(If you haven't read
"Rain Ch 1"
please do, this chapter will be so much better if you read it first!)
I also want to thank Demon for all the hard work, helping me to get this piece up to snuff! He deserves all of credit!
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"The car is dealt with boss."
"Very good, Stick, any issues with the boys at the yard?"
"No Boss, same as last time. I just left the cash in the glove box. I stuck around till they cashed it, just like you told me too."
Stick was a tall man, thin, with greasy hair. His face was covered with deep pock scars and his eyes had the telltale yellow hew of a man with stage 4 kidney failure, the result of too many bad choices and years of drug and alcohol abuse. He was also a leading lieutenant in the Boss's organization, the powerful man's right-hand when it came to certain unpleasant things that needed to be done.
"What the fuck happened here Stick! My brother is laying here with his brains splattered all over the back of the bar! Jesus! Half his skulls missing! Last time we spoke was around 8pm. Said some hot little number had came in here with car trouble, was alone, with no money to speak of. Said her cell had no signal and was asking to use the phone. My brother Butch here behind the bar and my stupid cousin Leroy over there on the floor, decided to grab the bitch and have some fun with her down in the hole! I told these two idiots, if she was that fucking hot, to strip her down, hang her on a hook, but don't touch! I can't make any money off her if she's all used up! Can't charge premium coin unless that cunt was fresh!"
"I told Butch I'd line up some boys who'd pay damn good money for a few minutes with a bitch like that! Hell, I could have pimped her out for days before we'd had to kill her! But now, Butch and Leroy here are both dead, this mystery piece of ass is in the wind and we don't know shit! Bob over at the gas station remembered some biker pulling in here around 10. Still don't know if that's important. He said he never saw anything and never heard a shot. Leroy may have been stupid, but he was tough as fuck! Whoever it was, took him out with their bare hands! His fucking skull is caved in and his arm's broke!"
"This had to have been done by a pro!!! Bob had told him he was out back in his shop with the radio on, so he wasn't even sure when this all went down. When he came back up front to get a soda, he noticed the bike was already gone from our lot, never hearing it leave. Bob said it was probably 11:00 because he was fixing to lock up and go home. Find those two fucks I had lined up to buy some time with that cunt! Find out what they know, even if you have to beat it out of them! If they had anything to do with this, kill them both! Castrate the fuckers first! Then kill them and feed them to the hogs!!"
"Ok, Boss," Stick said
"But let's be smart Stick and cover both ends of this. Send a few boys after this fucking mystery biker, he won't be hard to find. Bob said he was a big fucker, rolling on a sweet knuckle head. A dude that tall sticks out and a bike that sweet won't be hard to track down either! Bob said the guy probably headed west, so start there!
"Whatever you say Boss but what about the cops? Do we call them about this?"
"Not yet, we need to move the cash and don't forget the ten kilos of coke we still have stashed out back. Take it to my place along with the cash and then we'll torch this shit hole. I've been wanting to do it for years and the only reason I haven't yet, is 'cause I needed somewhere for my stupid brother to work where he wasn't in my way. Cops will find the body's in the rubble sure, but not much else. The investigation won't go far. Butch was a dumb son of a bitch, but he was still my brother! Nobody can come in my place and do something like this and get away with it!! If word gets out that I can't handle things in my own house, the competition will start getting ideas!!"
"Who's to say this wasn't a hit, Boss?"
"Hell, I don't know Stick. Nobody around here is stupid enough to pull this kind of shit. Something just doesn't feel right about all this. Sure, that biker that Bob talked about has me puzzled. He could be part of this, the bitch too for that matter. Yea it could have been a setup, a distraction maybe, so they could kill Butch and Leroy and steal my coke! Problem is Stick, the coke is still here! Right where I stashed it, so is the cash! No one knows what the hell happened here but I intend to find out, so get moving!"
"Yes Boss! I'm on it!"
The tall powerful man walked out on the porch of the bar and lit a cigarette. As the match flashed, it cast a glow on the stern expression and cold eyes of the evil man. Shamus Carter, drug dealer, murderer, pimp and the big brother of the man who had his brains splattered all over the bar. Even Shamus had had to swallow hard to keep from retching when he first saw his baby brother. Whoever did this was going to pay. They would pay dearly. He would see to it personally.
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Rain had been running the old knucklehead hard for hours. He was more than just tired. Hell, he was exhausted. He had a good 500 miles behind him before he had even stopped in at that damn bar. Then there was the shitstorm afterwards. Not to mention Belle. Good God! The woman was a Titan. Three earth shattering fucks that almost drained the life out of him. That was several hours and many miles ago. The sweet woman was now asleep behind him. She had figured out that if he could scoot back and press her into the sissy bar, she could warp her legs around his waist, fall asleep and not worry about falling off.
Rain knew she was sleeping, she'd been stroking and discovering his flesh under his heavy jacket for miles till she had finally, slowly stopped. He had to laugh. The petite woman had fallen asleep with her delicate hands stuck down the front of his Levi's. Her fingers firmly wrapped around his cock. It was torture! But Rain knew it was just her sweet hunger for him, spinning lustful thoughts in her dreams as she slept. She was delightful.
He had to find them somewhere safe to rest, get some fuel and eat. They had put a reasonable distance by now and he figured it was finally safe to stop. He saw an exit coming up and steered towards it. They were just outside Oklahoma City on HWY 40. The sun was up and warming his bones. There was a Walmart, a Denney's and a good clean hotel.
"Just what the doctor ordered." he thought.
As he slowed, he felt Belle stir.
"Good morning Lover." She purred in his ear, as she gave his semi stiff cock one playful squeeze, before pulling her hands out of his jeans. She kept her legs and arms warped around him tightly as he hit the exit and slowed for the stop sign.
"What first Belle? Walmart or something to eat?"
"Oh, Walmart? Please, I need some clothes and some toiletries. God! I also need a new comb and I'm begging for a tooth brush!" She laughed.
"No problem, I got you covered Belle."
