The kiss is over; he leans back a bit, his eyes meet mine, this is beautiful.
He’s about to say something.
“Do you see a biker about to order something?” He whispers.
What the fuck? All of this to ask about a biker? Fuck me!
“Hahaha, you wish. What’s the equivalent for blue balls in women?”Life doesn’t lose a beat to kick me when I’m down.
“Biker… ordering something…” I switch my gaze to the line and I see him. Tall, fully dressed in leather.
“Yeah…”
“See the patch he’s wearing? He’s a member of the ‘Devil’s Head’ gang…” He continues to whisper. “…We need to leave without him noticing us.”
“Okay. How do we do that?”
“Don’t look at him straight and let me know when he’s about to pay for his order.” He reaches for his jacket pocket.
“Got it, he’s up next.” We wait there for two minutes until he finishes up his order.
“Your total is fourteen dollars with sixty cents,” I hear the cashier say. He reaches for his right jean pocket.
“Now,” I say to Bruno. He stands up and lifts me in the same motion. He holds me tight against his body and I slide my arm around his lower back. While we walk past the line, the biker starts to turn around; at the same moment, Bruno grabs my face, squeezes my cheeks and immediately gives me another long kiss, concealing both our faces. Simultaneously, he throws a couple of dimes the other way.
“I love you, dammit!” he says with a smile on his face. I fake a smile back. When the coins hit the ground, the noise makes everyone in the line look in that direction, including the biker. That is perfectly timed and gives us enough time to exit the shop unnoticed.
Even though I know we’re acting like a couple, that statement makes me feel something weird in my stomach. His words came out shooting from his mouth and dug deep in my heart like a thousand needles. They were a lie, but for a minute I wanted them to be true. I wanted my life to be that easy. He smacks my ass hard enough to make it itch. Motherfucker!
“Ow, it hurts.”
“Suck it up. Get in the car and don’t turn around.” As usual, I obey. He looks back to check nobody’s behind us and takes the car out of the parking lot.
Nobody says anything, the roar of the engine and Bruno’s agitated breath are the only thing I can hear. He’s constantly looking through the rearview mirror. That biker was really a problem, otherwise, he wouldn’t be like this. He’s gripping the steering wheel hard, so hard that his knuckles are white. That situation agitated him like I’ve never seen him before, and I’m agitated because of what he said back there.
I love you, too, dammit!
Chapter Twenty-Four
Bang.
Bruno
That was close. That was fucking close.
I shouldn’t have let her come. I should have said, “No, you can’t come, Sarah.” But no, oh no, Bruno can’t say no to her.
I’m fucking stupid.
I hit the road at full speed. I need to put some distance between us and the biker. I’m checking the mirrors and it doesn’t seem like we’re being tailed. I slow down to avoid attracting any patrolling officers eager to meet their ‘speeding ticket’ quota.
I didn’t know that biker, but I didn’t have to— he was wearing a Devil’s Head patch. A prospect patch to be exact, meaning he’s an errand boy. That’s how everyone starts in the gang. Nobody questions Bad Blood’s orders. Yeah, that’s right, Bad Blood, that’s his street name. Bad Blood’s the leader of the ‘Devil’s Head’ gang.
I’ve been driving around for miles. Nobody seems to be following us. I better correct my course and head for the cemetery.
“Okay, we’re gonna head for the cemetery now.” She doesn’t say anything. She’s looking at me out of the corner of her eye, she looks pissed. I sigh. “Just say it, whatever it is.”
“You didn’t have to spank me.” She crosses her arms under her breasts, making them look bigger than they really are. That makes me lose focus on the road and get an instant boner. There’s something about her being pissed that drives me crazy.
