"Riot, please, ruin me."
"You like that?"
"Ahh."
I bet he was waiting for me at Scissors already, a beer in his hand and a condom in his pocket with my name written on it. With how fucking randy I was feeling, I didn't think we'd make it back to my place. I might just take him in the bathroom or outside near my bike. The idea of him on his knees with his mouth around my cock, while people came and went from the bar, sent me over the edge. I came, cum shooting out against the wall. I finished showering and put on clean clothes.
Cherry was good about making sure my stuff got washed. I could do it myself, and I did whenever she wasn't here, but it was a nice perk of having her around. She kept the place and myself clean.
I slid on my jacket, pushed my feet into my boots and went out, tossing my leg over my bike. I yanked my helmet on and kicked off the dirt as my ride roared to life.
The bar was busy, but that was pretty standard. Scissors, named after its owner, was always busy. And on nights they have music on, there was barely space to park my motorcycle. I managed to find one and headed inside. The bar was full to thebrim; the band playing on the second floor, and everyone down below dancing and attempting to talk over the music.
I moved through the crowd, politely nodding and smiling at people I recognized. I did a quick wave to Blossom, who I'd attempted to avoid eye contact with, but failed. I swore under my breath. I hadn't been lying to Cherry when I said I didn't want to mess around with Blossom again.
I reached the bar and flagged Scissors down to order a whiskey.
"Why, Riot Ritalin, I thought you were dead!" The old woman with the long, brown curly hair laughed. "Where the hell have you been?"
"Just working a lot. Looks like business has been good." I took the drink she offered me and nodded to the room full of patrons.
"It has been, actually. We've seen a good uptick lately. Was even able to bring in live music."
She was called away so I quickly paid for my drink and disappeared into the crowd. I hadn't seen Dash yet, but if I didn't catch him, I'd just find another man to take home. I was in the mood for cock, not pussy, tonight.
Eventually, I spotted Dash across the room and just as I was making my way to him, the room abruptly fell quiet, even the music stopped. I looked around, confused, until I saw two men in those large, black suits from before.
Like the ones at the park.
"Hello, we are looking for one of our own. He was accidentally left behind, and needs to be returned back to our bunker." One of them shouted from his gas mask.
No one spoke up. While gas masks weren't uncommon by any means, paired with the heavy suit and the large gun in his hands, the atmosphere in the room was thick with uneasiness.
"We don't have who you're looking for." Scissors stepped from behind the bar and went to the men. "Why don't you move along now. We're trying to enjoy ourselves tonight, not get tangled up in your bunker business."
"We have orders from our leader to search this town for our missing soldier," the second man replied.
"You've searched my bar. He's not here. What's his name?" Scissors demanded.
"Milton. He's a very important man. Holding him hostage is a crime punishable by death. He is our leader's grandson."
Scissors raised her arms and spun around. "We got any Miltons in here?"
The room tittered nervously, but no one claimed the name.
"There. Milton is not here. Now leave, before this gets ugly. You're not killing anyone in my bar just because you have a missing bunker brat."
They stood toe to toe with the old lady for a long moment before storming out, their boots shaking the bar’s foundation. There was a moment of pure silence when they left, but then an eruption of cheers, and the music resumed as if they'd never been here at all.
People around me were chatting and laughing and speaking to me, but my mind was elsewhere. My mind was back at that theme park. One man had been shot in cold blood, the other was given a head start.
I remembered their conversation verbatim. I repeated the scene in my head daily, trying to piece everything together. I didn't know everything, but I did know one thing.
The one that ran off into the night? The one that had been proudly boasting about his plan to rape and kill a woman?That was Milton.
Somewhere, he was out there.And if people were looking for him alive, I wanted to be the one to make sure they found him dead.
Chapter 14 - Eleanor
