Gonna.
Happen.
Their conversation reaches an abrupt end, and he rides away, but I am completely sure he heard my bike, so I know he’s coming my way.
I’m waiting for you, bitch.
Sarah enters the house. She’s probably going to take a shower. Damn, I need one too. I’m all sweaty and dusty, dehydrated, and my face needs some fucking ice. She has a mean right hook.
Not five minutes go by until I hear Rage’s Harley approaching from the same direction I came from minutes ago. He pulls over his bike but doesn’t turn off the engine.
This will be quick. I see.
“You’re screwed,” he starts.
“Oh, yeah? Why is that?” My question is stupid, but I ask anyway.
“You know she’s going for it. There’s nothing you can do to make her change her mind. Hell, there’s nothingIcan do to stop her,” Rage says while looking at Sarah’s front door and shaking his head.
“Nah, that ain’t happening. I won’t allow it, even if that means I have to lock her up.”
Rage scoffs.
“You really don’t get it, do you? You don’t understand her at all.”
“Oh, and you do? Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing? I can see right through you. At the end of the day you’re just another horny biker,” I snap, causing Rage to turn off the engine.
“Really? Tell me then, what do you see?”
“That’s not the point, man. She’s off limits, and you know that. Go find some other pussy to fuck.”
Rage steps off the bike and approaches me quickly until he gets in my face. I don’t even flinch.
“Who do you think you’re talking to? You’re lucky you are Bruno’s cousin, otherwise you would be floating in a swamp somewhere by now.”
“Are you sure? Because her relationship with Bruno doesn’t bother you when you are eye-fucking her every time you see her. You only see a tattooed piece of meat with a pussy when you look at her.”
Rage grabs my neck and throws me to the ground.
I smirk. “What’s up bro? Are you mad?”
He lets me go a few seconds later, looking at me with a wild expression.
“I could choke the living shit out of you without even trying, but your face already looks like shit.”
I stand up and dust myself off. “I know she hits like a truck. Tons of potential there.”
“Tell me where the fuck Bruno is and I’ll take it from there.” His arms are crossed and his expression hardens.
“Yeah right. Like I would give you information so that you can leverage it and get laid. Get lost, Grandpa.”
“Tell me what I want to know before I forget you are Bruno’s cousin,” he growls.
I look at him. This time I need him to understand. “You know I can’t. Bruno will hate me for the rest of my life if anything happens to her. I’d rather take a beating than betray him.”
“That’s her call, not yours, not mine and definitely not Bruno’s. If she wants to go, then she’ll fucking go, and none of us will be able to stop her. Now, start singing little bird. Do it for her.”
“Are you out of your fucking mind? If she goes there, she is as good as dead. She doesn’t stand a chance!”
