"Throw it!"

"Donnie…"

"Come on man! Throw the little bastard."

"Alright…"

Mike the prospect wound up his arm and threw a full beer can. Straight at Donnie's head. Donnie held his fist up and punched the can out of the air, spraying his whole body with beer.

He laughed.

"Do another one!"

"Donnie, man I got to get inside and run the bar. It's starting to get busy in there."

Donnie had a moment where he debated pulling rank. Or just beating the shit out of the prospect.

"Okay, Whisky Beard. But when I come in, I expect chilled tequila in a glass."

"Chill the tequila? Or the glass?"

"Both man! Jesus."

Mike shook his head and walked inside. Donnie looked around for something else to break. He'd been drinking and breaking things for days now. He was almost starting to enjoy himself.

Almost.

After she'd kicked him out he'd come to the clubhouse. That was five days ago. He hadn't been home since.

The guys were all giving him a wide berth. Nice Donnie was gone. Mean Donnie was in full effect.

Mean and pent up. Frustrated as hell. Sally had primed the pump and sent him packing.

The worst part was, she was the only one he wanted.

He hadn't taken any of the sweetbutts up on their constant offers to lay or blow him. He hadn’t even been tempted but maybe he should try and make her jealous. Maybe all she needed was some competition to get her to appreciate him.

But he didn’t want chicken mcnuggets when he could be having steak and sweet homemade apple pie.

He frowned. She probably wouldn't care if he was with someone else but if she did… well, he didn't want to make her feel bad. Or ruin his chance with her. He didn't want to roll around with one of those skanks anyway. Not after he'd had her sweet perfection in his arms.

Donnie never lost his head over a woman. Not once. Not even for a second.

Not until now.

He scowled again. Actually this was worse than losing his head. He didn't think he'd ever wanted more from a woman than a quick lay or some head.

Oh God… he shouldn’t have thought about that.

Sally's soft lips would feel incredible on his shaft. He started getting hard at the thought of Sally kneeling in front of him, taking him into her sweet mouth… Christ!

He wouldn't let her do that right away though. Not until he'd made her explode in his mouth.

Hmmm… he just knew she'd taste delicious…

He leaned against the concrete wall and moaned. Jesus Christ, he was whipped and he'd never even gotten a taste!

Well, maybe he had gotten a little bit of a taste… of her lips anyway. But that only made him hungrier for her.

Even worse than all this unfulfilled lust was the fact that she wouldn't let him protect her.

She couldn't stop him from driving by her house in his rare moments of near sobriety though. He'd driven by every morning after the bar had closed down around six and again every evening before he got too shit faced.

Dev had the guys making regular runs around the neighborhood, but Donnie had to see for himself. Not that he could tell much with all her curtains drawn.

But maybe, just maybe he'd have a chance to see that she was okay.

Maybe he'd catch that bastard Carl.

He'd been fantasizing about what he would do to that asshole for days. BOOM. He kicked through a piece of scrap wood. That was Carl's femur. SNAP. He took a bat to an old oil barrel. That was the cowardly shit heel's head he was busting.

But always the best part, the part that he saved imagining until right before he slipped into the alcohol fueled unconsciousness that passed for sleep, was when Sally thanked him. She'd throw herself into his arms. She'd cover him with kisses. She'd lead him to her bedroom where they'd make screechy, rusty music on the mattress springs until dawn.

And she wouldn't be afraid anymore.

He kicked his boot heel through a piece of plywood that was leaning against the brick wall.

He had to snap out of this.

She didn't want him, no matter how she'd responded to his kisses. She'd told him to go away. He wanted to believe that she hadn't meant it. Deep in his gut a little voice said that she didn't really want him to stay away forever.

But maybe she did.

Or maybe, she just needed someone to prove to her that they could be trusted. That he would never hurt her. That he’d never let anyone else hurt her again.

He couldn’t give up. He couldn’t.