepishly. She's filing the guns. Fucking hell. Low's got her filing off serial numbers. “You shouldn't be doin' that shit.” Taking the shit and gun from her I set it down. Bad, bad fucking idea Low. Isn't that the prospects fucking job anyway? Not his God damn daughter. “He didn't ask me. I just know how it works. Y'all have been busy.” Pile of weapons and my eyes are only on her. Such a good little criminal she is. Looking her body over I can't help myself. There isn't a thing flawed on her perfect little body. She catches me looking and I don't fucking care. At this point it doesn't matter. She's a beautiful bitch and hell I've got a dick. “The naked bitch in your bed? And what the hell happened to your clothes?” I continue trying to figure this girl out. Shrugging she stands up. Giving me a good eye full. Fuck me, well more like fuck her. “A rough night,” she quips. The devil in those eyes. Help me Jesus.
Fallowing her into the kitchen she jumps onto the counter. Still damn near naked. The back door slams open. In walks Gin. Boots clomping on the wood floor. I all but throw myself over her body. This motherfucker does not need to see her without any damn clothes. Looking between her and I, he chuckles. Shrugging her lack of clothing off he leans himself against the counter. His big ol' grin says this isn't his first time seeing her like this. “Well shit. I'm havin' these flash backs to the night of the barbeque,” Gin laughs teasing Lil. Groaning she flops her head into my back. Her body on mine hits me straight in the stomach. I'm dying to put my hands all over her. “Shut the fuck up Gin,” she grumbles into my back. I can feel the heat of her body on me. What the hell? I'm getting a bad feeling about this shit. “Baby,” Peaches shrieks running down the stairs, throwing her naked body all over Gin. Catching her mid jump he cops a feel of her ass. Well I guess she didn't find her clothes. Crawling off Gin Peaches settles herself next to Lil on the counter. That girl has never been one for clothes. I'm pretty sure I've seen her naked as much as Gin has and she don't belong to me. He doesn’t seem to fucking care though. Looking at the two of them I can't help the smirk. Lil and Peaches now there's a fucking combo. Peaches is hot don't get me wrong. Long curly black hair, green eyes. Nice body. But it's Lil for Christ sake. Lil is a fucking sight. God damn gorgeous. Long dark brown hair you want to wrap your hands in. Deep brown eyes drawing you in. Perfect lips. Flawless skin. Big ass tits. Ass for days. Those thighs you just want wrapped around your head. Yeah she's pretty much perfect. Lil sits there innocently, bra and panties. Peaches, panties only. What the fuck did these two do last night? “Peaches you have too much fun without me last night?” Gin grins like an idiot. Peaches shoots Lil a look. They exchange some sort of girl look between the two of them. Peaches giggles. Am I missing something? Looking at Gin he's only looking at Peaches. He's lucky he loves that girl so damn much, because if he was looking at Lil like he is Peaches he'd be dead right now. Not to mention they're related which is sick as fuck on its own. “Nothing happened. I'm not seventeen anymore.” Lil mumbles. Gin and Peaches exchange look and she shakes her head. Picking Peaches up Gin hauls her out of the giggling. “Whatever ya say sis.” Leaving me alone with my little Lil. “Don't ask. It's not a story worth tellin' or hearin',” she stops me before I can ask. Yeah those are the worst kind of stories. I've got a whole shit load of those myself. “Might wanna throw some clothes on before the brothers start filin' in.” I offer her my hand. Taking it she hops off of the counter. “Thanks Tank.”
I left her at home with Peaches. Had shit to take care of. Picking up a load of guns and my head just ain't in the game. I can't get Lil out of my head. No matter how hard I try she's still there. Should fuck her out of my system. Fuck that bitch right out of my head. “You alright man?” Gin asks me while looking over an A.K. Fuck no I'm not. Shrugging I just grunt a, “yeah.” Picking up thousands of dollars’ worth of guns with my head all fucked is not a smart move. “You know that shit back at the house is just a fuckin' joke man. Lil's my cousin might as well be my little sister and that's fuckin' wrong. Just like givin' her hell,” he tells me while fucking with a rifle. Nodding I try to push her out of my head. I keep her pushed back, but it isn't easy. The deal goes as planned thank God. My shit isn't all together and I do not feel like dying today. “You got the truck? I gotta hit town for a few,” I ask Gin. Shaking his head he hops in the truck. “I got this shit,” he says through the window. Nodding my okay I hop on my bike. Ride that bitch to town. Picking up a part only takes a few minutes. Walking towards the door of the parts store I see a body on my bike. My blood boils instantly. Motherfuckers think its fun to look at her. Some are even stupid enough to sit on her. She ain't a God damn amusement park ride. Seeing fucking red and a dead body I smash my way through the door ready to tear somebody limb from limb. That's until I see her. Lil's thick thighs wrapped around my bike, arms folded over the handle bars. Sweet smile on her face. She's wearing some white jean shorts and a black tee. Hair down, aviators on her head. “Me n' your lady were just gettin' acquainted,” she says softy running a hand over the handle. My poor fucking dick twitches in my pants. She sure is giving him a workout. That thing doesn't get much wrest when Lil's around. Any other person touches my bike they lose a fucking hand. No bitch sits on my lady. Lil's body all over my lady has me fucking hard. “I think she likes you too,” I croak out pathetically. What the hell is wrong with me? Smiling she laughs looking happy. “Yeah? I like her too.” This is a picture I'll never forget. That image burned into my mind until I'm dead and buried. “Whatcha ya doin' out here?” I grumble, remembering the protection order we've got going. Shrugging she hops off the bike. An air of innocents and free spirit fallows her. “Needed a few things,” she says cryptically holding up a shopping bag. Fucking hell, she's alone. I thought I left her ass with Peaches. Her being out here alone annoys the shit out of me. What the fuck is the point of a protection order if no one fallows it? If she didn't bring a brother with her she should have at the God damn least brought a prospect or Peaches with her. “How you gettin' home?” I ask her. I'm not sure why I'm even asking because; she's coming with me either way. She doesn't get a choice. She's can come willingly or I'll take her by force. “I was going to call Peaches or something,” she says nonchalantly. Wrong answer. Swinging a leg over my girl I pat the seat behind me. My first bike I promised myself no bitch would ride on her. As I got older I changed that rule to no bitch on my bike until it was girl or my old lady and here I am inviting a girl on all the damn time. I'm getting soft. “You sure you don't mind?” she asks walking towards me. Am I sure? Never been surer. “Hop on, arms around me baby.” Sitting her little body behind me she wraps herself around me. Stuffing down the shiver her touch gives me. Start the bitch up, giving her a good throttle. Her little hands wiggle up under my cut. Fuck. I can feel her warm hands through my thin shirt. Thighs wrapped around me. Body pressed against mine. … Now I'm fucking hard again. Jesus Christ.
Lil
Pulling up to the club my arms are wrapped around Tank. Not so much as wrapped, but they're holding on barely. His hard stomach right under my fingers. My cheek rested on his back. He smells delicious like leather, spice, smoke, and man. It's a smell that would melt the panties off any girl. Me included. Swinging a big long thick leg off of the bike he gets off gracefully. “Come on sweets,” he orders softly. Hands wrap around my waist lifting me off of the bike. Setting me on my feet he smirks. There are some manners in there somewhere. “Thanks for the ride.” Shrugging my thanks off Tank slings a heavy arm over my shoulder hauling me to his side and into the club. “Sure thing baby.” Wrapped around Tank sends my body into all kinds of directions. Part of me wants to throw his big ass body down and fuck him right here on the cement of the parking lot. The other part of me wants to run for the hills screaming with the damage he could do to my ego and not to mention my lady parts. Barging his way through the door he pulls me right along with him. Arm keeping me tight to his side. A sense of safety and protection in the way he holds onto me. “Shots,” Peaches shouts at me as soon as I'm through the door. Her, Cali, and a few of the girls are sitting at the bar chatting and drinking. Looking up at Tank he smiles down at me. Blue eyes light and happy. Dimples threatening to soak my panties. Everything this man does affect my poor panties. “Up for a shot?” I ask him. Shaking his head he plants a kiss on my forehead. “Nah baby got shit to do.” Walking off he disappears into the back of the club. Sitting myself down next to Cali I get comfy. Both girls gape at me as soon as my ass touches the stool. Oh hell here we go.
“What in the holy fuck is going on with you n' Tank?” Peaches inquires, arching a perfectly sculpted brow at me. That girl always digging for drama and gossip. Cali is smirking at me too. Hand on her hip waiting impatiently. Nosy bitches. “Nothin'. Just got a ride back.” I brush them off. They exchange a knowing look. These two are up to something, which is never a good thing. Pinning me with looks they're not letting me off easy. “Yeah that's not the only thing he wants you to ride,” Peaches giggles at her little joke. Cali laughs right along with her. “He wants that pussy,” Cali states firmly. “And those lips.” They're cackling and carrying on now. Each egging the other on. Both of them conspiring against me. “Oh, oh and her tits,” Peaches adds enthusiastically. I swear to an outsider sitting in on one of our conversation would be blushing and squirming in their seats. “Fuck you two,” I grumble into my empty shot glass. Hey weren’t we taking shots here? “Fuckin' is what ya two will be doin'.” Cali adds smartly. Both girls burst into laughter. High fives passed around like frat boys. “Shots, yeah?” I snap sliding my empty shot glass to Peaches. Happily she fills it ignoring my mood, but I have a feeling they're just getting started. “God I hear he's a beast in bed,” Peaches groans licking her lips. Cali fans herself dramatically. “I've heard him before. Jesus Christ it sounded painfully fun. Hours and hours of fun.” These two have lost their God damn minds. I'm not going to sleep with him. That's not what I'm here for, right? Gin is sitting not more than ten feet away while Peaches gushes over another man. He doesn't give a shit. This is normal. “Will you two shut up about Tank?” Both girls smile wickedly at me. Laughing to each other. A big rough hands slides up my back and into my hair. Fingers curl around the back of my neck. My body instantly heats up. Without turning around I know who it is. There is no need to look, I can feel him.
Tank leans himself into my body. Resting against my back. His warmth soaks into my skin. That yummy smell invading my space. Oh please no more pantie melting. I'm not sure how much more my poor body can take. “What 'bout me?” he drawls, subdued amusement in his voice. Snapping my eyes up to my two loud mouthed friends I plead with my eyes that they keep their traps shut. No such luck. Oh Lord. They have that look in their eyes. Here it comes. They're up for causing more trouble again. “We were discussing you fuckin' Lil,” Peaches says like it’s no big deal, waving a hand dismissively. Just normal afternoon conversation. Just a conversation over afternoon tea. A deep laugh rumbles through him. It makes me smile. His laugh is deep and hardy. Filled with heart and easy delight. “What 'bout me fuckin' Lil?” He chuckles to himself, clearly finding this conversation amusing. It's like I'm not even in the room. They just keep right on talking about me. “How its gunna happen here real soon,” Cali chimes in. Sitting himself beside me on a bar stool he looks over at me. Bright blue eyes not looking at me, but in me. I wish I had another shot. Pointing to my glass I eye Peaches. “What do ya say babe?” he asks me. Seriously he asking my permission? Do I really even have a say in it? Refilling my glass I throw it back quickly before I answer him. “Soundin' like I don't have a say,” I quip back. Peaches and Cali giggle. Tank slaps his big hand on my thigh squeezing it tightly. Fingers digging into my leg. Well damn. There they go. My panties melting clean off of my body. “Fuckin' right babe. You don't.” Christ. Am I the only one who isn't delusional in this club? “Church motherfuckers,” My dad growls from the door way. “Bring it in.” Saved by my dad. Tank gives me one last look before heading in. Sagging into my stool I take a deep breath.
Standing in the clubs kitchen I'm whipping up some whip cream for the pies I just bakes. The kitchen is pretty nice here. It's not great, but functional. All industrial with large stainless steel appliances. Cooking in here sometimes feels like cooking in a school kitchen or hell maybe even a prison. I mean I am cooking for a bunch of men children with criminal backgrounds. The rest of the club house pretty much matches the kitchen. All very industrial. Exposed brick, duct work, and pipes. Polished concrete floors. The main room is large, making up most of the large twenty-five thousand square foot building. Four large leather couches and ten leather chairs on one side of the room. Of course there are two stripper poles in that corner right along with the TV's. Doesn't every man cave need stripper poles? In another corner are a few pool tables. Decorating one wall is a row of four large sixty inch TV's two for surveillance, the other two for cable. On the opposite side a long bar runs the length of the place. To the side of the bar are a few bar tables. It's all very man cave-ish. Bike photos, pictures of past and present members, rowdy family trips and barbeque pictures adorn the walls. Behind the bar a large Hell's Disciples flag and American flag. Club and motorcycle memorabilia on some nice black shelves. Usually you'll find a greasy bike part or two sitting on a couch or table. Beer bottles, shot glasses and discarded clothes adorn other surfaces. Hell you may find a bike or two inside. Upstairs is a loft space that overlooks the entire ground floor. Up there are some more TV's, leather chairs, couch, and poker tables. That space used to be the kids area. Toys, TV's, and other kid crap. Not many young kids around anymore so it's now back to being part of the man cave. I spent a good deal of my childhood up there. At the back and wrapping around one side of the compound are the bedrooms. Fourteen in total. One bathroom between each two bedrooms. Dad's office right to the left of the front door. Another spare room next to that, it's always locked. Out back a large yard about the same size as the building, it is gated off by twenty foot high brick barricades. The front of the building is a paved open court. Right off of the club is a giant six bay shop adorned with a mechanics dream worth of tools, lifts, machines, and spare bike and vehicle parts of every style and kind. Pretty sure this place in a grown man’s fort. Everything a giant man child could and would need in these two steel building. The entire compound is gated by an electric fence. Dad asked me to cook so that's what I'm doing now. Chili is on the stove, corn bread's in the oven, and apple pies are cooling on the island. Loud laughter drifts into the kitchen. In walks the guys, church is over. Tank, Happy, Gin, Stitch, and my pops meander in. “Gotta take a run,” my pops says while walking out the back door. “Smells good in here,” Stitch says plopping down on a stool at the butcher block island. Tank sets himself down on the counter right next to me. “Baby,” he greets me in a suggestive drawl. Smirk firmly in place. Broke out the heavy artillery, dimples and all. Dipping a finger in the whip cream he pops it into his mouth. “Fuckin' good,” he groans. Well there go those panties of mine again. Damn I like those ones too. Swatting his hand away he grins at me. “Sup sis,” Gin mumbles smacking a kiss to my cheek. “Where's the bitch?” he asks looking for Peaches. Shrugging I tell him, “in town with Cali. Said somethin' about the mall.” Rolling his eyes he sets himself across from Tank on the island. “So hearin' you 'n Tank talkin' 'bout fuckin,” he states matter-of-factly. Jesus Christ. “Not sure how I feel 'bout that sis.” Does everyone know about that conversation? Freaking soap opera around this joint. People with their big ass mouths. Throwing my hands up in the air I spin around and face Tank, ready to give it to him. Lopsided smile on those lips, eyes twinkle in trouble. The fight in me slips the second I see set eyes on that sweet smile. Damn him. “It's inevitable babe.”
Riding in to town with a prospect I can't help but stare at him. I think his name is prospect Jones or something. Ran out of milk and a few other things so here I am stuck with a prospect running right back to town. Studying the prospect I realize he looks just like that kid from the show The Middle, Brick. All nerdy with an oddly large head. I think I'll call him that. Prospect Brick. He's pretty quiet and polite. Can't be more than nineteen. He'll work. If I've got to be stuck with a prospect at least it isn't a creepy one like Kash. Prospect Brick fallows me through the store like a good little prospect. Even carrying my bags like a Southern gentleman. I like this one. “Thanks for helping me,” I smile up at him. Nodding his head he smiles to himself. “Any time ma'am.” Checking out we head out of the store. Rounding the corner to the truck everything happens in a blur. A group of men with guns surround us pushing towards the alley behind the store. The only thing in real time is the smirk on the guy’s mangled face as he snarls at me. Slowly a nasty disfigured lip curls into a sickening grin. Scars cover a good portion of his face, like someone got him with a rake. “Look what we got here boys. Low's little girl. You a beauty ain’t yous,” he sneers at me. He sounds to be in charge. He's the only one talking. Reaching a hand out he touches my cheek. I try to keep my head still. Try not to jerk away. Running a finger down my cheek to my neck he sighs. I hold back the need to gag. I feel dirty from his touch. Everything about him is sleazy and sordid. Cold scratchy fingers touch me. His touch is awful. “Fuck you. Don't fuckin' touch me,” I growl coldly standing my ground. He's wearing a cut, but I can't make out the colors. All I know is he's not a Disciple and I'm in trouble. Prospect Brick steps in front of me, but scare face is quicker. Snatching me up by the arm he tugs me over to him knocking Brick into his guys. The fight in me takes over. “Get the fuck away from me,” I shout with a struggle. Trying to pull away from him. I'm fucked if I don't fight back. I've got to get away or at least try. Swinging my foot up I bring it right into his balls. Grunting he drops my arm instantly. Coughing and gasping he paces a few times hunched over holding his stomach. “You a stupid bitch aintchu',” he growls menacingly at me. Straightening up he levels me with one look. Shit. I don't have time to react. With a swift swing he back hands me across the face. I can hear the mean crack ringing in my ears. Pain radiates through my face and into my jaw. The pain stings to the bone. Stumbling back a foot or two prospect Brick is able to get in front of me, but it's too late. I hear it before I see it. A loud crack of a gun rings out. The sound deafening. Blood everywhere. Red, warm, sticky blood trickles down my body. Slumping against me the prospect falls into me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My mind goes blank, zeroing in on life. Is he alive? Lord let him be alive. I know it's a long shot. I can't look. I don't want to know. Terrible memories rush back in. Paralyzed with fear I can't move. I'm stuck. Memories of Josh's burlap sack covered head. On his knees. I'm sorry, is all I heard before blood. Lots of blood. Blood everywhere. All over me. All over the ground. Rooted to the cement I can't think, let alone move. Scar face grabs me around my neck. Feet dangling beneath me the ground slips away. Slamming me against the concrete wall of the store. My head crashes into the wall with enough force to almost knock me out. Hanging somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness my mind fights to stay with it. I claw my nails at his hands desperately trying to loosen his grip on my neck. The strength in his grip slowly crushing my windpipe. “Got a little message for your pops,” his voice low. Speaking right into my face. Eyes wild and bloodshot. Squirming only makes his grip tighter. I can't breathe. My vision blurs. I can feel my head growing lighter by the second. My heart hammering its way out of my chest. “Listen ya stupid fuckin' cunt,” he growls shaking me a little. My head hits the wall again. “We want ours. He wants what's his. If not next time it'll be your head I blow off.” Dropping his grip on my neck he brings a fist right into my side. Fuck. Slumping into the wall my ass hits the ground hard. A boot connects to my ribs and everything hits black.