~ Chapter 15 ~
Dash
At first, I follow the ladies using Landy’s GPS signal, but once we hit the highway, the smoke signals produced by Sam’s ancient Chevy more than suffice. I have no concerns at the construction site or the local police station. The thrift shop confuses the fuck out of me, and when they exit the drug store, I want to spank them both and send them to their rooms.
The bottom curve of my woman’s butt cheeks show beneath her shorts and the PI’s torn jeans are so tight and so revealing, she might as well not be wearing them. If Suds finds out, he will kill them, then me for not stopping them.
However, if I put an end to their shenanigans, I’m quite certain, the stubborn warrior will never forgive me. Arguing the pros and cons to myself, I trail them to Angel’s, a dive bar not too far from Atlantic city. From the number of motorcycles parked out front, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what kind of place it is.
My fists clench. She used me. She only wanted Chandler’s reward. No wonder she snuck out without saying goodbye. My gut churns and my cock twitches as I recall her pink pussy and how she fell apart when I touched her. Inside her, I’d found heaven and had every intention of a second round after a little shuteye.
Instead, I woke to an empty bed.
Wearing high heeled boots, denim and leather, the two almost unrecognizable women strut their stuff to the door. Their attitude says looking for trouble. Damn it. Suds is an ex-SEAL and a fine man. I’m proud to call him friend. After taking a picture of his wife, I hit send. Then, so he won’t worry too much, I promise to have her six.
Shit. I hate situations like this. It’s not Halloween and I have no costume. If I step one foot inside, I’ll be beaten to bloody death before I can order a drink.
While I watch the two enter the den of iniquity, a bearded, tatted club member pulls his Harley next to my vehicle and pounds on the driver’s side.
When I roll down the window, he points his thumb down the road. “Get lost.”
“Last I heard, it’s a free country, mate.” I jut out my chin and the second his right hand reaches for a knife, I punch his lights out through the opening.
With only seconds before someone notices he’s down, I jettison from my SUV, step over his body, and check his steady pulse before parking his ride.
One eye on the shack door, I click the hatch open, grab the unconscious man’s belt buckle, tug him over the bumper, and roll him in.
“Sorry, dude.” His reflective sunglasses, sweaty bandana, and cracked leather jacket come off easily.
The worn boots require more effort but it’s worth it when I find a blade tucked in the side. The outfit’s tight but it doesn’t matter. I won’t be wearing it for long.
Wrapping the club colors around my wrist, I slip my pistol into the back of my jean’s waistband and enter the smoke-hazed bar.
As my eyes adjust to the light, I spy the two girls talking to the bartender. With every man and several women drooling at their tight asses, I weigh my options. I could walk over and claim one but the other would be free for the taking.
While I watch by the door, Landy leans her ample breasts over the scarred wood and orders. Sam has her six. Once two frothy glasses overflow in front of them, the PI shows the barkeep her phone screen.
The music’s too loud so he shouts next to her ear. After, he motions to a gray-haired heavy-set man, sitting two tables over. The hog rider slaps two pudgy hands on his thighs, eases his mammoth frame out of his chair and stands. His long beard blows in the breeze as he clumps past the pool table to where his two pigeons roost on stools.
The crusty bastard buys them a drink while eyeing them up and down. There’s no doubt in my mind. He’s choosing which one to fuck.
Staying in character, Sam smiles, and a bit of her conversation floats my way. She’s asking if anyone remembers seeing Chandler.
The old guy tugs on his groin and grins, showing off two gold front teeth. “If you’re looking for a huge reward, I can show you mine.”
Shaking her head, Landy yanks on Sam’s arm. “Your old man is going to be pissed.” She then turns to the grizzly biker and explains, “Sorry. She belongs to Big Billy.”
While he stares them down, I pretend to be interested in billiards and as I close the distance between us, he crooks his elbow around Landy’s neck. “Butyou’renot taken, right sweetheart? How about you come upstairs with me and after, I’ll tell you all about dead Raymond. It’s a fair deal.”
My fists clench but a few others in the room have sensed my presence and shifted closer. Someone is going to get hurt unless I make my move.
“Lanita!” I call out and she rolls her eyes like I’m the problem.
Sam sees me for the first time and frowns. Apparently, I was not part of whatever they were planning. No matter. Things have gotten way out of control.
“Go!” My command is clear, but the women ignore it.
Suds’ wife shakes her head no and pats a bulge under her arm. I’m glad she’s carrying but not sure how it’s going to help. There’s two dozen of them and three of us.
