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“Sounds like a plan,” he smiled.
We spent half an hour in the shower. And this time we took advantage of being naked and wet together.
With the hungry enthusiasm of being teenagers again, we ran sudsy hands and soapy cloths over the other’s hard lines and curves. Hungry with need to touch each other, we made sure to grope and cleanse every last inch of skin under that soothing, hot water.
After we turned off the water, Grizz dried me off with one of the towels left to us. While I did the same for him, his eye caught the little motel shaving kit.
“Mind if I take a few minutes?” Grizz asked, running his hands along the ragged edge of his beard.
“Go on,” I smiled, my fingertips dancing lightly along his heavy, dangling cock. “I can wait. There’s a convenience store in the office up front. I’ll grab us a couple drinks while you do that.” I tugged lightly at his beard with a warm smile; Grizz grinned, bending down to kiss me on the lips. I felt my heart swell and knew that he had always been the man for me.
I closed the door behind myself, smiling privately. Throwing my clothes back on, I dug out the motel key to lock the door behind myself.
Sure.
I was still rattled from being locked up, but I was free now.
Grizz had come to save me.
He’d pulled me out and gotten us far away from those fuckers, where nobody would think to look for us.
We were home fucking free.
Which is why I was so surprised when I locked the door on my way out, a bounce in my step, only to turn and see Mark lunging from beneath the front window.
Before I could make a peep, my body was racked with 50,000 volts…
Grizz
Something in the air just didn’t feel right.
Then there was the soft, muffled sound, and I immediately grabbed a hand towel on my way out the bathroom door. I wiped my face mostly clean with a swipe, then tossed the towel aside.
When I glanced out the front window, I growled with rising, raging combo of complete surprise and bitter fury.
NO.
I rushed to the door, but Mudflap was already tossing Kate in the back of a trunk. He was ready for me, and whipped out a pistol before I could make it halfway to him. He was clearly untrained, holding the gun slightly off-center with one hand, making no effort to steady the weapon against the kick. He’d be lucky to hit the broad side of a barn with that thing, even at this range.
“Holy shit,” he sputtered, his gaze having fallen down to my swinging cock. “Did they make you get a conceal permit for that shit?”
“Give her back,” I snarled.
“Not happening,” he spat back.
Doors started to open as a few other tenants poked their heads out, immediately drawn to the sight of a showdown in the lot – and one of the men being bare-assed naked.
“Inside!” He snapped, waving the gun around at them. “Or you all fucking die! Get back in there!”
The doors slammed.
The gun swung back at me again but I was already moving. Bullets started to ring out and the window behind me shattered into a million pieces. I spun and dove through the new opening, sailing through the air over the shitty window air conditioner and landing hard on the bed. A piece of stray glass cut a long line across my side as I tumbled, but the pain barely registered in my mind as I focused on the gunfire. More bullets kept coming, slamming into the far wall. Ten… Twelve… Fourteen…
Click…
I knew that sound. Mudflap just blew his fucking wad right there in the parking lot. He was out of bullets, and my hands were already lifting my vest from the floor and pulling a vicious looking 9mm free.
I could hear Mudflap slam the trunk shut.
I bolted for my jeans. I didn’t even bother with the boots or shirt.
I’d tried to spare this miserable fuck’s life. That was a mistake I wasn’t going to make twice.
I left the duffelbag of weapons in the closet, but it didn’t matter. I had everything I needed. One half empty glock and a rage burning like the surface of the fucking sun.
My bike keys were in my hands as I shoved my way out the door, pistol raised for action.
Mudflap was already peeling out of the fucking place like a bat out of hell. I lifted the gun, steadied it in both hands, and squeezed off a single shot. The rear driver side tire blew out, sending him skidding onto the main road as the rubber disintegrated on the rim.
That’s right.
Run, motherfucker, run.
‘Cause nothing can save you from me.
He was already out of sight as I brought the kickstand up with a bare foot and revved my engine, but I could hear the metal grinding on pavement as he made his getaway. I tucked the gun into the back of my jeans and peeled the fuck out of there.
Even on three tires he was making good headway as I hit the main road, but I could still see his car sparking off in the distance. He quickly blew through a red light and turned for the interstate…
At least I know which way he’s going, I thought to myself as I watched him head east – back towards Metairie.
He was bringing her back to her cage.
Not if I have anything to say about it…
I revved the engine and roared down the road, hoping that I’d have enough time before the police started heading this way. The last thing I needed was some stupid fuck in a uniform letting this asshole get away.
The light stayed red as I roared to it, but I wasn’t willing to lose my momentum. A quick glance both ways told me I was clear enough, and I rumbled through just in time for some jackass in a pickup to get the same idea.
Horns blared and curses were shouted as I raged through the intersection, hearing the crunch of metal and rubber behind me.
It didn’t look like a dangerous wreck, but it would be a costly one.
My eyes came forward just enough to see that I was dipping into oncoming traffic, and I quickly veered back as more horns blared and brakes squealed.
The interstate turn-off was just ahead, and I hit that round curve fast enough that it was a goddamned miracle the bike held grip on the road. I’d lost sight of him, and interstate traffic was blocking my view.
And then there he was.
The sneaky fucker was trying to hit the next exit on the freeway so I’d speed on past. Maybe he was hoping to hop onto the back-roads and swap cars.
Not today, motherfucker.
I twisted the throttle and flew up the side of the interstate, narrowly avoiding the barrage of highway signs advertising the local food and loding.
I was getting too dangerous now.
One wrong move, and I’d lose life and limb…
Mudflap was wrestling the car to keep it straight. But now he had to see me coming. Came as no surprise when I saw the gleam of something at the window, and quickly forced my bike to the side.
It was just in time to avoid a bullet. Guess he had time to reload…
I heard the sound of screeching vehicles behind as the shot pierced one of them. Another shot rang out, striking the road.
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p; Goddammit, I thought to myself.
This asshole’s gonna end up killing a civilian before he hits me.
I didn’t like it…
I knew what I had to do.
Before he could get another shot off, I steadied myself against the handlebars and pulled my pistol free from my beltline.
God help me, I prayed.
I have to endanger her to save her.
Make my aim true.
Without any choice but to pull forward, I sped up – putting me closer to the gun on that driver’s side window. He fired another shot, missing me by a country fucking mile.
Now.
I fired three bullets at the front tire, and at least one of them hit their mark. With two tires blown out the old car rattled and swerved, and Mudflap lost grip on his fucking gun. I watched it skitter across the pavement as he desperately tried to overcorrect the car’s slide, only managing to swing the vehicle off the road and spin it out into the ditch.
Wham!
The car struck a tree and collapsed against the wood, shaking the heavy boughs. I quickly pulled over and dismounted, sliding barefoot into the large ditch with my pistol held high. From here, the car was almost completely hidden from the road and sitting in water a foot deep.
“Kate?” I shouted. “Kate, are you okay?”
There was a rummaging from the trunk, and I took that as a yes.
But before I could rush over the front passenger door flew open, and the fucking scourge of my existence fell out the car in a battered, bloody heap in the ditch.
“That’s right, Mudflap,” I growled with my approach, gradually lowering the pistol. “Let’s end this.”
Mudflap slowly rose from the water, dripping with anger. I spotted a knife in his hand as he pulled himself to his feet.
Not this shit again…
“You…” Mudflap snarled, staggering upright. “You have been… such a fucking pain… in my goddamn ass…”
“I have given you every chance to walk away from this,” I growled menacingly, standing my ground in front of him. “I should have killed you when I had the fucking chance!”
My enemy’s face twitched.
“She’s mine. Open the trunk and I’ll let you live,” I growled.
