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(For the newbies: Carla (Princess had a date with a guy from work that went from bad to worse. She now finds herself held hostage by the Insurrections a MC gang and under the protection of Hank. Hank (the ugly hulk) wasn't should if he wanted to be the hero she needed or the aggressor he was expected to be.)
It now lay open in front of her. Carla smoothed out the paper. The burger sat in the middle. It didn’t surprise her to see the burger. They didn’t know and she didn’t know they were going to be bringing food for them.
Three pairs of eyes (the gang members sharing their table) each after rolling their own eyes followed Carla movements with fascination.Daintily, Carla removed the bottom bun. She learned the meat patty usually sat on the bottom. She removed it and placed it next to the sandwich.
“What the hell are you doing now, Princess?’ His barked words startled her and her jumped. To Mick and Libs this seemed funny and were giggling.
Carla gave them both the evil eye or as evil as she could. Which made them laugh harder. Hank smirked and barely shook his head at them. Being long times friends they knew he was about to entertain them and Carla would be the brunt of whatever he planned.
“Princess, stop playing with your food and put that sandwich back together the way it’s suppose to be.” He spoke in his most commanding voice so far that night.
Immediately, the woman sitting next to him began to perspire.
Please saints alive I need this night over with. She prayed.
“Hank, I don’t eat…”
Not allowing her to finish.He said, “Put the sandwich back together and stop this--this what ever your doing and eat it.”
“Hank, please I…”
“For Pete's-sakes.” and he grabbed the paper and pulled it toward him. He rearranged the sandwich himself. When completed he pushed it back in front of her.“Now, eat the damn
Somehow, Hank again had Carla terrified and also she felt like a misbehaving child not wanting to eat her dinner. Seeing no way out of it. For she just knew he’d sooner stuff in down her
throat if she continued to refuse to eat.
Six eyes watched, four under hidden eyelids, as she lifted the sandwich to her mouth and took the daintiest bite humanly possible. She replaced the sandwich down on the paper as she chewed the morsel in her mouth and chewed and chewed.
Satisfied she could if she tried hard enough to swallow it she lifted the glass of cola and in one large gulp washed both drink and food down her throat.
Placing her hand on his arm to get his attention. All of a sudden his own food seem to require it.
“Hank. I need to use the ladies room.” She informed him once he looked her way.
He was already began to moved to allow her to get out of the booth before he said, “Sure, Princess, sure.”
Can't you just hear the door go bam!
Carla had reached the doorway of the room she sought when Hank asked Libs to follow her.
Carla held her hands under the running water when Libs entered. Without hesitation she pounced.
“Please Libs, you got to help me. I have to get away from
here.” Her eyes teared up and threatened to fall. Trying her best not to let take happen for if it did she would no longer have control over herself.
Surprising her Libs answered, “What you need to do it stop irritating Hank. His a good guy and you just keep pushing his buttons. They don’t make them like him anymore.
Carla thought it but wisely remain mum. ‘Thank goodness they don’t make any more like him. He’s a bully and a tyrant.’
“He likes you and for whatever reason you seem to make him happy. I don’t get it. You seem a whiny thing to me. But that’s not for me to say.”
‘Whiny?’ Oh she wanted to challenge that last remark. However, she couldn't think fast enough how to say it without it coming out sounding exactly like she was whining. So she used her old come back.
The other woman wasn’t done. “Another thing, Hank is a man of honor, if you’d just try to do it his way you’d figure it out. That the man would give and do anything you wanted. You’re not very bright are you?’’
Apparently, as Libs saw it there was nothing left to say or discuss as she entered into a booth and closed the door behind her.
Carla did not possess any desire to stand there and listen so she quickly left the room. Only this time she made sure the door didn't slam behind her.
Hank stood waiting for her and he wore a smile. She returned his grin with a frown of her own.
Cold greasy hamburger, anyone?
Settled in she looked at thehamburger before it felt barely warm to the touch so now it surely was cold.
Two hands picked it up and with eyes closed she began to eat a second time. Nibble-wash, nibble-wash drinking trying the eat burger All the while Libs words kept replaying in her head. She put the sandwich down and tugged on Hanks sleeve.
Hank, thank you for the food and drink. I was hungry and thirsty. Did I ever tell you that I don't eat meat I don’t or very rarely eat meat. Especially hamburger meat. It’s been in all
the news just how bad…well never mind. Thank you any
“Well, thank you. I like to take care of my gal.”
Bite your tongue. Don’t say it. Don’t say it.
Smile sweetly and eat the stupid
hamburger. She forced her head to scream it a few times. But she did just as her brain told her to.
She ate half of it before he announced they were leaving. Leaving now.
Before she could get a word of protest in they were back in the odious little bungalow. Carla sensed his mood changed at once.
He engaged in light hearted banter.
“So my, Princess doesn’t like to eat meat. For a kiss I’ll promise to remember that.”
Hank was sitting on the bed’s edge and somehow he wrapped his legs around her ankles. It gave the impression she would not be going anywhere until he finished playing his
“Look. It’s been a long day and I want to go home” She tried once more.
When Hank pulled up to let her catch her breath she in amazement realized he held her twisted in his arms and about to lose her balance.
“Oh!” she cried out.
A deep masculine voice reassured her. “I got a hold on you,
Reassured was the last thing Carla felt as he lowered her to the mattress.
“Damn,’’ she said.
“I know kissing you for some reason is the damnedest fun I’ve in a long time. I can’t get enough of you.”
Hot moist lips again covered her mouth. She fumed when he cut off her words yet another time. Determined to have her say she mumbled though the last kiss.
“Shhh, Princess, this isn’t the time to talk. This is the time to get to know you better.”
She intended to say,“Humph.” But it came out, “Mummph.”
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could be Pete's place
He had city slicker written all over him. The man had been expected sooner. He facial expression did nothing to hide his irritation.
A two hour spin up to the mountains to help his cheap brother out needlessly turned in to three and a half-hour excursion. Ticked off at himself for not throwing the GPS in the car and on the verge of being violently angry at Fred for the wrong left turn seventeen miles back. Which before he realized it was not right Rufus had driven a sixty-eight miles out of his way.
Rufus wasn’t a chicken hearted man. Still it took him all the guts he could mustard to continue to walk not only into the smoke filled room, but he had to walk all the way up the bar, a good forty feet.
Trying his best to ignore the commotion his entry stirred up he kept his head down and only watched where he immediately placed each foot. The whistles and obscene comments were aimed at unsettling him succeeded. Very much aware this gang liked to provoke incidents. Tonight there would be no way he’d raise to the bait.
Ox stuck his foot out at the
last possible moment. Rufus had
already raised his foot and realized he would not be able avoid tripping. The man’s weight shifted in an useless move to spare himself a fall. It didn’t work.
He tumbled on Ox’s boot and
landed face down on the floor inches from the bar. He sprung back up faster than he fell.
Through the cat calls,
snickers and challenges being hurled his way he profusely apologized to Ox. Before Ox could respond Tots intervened. He ran from behind the bar and brushed the man clothes off.
“Now Ox. I had one fight too many already tonight. I asking… I asking
for me. Let it go this time, ok?”
“Well, Tots you saw He…”
“Around of beers on the house.” Tot called out. Small scale pandemonium
broke out as the men rushed up to the bar. Mick stepped behind the counter
and filled in for Tots.
Where's the Bud?
Tots turned and steered the
city-man out the front door.
“Thanks. How can I ever repay
you?” Rufus asked.
“Just get away from here,
“I'm going. Trust me on that.
But, I was looking for my brother and
his date. He called and said they would be here waiting.” He nervously looked at the door when the noise level went up.
Brother or no brother he needed to leave this place and fast.
Tots eased Rufus’s mind some when he said, “Oh yea, That couple. He was ticked off about something and they called a cab an hour ago. Sorry.”
Rufus thanked the lying man again and hastened back to his own car. He fully intended to not only give Fred a piece of his mind. He was seriously considering a big punch in the nose when he next saw him. He could've gotten himself killed tonight in that place.
“When I get my hands around your neck.” Rufus threatened his brother out
So focused out the get away from Pete’s Bar and Grill Rufus drove right passed
Fred’s car. Of course, with the hood and driver’s side door missing and the wheels on blocks as the sleek new low-profile tires Fred’s bragged about for three weeks, now looked good if not better on Jimmy’s K’s ride. A reconditioned 1987 Chevy Super sport.
Hey it's blue. What do i know from Chev SS or Ford ...?
It might even be difficult
for Fred to recognize his own baby with the new paint job cutesy of the ‘Bloodstains.’ The local street gang was proud of this one.
Graffiti galore. The swirls of black, tan, and red covered most of the vehicle that once was light blue. Everyone now knew the Bloodstains challenged the Switchblades turf, and the most important announcement of all that Patsy loved Jimmy K.
The anger Rufus now carried stayed with him not only the whole drive home but for the next two days. Until it become obvious to the family Fred had not returned home and was missing.
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Carla has already fallen into the biker gang the Insurrection's. Hoping Hank will be her Knight in shining armor and extradite her out of the menacing situation.He doesn't have any reason not to.
Or does he?
"Hey, Tots, let’s have the key to the cleanest bungalow you got out back.”
Tots opened a draw under the bar and pulled out a key.
“Number three, been used only twice since the sheets was changed last week. Will that do?”
The keys were tossed high into the air. With one hand on the woman and the other free Hank snatched the keys in mid flight.
“Thanks, Tots, that’ll do.”
Pulling his plaything closer he said to her, “Come on, Princess, you and I got a date with destiny.”
No one saw the struggle as Carla tried to the defy him and yank free. It never slowed him down as Hank marched them both out the back door.
Outside Hank swung Carla around with his hand still holding hers tight he pulled in behind and yanked her up against his chest hard. Slamming her roughly enough he knocked some of the wind out of her lungs.
Carla about to scream her head off for help was stunned into silence when he said, “Princess.” Then laughing he added, “Ah, my little Princess.”
Even through the laughter Hank sounded different. He sounded calm, tender and not the least angry. She looked up at him
to see if she could tell what made him change his demeanor. What Carla saw was his lips about to reclaim hers. In confusion she let him kiss her as he wanted.
It annoyed her to find Hank’s kiss although firm it had a
tenderness to it. He didn’t break away. Her breathe changed to a slight panting. Carla began to return he kisses in earnest.
“What am I going to ever do with you?” Hank asked when he finally broke them apart.
“Let me go, Hank. Please, just let me walk away.”
“Well now, my name on your lips don’t sound none to bad to me. It’s been awhile since I heard it from a sweet voice like yours.”
Carla tried. Her goal was for him to see the wisdom of letting her go without harming her. Maybe she guessed right and Hank
might be her knight in shining armor after all.
Hank moved them toward the bungalow. Carla smoothly followed his lead. She didn't really have a choice not to for he still held her hand.
“Hank, I knew you weren’t like the others. I want to thank you for saving me from them. I…”
Her back was against the door. The hand that held the key now lifted her chin up.
“Princess, kiss me again.”
Thinking Hank wanted one last kiss before setting her free she put her arms around his neck and pulled his head to met hers. Noses touched a second before the couples lips rejoined in the goodbye kiss.
Hank’s body pressed firmly entrapping her as he continued to assault her delicious mouth. Carla was busy deciding if she should run to the left or the right once she was out of the
alley between the pub and its row of old buildings that long ago formed a motor court.
The key turned in the lock. Carla never heard it. But she did
hear him right after he pulled his hot moist lips from hers and say.
Carla felt the door open behind her and the air from the
closed up room was stale and foul smelling. Fear settled like a knot low in her stomach.
“No,” she yelled and raised her free hand the fight him off.
With the intent to rake Hank’s eyes out with her finger nails. She froze.
“Gee, Hank, you need us to help you get our little friend there inside. We be glad to help with other things too you know.”
Carla didn’t need to know who said it. She knew escape with or without his help escape now would be impossible. One of the other three would have her in a heart beat.
Taking a step backwards Carla entered the place she feared most. Hank followed her. She moved into the center of the room. Hank flipped on the switch next to the door and a desk lamp across the room flickered twice then stayed on without
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