“We don’t want your money, big man!” Forcefully, Candy Cane smacked him across the face.
“Yeah! We’re biker bitches and we’re not afraid of you,” the shortest one blurted triumphantly.
Profanities shot through the air.
Punches shot into his body.
“Take it, pussy!” She socked him as hard as she could. “How’d you like that?”
“Fuck yeah!” they laughed maniacally.
Crazy like Chihuahuas on crack. Kicking, hitting, slapping the shit out of him.
“Tell me what you want!” Candy growled.
“I won’t lay a hand on you women. No real man hurts a woman.” He didn’t stand for violence against females. Even if they were smartass little biker bitches who didn’t know their place. Shame on them bitches.
Bruno’s cheek kissed her knuckles. “Take it, motherfucker!”
He didn’t react, not until Saskia went to kick him in the nuts and Bruno blocked it….that was a no go!
He raised his arms to protect his face and neck. They struck his forearms. The blows didn’t hurt, more annoying than hurtful but they wouldn’t stop. The big man didn’t want to hurt them. When one of them jumped on his arm, Bruno gave her a shove.
The push took her completely off her feet and she flew back out five feet before she landed on her ass with a growl.
The other two kicked at him, screaming now. “What do you think you’re doing asshole!”
“You can’t hurt a woman like that! You don’t hit women, remember? We know your kind, and we won’t stand for it.”
Shit, now I’ve really pissed the other two off.
“I didn’t hit her!” Bruno yelled back. “I did not, but if you don’t leave me alone I might.”
The short woman marched over to the rusty bikes and pulled a baseball bat out of the saddlebags. The first Bruno knew about it was when a biting pain hit him in the bicep. Gasping, he grabbed for the bat instinctively but missed. The bat sure did make up for their lack of strength and hurt a lot more than just their hands. The other two threw in a few kicks to his legs for good measure.
Bruno held his left hand to his right arm. “Real biker bitches would have just slapped the shit out of me. You three are maniac’s” He groaned. He was hurt but he still didn’t hit back.
“That’s it, bust him open like a piñata and see what falls out!” Candy Cane spat a wad of saliva on his boot.
Bruno was shocked. He managed to get one slap in but when the woman backed up, she had a trail of blood on her face where the slap busted her lip. Instead of retaliating, she marched up to him and kissed him, smearing the blood all over Bruno’s mouth.
Bruno took a step back, shocked by her actions, but she just sneered at him.
Motherfucker!“You’re hard ass chicks.”
“If we weren’t, we’d be dead already,” the tall woman said and the other two nodded.
“Candy?” A voice sounded from the doorway.
The three girls spun around.
“You girls ok?”
The three of them stepped aside to reveal Bruno’s raging face.
When Bruno saw a male figure he called out, “You! Get your women under control!”
Stepping into the barn with a red toolbox in his hand and a rag over his shoulder, the man narrowed his eyes at Bruno. He was young, looked like a prospect; wore a vest on his own but no patch and no leathers.
