company?” he growled.
The rumbling of the motorcycles got even louder, to the point where the entire room began to shake from the noise. I pulled on my restraints, hoping to get loose, but it was still no use. With each pull, I only tightened the knot even harder, making my escape impossible.
“Fuck,” I said, as I continued flailing on the bed, attempting to get loose.
Suddenly, the sound of the motorcycles stopped completely. It was silent for a moment, until the door of the motel came crashing in, causing the chair that had been holding it shut to fly across the room and break into pieces on the opposite wall.
The sound took my breath away and I looked into the doorway to see Tommy standing there with an army of other bikers behind him, all fully armed.
“Tommy,” I whispered.
The stranger who had almost had his way with me lunged at Tommy, throwing a fast right hook toward his face. Tommy ducked immediately and then pulled a handgun out of his belt and pressed it against the man’s head.
“Well, look who it is,” Tommy said, as he forced the man to his knees. “Gary, the wannabe leader of The Brass Knuckle Gang. You little piece of shit.”
Tommy looked up to me and then back to the man.
“Were you trying to fool around with my girl?” Tommy asked, leaning in close to Gary’s ear. “Because you know I don’t play nice when people fuck with me, or others that I care about.”
Gary’s demeanor began to change instantly.
“Tommy,” he begged, as he put his hands in the air. “I’m sorry...I wasn’t going to do anything. I just didn’t know who she was. I didn’t know that she was with you.”
Tommy stood up and kicked Gary in his stomach, causing the air to escape his lungs. Gary coughed a few times and curled up into the fetal position on the floor.
“Don’t fucking bullshit me, Gary,” Tommy said. “You slimy little shit. You just started a fucking war.”
Then Tommy put the gun back in his belt and turned toward the swarm of men who were still standing outside, all adorned in the same leather vests with the same patch sewn on.
“Boys, take this piece of shit back to the warehouse,” he said. “And Donny, take the car over there too, like we had originally planned. We’re taking the merchandise, but because of Gary’s stupidity, we’re not going to give them any money in exchange.”
One of the men stepped forward, his shaved and tattooed head reflecting the light from outside.
“Tommy...are you sure you want to do that?” he asked. “You know that if we take this merchandise and don’t pay up, we’re going to be in deep with The Brass Knuckles.”
Tommy nodded.
“Yeah, but we also aren’t going to roll over like a bunch of fucking pussies,” Tommy responded. “I’m not going to let that happen. We take the fucking car and we take Gary back to the warehouse. Get him to talk. Find out everything that you can from him.”
Five or six of the men filed in and picked Gary up off of the floor, hauling him off. They tossed him into a truck and then disappeared out of view from the doorway. Tommy stepped over to me and cut the bandanas that had been holding my wrists in constraint for the past thirty minutes.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, as he untied the bandana that was wrapped around my mouth. “I had no idea that was going to happen.”
I brought my wrists down and rubbed the red marks that the tight cloth had created around them. Then I took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm myself down. After that, I sat up on the bed and pulled my dress back down, using the material to wipe up Gary’s saliva that he had left on the inside of my thighs.
“Fuck, Tommy,” I said, as tears welled up in my eyes. “What the fuck?”
Tommy put his arm around me and pulled me close.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“No,” I responded. “He wanted to, but you showed up just in time.”
Tommy leaned his head forward and gently kissed me on the
The rumbling of the motorcycles got even louder, to the point where the entire room began to shake from the noise. I pulled on my restraints, hoping to get loose, but it was still no use. With each pull, I only tightened the knot even harder, making my escape impossible.
“Fuck,” I said, as I continued flailing on the bed, attempting to get loose.
Suddenly, the sound of the motorcycles stopped completely. It was silent for a moment, until the door of the motel came crashing in, causing the chair that had been holding it shut to fly across the room and break into pieces on the opposite wall.
The sound took my breath away and I looked into the doorway to see Tommy standing there with an army of other bikers behind him, all fully armed.
“Tommy,” I whispered.
The stranger who had almost had his way with me lunged at Tommy, throwing a fast right hook toward his face. Tommy ducked immediately and then pulled a handgun out of his belt and pressed it against the man’s head.
“Well, look who it is,” Tommy said, as he forced the man to his knees. “Gary, the wannabe leader of The Brass Knuckle Gang. You little piece of shit.”
Tommy looked up to me and then back to the man.
“Were you trying to fool around with my girl?” Tommy asked, leaning in close to Gary’s ear. “Because you know I don’t play nice when people fuck with me, or others that I care about.”
Gary’s demeanor began to change instantly.
“Tommy,” he begged, as he put his hands in the air. “I’m sorry...I wasn’t going to do anything. I just didn’t know who she was. I didn’t know that she was with you.”
Tommy stood up and kicked Gary in his stomach, causing the air to escape his lungs. Gary coughed a few times and curled up into the fetal position on the floor.
“Don’t fucking bullshit me, Gary,” Tommy said. “You slimy little shit. You just started a fucking war.”
Then Tommy put the gun back in his belt and turned toward the swarm of men who were still standing outside, all adorned in the same leather vests with the same patch sewn on.
“Boys, take this piece of shit back to the warehouse,” he said. “And Donny, take the car over there too, like we had originally planned. We’re taking the merchandise, but because of Gary’s stupidity, we’re not going to give them any money in exchange.”
One of the men stepped forward, his shaved and tattooed head reflecting the light from outside.
“Tommy...are you sure you want to do that?” he asked. “You know that if we take this merchandise and don’t pay up, we’re going to be in deep with The Brass Knuckles.”
Tommy nodded.
“Yeah, but we also aren’t going to roll over like a bunch of fucking pussies,” Tommy responded. “I’m not going to let that happen. We take the fucking car and we take Gary back to the warehouse. Get him to talk. Find out everything that you can from him.”
Five or six of the men filed in and picked Gary up off of the floor, hauling him off. They tossed him into a truck and then disappeared out of view from the doorway. Tommy stepped over to me and cut the bandanas that had been holding my wrists in constraint for the past thirty minutes.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, as he untied the bandana that was wrapped around my mouth. “I had no idea that was going to happen.”
I brought my wrists down and rubbed the red marks that the tight cloth had created around them. Then I took a few deep breaths, attempting to calm myself down. After that, I sat up on the bed and pulled my dress back down, using the material to wipe up Gary’s saliva that he had left on the inside of my thighs.
“Fuck, Tommy,” I said, as tears welled up in my eyes. “What the fuck?”
Tommy put his arm around me and pulled me close.
“Did he hurt you?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“No,” I responded. “He wanted to, but you showed up just in time.”
Tommy leaned his head forward and gently kissed me on the
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