“Thanks, Vic. You always had our back. You always put the club first. After all this time, you still do. It’s good to have you back, man.”
“For Troy.”
“Yes, for Troy. Despite everything, he always did good for the club, Victor. He will always be remembered and respected by the other members here. Go talk to Ben and he will set you up. We’ll get you the address to the Iscariot place. Be careful Victor.”
“I’m always careful.”
Olivia heard hard footsteps coming towards the door and she backed away. Quickly sitting down, she picked up the National Geographic magazine and pretended to read it. Victor opened the door and looked at her.
“Almost done, hon,” he said, looking at her. “I just need to go talk to a friend and we can be on our way.”
“Ok,” she said. “You want me to come with?”
“No, you can wait here until I’m done. It shouldn’t take too long. I just need some directions. And a new ride. I’m sure you’re tired of being my chauffeur.”
Olivia raised her eyebrows at him and went back to fake reading the magazine. She watched him walk into the next room and disappear. Fifteen minutes later, after reading an article on some bird species close to extinction, Victor came back. He smiled at her and jerked his head to the front door.
“Let’s go. I’m done here,” he stated.
Olivia followed him outside where a man was waiting for him beside an old white van.
Victor turned towards Olivia. “This here’s Ben. He’s setting me up with this fine ride. The bike’s inside.”
Olivia saw Ben hand Victor two licence plates.
“Thanks Ben.” He turned to Olivia with the plates in his hand. “See these?” He waved them in front of her face. “Made them myself.”
“Really?” she asked, doubting him.
“No, of course not. But wouldn’t it of been cool if I had?” he asked.
“Did they have you make anything in prison, then?” she asked.
“Yeah, Braille books for blind people. Those ladies sure like their Fifty Shades.”
“You don’t say,” she laughed.
“Truth,” said Victor with a sly smile.
Ben laughed at them. He took back one of the plates and put it on the front bumper of the van. Victor screwed the other plate to the back. Getting up, Victor shook Ben’s hand and said, “Thanks, Ben. You’re a good friend. I’ll make sure I’ll send your proxy vote special delivery to those Iscariot bastards. They deserve it, after all.”
Ben replied. “For sure. The club hasn’t been the same since that day. Rick had a hell of a time keeping shit together. I miss the old days.”
“Those days will be back again. I’m gonna try to make that happen,” Victor said.
“All right. Take care Victor.”
“Ok, you too Ben. All the best, man.”
They clapped each other by the forearm and waved goodbye. Ben walked back inside the house. Victor turned to Olivia.
“I’m gonna make sure you get home ok. Then I gotta get to work. But before I go, I’ll try to put a big smile on that pretty face.”
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Victor and Olivia drove back to her place, with her in front, and Victor driving up behind her. Victor followed her up the stairs to her front door and smiled at her. The small delicate hands holding the house keys weren’t shaking now. She unlocked the door and Victor moved cat-like behind her to close the door. His arms encircled her body as he jerked her into his hold and started carrying her upstairs. He almost tripped on his way up as he bent down to slide his tongue over hers, feeling for it in his mouth, and caressing it with his. She moaned as she took his eager tongue in her mouth, letting the passion for him wash over her and causing her core to heat up. She gripped his hard shoulders as he leaned her down onto the bed. Frantically scratching at his shirt, she bunched it in her hand and yanked it up over his head in a desperate effort to feel the touch of his fevered skin against hers once more.
Olivia felt the hardness of his lust pinning her thigh down on the bed. She moved her mouth over the solid pectoral muscle and tasted the sweat beading on his body. His hands roughly groped her full breasts. He kneaded his grip into them, and moved his tongue down her neck into the V-neck of her T-shirt, swirling it slowly in the hollow of her neck. Olivia tugged at the hem of Victor’s pants to free the swollen erection that was indenting the smooth skin of her legs. Feeling the rock hardness of him forcing itself against her body drove her crazy with heated desire. Victor shuffled off the pants and quickly took a hand to swipe his briefs off his body. He leaned over her, with his massive erection swaying in front of her. She reached out and grabbed it, ever so lightly scraping her nails along the shaft and circling the head and tip. Victor sucked in his breath and tightened his abs at the sensation of her touch. It was feminine, and yet, with the nails, an erotic bit of sharp wicked temptation. She smoothed the precum over the head and took one finger up to her mouth to taste it. Victor’s mouth closed over hers once more as she let the salty masculine taste of him linger there. She felt his rough hands strip the pants and underwear from her lower body.
Cool air touched her skin. His wide finger tested her entrance. Victor made a deep throaty sound of pleasure. She was so wet and her body gripped to him as he smoothly inched his way inside her. He slowly moved his finger in and out of her body, coating it in her lubricating fluids. He watched them glisten with her moisture and bent his head down in front of her entrance. Pushing her legs to tent up, he spread her open and starting tonguing her wet pussy. Olivia arched her back and shoved her hips into his face. He responded by gripping her ass hard and shoving his face into her needy hole, forcing his tongue down into her as deep as it could go. Olivia screeched with instant pleasure as his tongue dove into her aching cleft. She felt the muscle swirl and dip into her, stretching down and tasting every corner of her intimate space. She hefted her hips into him and tensed her legs, sensing the powerful pull of her climax building up.
She rocked her pelvis into him, letting his tongue probe her body, feeling the solid push of his tongue against her swelled lips. She groaned, knowing she couldn’t take much more without igniting. Victor withdrew his tongue from her and quickly replaced it with his fingers. She felt the sweep of the moist edge of his tongue move to her clit. He moved back and forth over the hard sensitive nub, causing her to buck upwards uncontrollably. Olivia moved her pelvis with the motion of Victor’s fingers, groaning and sighing. Her sounds became more urgent, and as she moved her hips faster she began to peak.
Victor withdrew his fingers and plunged his cock into her body. Olivia felt his shaft spread her channel open wider to accommodate his massive size. The fullness of him in her was almost too much for her to bear. She groaned and screamed as the feeling of him expanding her taut entrance sent spirals of pleasure singeing through her system. She grabbed onto the strained biceps surrounding her and pumped her hips into his, slamming his cock to hit the deepest walls in her body. Victor made a primal sound of urgent need as he felt the response in her movement and in the way she held him fast within her. The soaked heat of her inner channel melded to him as they moved together in unison.
Victor raised her legs over her head as he pounded into her, hearing the sharp slap of skin and watching her juices coat his shaft. Victor gave several more sharp thrusts and throbbed his release in her. Through gritted teeth she heard him moan as he came in several hot liquid bursts filling her fixed tight channel. Her pussy seized as she came hard to clutch and spasm around his draining cock. He held her for a few minutes, giving her light kisses over her breasts and shoulders.
“Sorry, but I have to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can get back to you. I hope this was enough to tide you over for now. And to thank you for everything.”
He got up and picked his bunched clothes up off the ground. Walking to the washroom, Olivia heard him run the sink as he cleaned himself up. Scrambling to grab her clothes, she put them on under the covers and reste
d in the bed for a moment. She heard the tap shut and spoke to him.
“If you want to pack something before going, you can take something from the fridge or cupboard. I went grocery shopping a few days ago and there should be something you can take with you.”
“Thanks. I think I will have a look. I am starting to get a little hungry,” he shouted from the bathroom.
“Ok, hon. I think I’ll go for a run. To try and lose some of my ice cream weight. I’ll leave you an extra set of house keys so you can lock it up, ok?”
“Sure thing, Livvie.” Victor came out of the washroom to give her a quick kiss on the forehead, followed by a longer kiss, probing her mouth again with his tongue. “You have a good workout. Although, I don’t see how you can run a marathon after what we just had.”
Olivia replied, “Going for a run somehow helps me sort things out in life. It gives me clarity. It’s kind of my meditation.”
Victor responded. “Ok, have fun.”
Olivia watched him leave to go back to the washroom, and then she bolted to the basement. She quickly grabbed a large black blanket she stored in a large open box in the corner and walked outside with it. She opened the door to the white van, crawled behind the bike, and hid herself under her blanket. Her nerves were giddy with excitement. Up until now, she had led such a boring life. Now, with Victor in the picture, she was going to live a little. And see how the other half dealt with things. Goodbye old Olivia, the girl who lost her virginity too late in life, and who always carefully and precisely weighed her options before choosing between, say, wearing the blue shirt or the red shirt for the day. It was the start of a new mindset, of taking risks, and like it or not, she was going to get Victor to share it with her. She hid in the back under her blanket with her phone on silent mode, waiting for Victor to get in the van and leave.
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Before he got into the van, he texted her. She felt the buzz in her back pocket and took it out to read it. “Thank you for everything, see you soon. XOXO Victor.” Aww how sweet.
She then heard him open the door and slide into the driver’s seat. He started the vehicle, and drove for a good forty minutes, with the last twenty of them over a bumpy road. She thought it sounded like dirt or gravel in the last stretch. In the meantime, he had the radio on, blasting to some New Country radio station. He was singing to some of the songs he recognized. And he was gawdawful bad. If perfect pitch was indeed genetic, he missed the coin toss on that option. She heard the crunch of gravel under the tires as he slid to a stop. He opened the driver door and got out. Five minutes later, she heard the side door of the van open. She heard the heavy thump of boxes being set down on the floor of the van. Peeking out from under the blanket, she could see that they were wooden crates, of various sizes. She heard Victor walk away, with the sound of stone hitting boot. He came back once more with a few more crates and a bike helmet. The side door of the van slammed shut and she heard Victor walk away. Stealing a glance out the front windshield, she gauged her surroundings. They were in a wooded area, with trees surrounding a clearing. In the middle of the clearing, was a large steel warehouse. Olivia tucked back inside the blanket before she had the chance to be caught.
Victor got back into the van and shut the door. He started the vehicle and began driving. She lay in the back of the van, feeling the bumps of the dirt/gravel road for another twenty minutes again. Then they drove for a bit. She felt the van pick up and hit a high speed. She guessed they were finally back in civilization, and on the freeway. On the way, Victor started singing again. She almost wanted to smack him on the back of his neck, to get him to stop. For such a tough guy, who had a voice like gravel when he spoke to people, she found it unreal that he was singing in such a high pitched nasal tone of voice. The difference was like night and day. Getting him to stop singing was almost worth getting discovered. It was that bad.
She felt the van slow down and stop. After five minutes of waiting, he opened the side door of the van. A distinct smell of gasoline hit her nose. She peeked from the blanket and saw a red gas can in front of her face. She unburied a hand and shoved it further away from her, so she wouldn’t directly breathe in the fumes. Victor got back into the van again and started driving. Thirty minutes later, over a road with some major bumps, he stopped the vehicle. He opened the side door again and unloaded several of the crates from the van. She noticed that the smell of gasoline left her vicinity. He had taken the gas can with him. Olivia waited for ten minutes, hearing nothing. Then, she heard some loud explosions and intermixed with some yelling and screaming. She quickly yanked off the blanket and drew her head to the front windshield, gazing outward.
Outside, she saw a small house in the middle of a clearing surrounded on all sides by trees. A messy array of bikes were standing by the front porch. Olivia saw Victor wearing a helmet and dark jacket circling a wooden crate and taking a handful of something from it. He put one of the circular objects to his mouth and spat something out. She saw him lob it through the window, breaking the glass. A few seconds later, a loud explosion and rumble, followed by a cloud of dust and debris flew out the window. He was tossing grenades into the house. Bullet fire quickly followed. She saw Victor duck and run away to another window, repeating the process. She cowered under her blanket, fearing the worst. Fifteen more minutes went by, with more yelling, loud explosions and gunfire. Hearing the rush of footsteps coming towards the van, she curled in a ball underneath the blanket and posed absolutely still.
She felt someone enter the van through the side door. As she crouched beneath the bike under the blanket, she could feel the bike moving away from her. Someone was taking the bike out of the van. And with it, the corner of the blanket. She was going to be found out soon anyway, and as she couldn’t hold it back she let out a large sneeze. Damn dusty basement with its damn dusty crap she never had the time to box up properly. Suddenly, the blanket was torn away from her. She was lying on the floor of the van, completely visible to anyone inside, her cover taken away.
“Ollie, what are you doing here? “
Olivia looked up into Victor’s eyes. “Secret Ride-along?” she asked.
“Dammit Livs, you are supposed to be at home.”
“I wanted to help,” she said.
“Well, now that you’re here, there has to be a change of plans.”
She played dumb, for reasons she herself didn’t even understand. “Why? What happened? What did you do Victor?”
“Right now, we are at the Iscariot club house. Well, what’s left of it. I chained their front door so no one could get out, and tossed a few grenades into the windows, and sabotaged their bikes. After I unlocked the door, I went in and mopped up the rest of them. And got a phone from the club leader to catch the addresses of the few left that weren’t present and accounted for. Just so you know, I’ll be paying them a visit as well.”
“So, they’re all dead in there?”
“Every last one of them. So if you want to hightail it out of here, and away from me, you better do it quick. But I only did it because those cheats betrayed us and my brother paid the price with his life. They all got away scot free. Until now.”
Olivia looked at the pain of his loss in his eyes. They were so haunted, with the memory of his departed brother. It was like he had been through war, and then back again. Her heart went out to him. She never saw anyone look that empty in her life.
She gave him a determined glare, sympathizing with him. “I have no idea what it must be like to lose one of your family like that. Someone you loved and grew up with. And I’m here now, with you. I’m already involved.”
Victor interrupted her, “You can’t be involved anymore. I’m going to take you home now, and when the storm dies, I’ll come back for you.”
It felt like a rock hit Olivia in the stomach. The last thing she wanted was to see him go. The dry ennui of everyday life was replaced by an electrified sensual self -awareness whenever she felt his presence. She felt truly alive with him, now, in
the heat of danger’s aftermath. “No. If you leave, I know it will be goodbye. I can’t have that. You make me feel a certain way. Everything you said in your letters, affected me. No one else has ever wanted to make me feel the way you do. No one has ever cared that much about me. I don’t want that to end. I need that. And to keep it, I’ll see whatever it is you want right up until the closing curtain.”
“You have no idea what you are asking,” Victor said. He started taking off the dark bulletproof helmet and peeling the flak jacket off his body.
“I don’t care. I just see the hurt, and the injustice of it all, and it makes me want to get them almost as badly as you do.”
“We can discuss this on the way home. In the meantime, I have a clubhouse to torch. You can stay here and wait for me. I won’t be long.”
“Like hell you are leaving me here in this car. I’m coming with you. Do you need a light?”
Olivia held up the homemade/prisonmade looking lighter she scooped from his pants before hiding in his van. Victor gazed at her with surprise.
“Son of a bitch. You snagged my lighter. You had this planned all along. I see you are pretty committed. But this is no world for you. Olivia, you are young, and have your whole life ahead of you. You can’t want what I’ve been through. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.”
“If it all works out, no one will know I was involved. And you are going to need help. Do you really think you can do this entirely on your own?”
“No, but that’s my cross to bear.”
“Not anymore.” Olivia marched right out of the van and grabbed the gas can. The surge of adrenaline was coursing through her veins. She toyed with the feeling, enjoying the sense of power it wielded over her. She replied boldly, and confidently, “Time’s wasting. Let’s get this done already. I know I’m finished talking about it.” She headed towards the grenaded house, preparing to douse it with accelerant and light it.
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