Ignition (BBW Alpha Male MC Biker Romance)

by Beaunoir, Ashlee

  Olivia watched him with a quizzical expression. “Why would you say something like that?”

  Victor smirked. “She’s a stone cold bitch. I hooked up with her before she was with Rick. I learned the hard way where the looks department is concerned that that shit is overrated. What it comes down to, hell, it doesn’t matter too much what a person looks like. If they’re there to please you completely, and make sure you’re happy, that’s what counts most. If they’re not willing to put in the effort and put you first, in the end, it’s not worth it.”

  Olivia opened her mouth to say something which Victor quickly hushed away. He saw the front door crack open. A hand held the frame of the door as it opened wider. Someone was coming out of the house. “Oh, it’s on. Game time.”

  A balding middle-aged man wandered out onto the driveway. He was rubbing the sleep still out of his eyes, wearing only his boxers. Olivia saw the man’s hairy paunch billow out over the hem of his boxers. She stuck her tongue out and made a face. If women couldn’t be in public topless, there should be similar rules for men that took such poor physical care of themselves like this man. His bare feet padded on the black pavement of his driveway. As he bent down to pick up the morning paper that was tossed at the edge of his lawn, Olivia noticed that Victor had hunkered down in the driver’s seat, silently screwing the silencer on the end of his gun. He lowered the window down stealthily on the van and poked the end out of the corner in the window, to hide it from view.

  As the man raised himself up from stooping to fetch his paper, Victor squeezed the trigger. Three muted shots pumped out of the barrel, hitting the victim squarely in the chest. As the man crumpled to the ground, Victor took a few more shots for good measure. After the man collapsed face first into the pavement, Victor started the van and gunned it. Speeding away from the house, he made a few dangerous turns onto several residential streets in top form before slowing down out of the neighborhood and entering the main road. Victor repeatedly looked in his rearview mirror and checked his surroundings often to make sure no one saw the events unfold and was following him. He drove two miles down the barren street before driving into an abandoned parking lot in the back of an empty building to put the plates back on the van.

  Victor got back into the van and grinned wildly at his accomplice in crime. “Well, another one down. Buh bye to Terry. One more double crossing prick to go. And the dues that are owed my brother will finally be paid. I knew this one would go easy. You go early enough, when no one is awake yet, and it’s easy cherry pie. Let’s head back and celebrate like you know best.”

  Victor winked at her and started the van. Olivia crinkled her nose back at him in a flirty gesture. As they drove together, Olivia rested her hand on Victor’s crotch. She clutched at it and kneaded it in her hand. Like molding putty until it dried into rock. Victor eased back in the seat and did a bit more manspreading to let her have better access to it. He was thinking of sizzling some bacon and sausage for breakfast. Of course, this would be after another freakish round of her fucking the brains out of his head again. This was the start of a really good day.

  As Victor was pulling in from the main road into the general neighborhood of her house, a cruiser whizzed past them. Then two more followed behind the first. No lights or sirens. Strange. His erection rapidly fizzled away. Victor slowed his speed cautiously and pulled the van to park it temporarily beside a house three streets over from Olivia’s. He was going to walk over to the house first, just to put his mind at ease before driving in. One can never be too careful.

  Victor turned to face Olivia. “Stay right here. Whatever you do, don’t leave this van. I’m just going to walk over, make sure everything is ok at your place. I’ll be right back. Promise.”

  He leaned over and kissed her quickly on the mouth before getting out of the vehicle and carefully shutting the door, trying to minimize the sound of it slamming. She watched as he jogged off in the direction of the house. He turned around the block disappearing from view. Olivia spent the next very stressful minutes in the van by herself, nervously waiting for his return. She started biting her nails. Then she got out her phone and started playing a game on it to distract her. Seven minutes later she heard some huffing as Victor ran back around the van, opening the side panel of the vehicle.

  He commanded sharply, “Quickly, get your head down. I gotta switch the plates. They found us. They are at your place, waiting for us. We gotta fly.”

  Shane Johnson

  Confusion muddled with the stress in her mind.

  “Who?” she weakly asked.

  Victor searched for and found the second set of plates in the van lying near the front seats. He grabbed them and replied in a rushed clip, “The cops. There’s at least four of their cars in front of your house, all the lights flashing. We have to move out. Time to go.”

  He moved to the back of the van and jogged shortly after to the front, securing the new plates to the van. He hopped in and started the engine.

  “What are we going to do?” Olivia whined, scared out of her wits. The adrenaline rush that simmered in her previously while she was fumbling for his cock in the van dissipated into pure fear. The thrill of those moments of seeing life and death first hand were replaced with entirely different emotions of guilt, panic and dread. She hadn’t mentally prepared herself at all for the reality of getting caught.

  “It’s going to be all right, Livs, no worries. It was only going to be a matter of time before they found me. I just didn’t think it would have happened so soon, or that you would be so involved. But I planned ahead.”

  He drove out to the main road again, scanning the exit signs, a plan organically forming in his brain. He poked his thumb to the back of the van. “Back at the clubhouse, I took a few duffle bags of cash. I made the leader confess to it and had him open the safe. There’s enough for us to lay low for a long while. Just one more hit and it’s off to the rugged mountains of Canada or the cool cervezas in Mexico. Ladies’ choice.”

  “But all my stuff is back there. I left my purse there. I need that stuff back,” Olivia wheedled.

  Victor replied, “No you don’t. You’re better off without it. We’ll get you new ID. Reinvent yourself. Be creative, honey. Who do you want to be?”

  “I don’t know…” she mindlessly responded. Her frantic mind grasped at reason. “How did they find us?”

  Victor nodded to himself at an exit and sharply banked towards it. He was going to take some less travelled back roads to get out of sight and clear his head for a bit. He needed to carefully think of his next move. “I don’t know Ollie. But they zeroed in on your house. They tracked me to you somehow. Which gets me to thinking. What of yours do you have with you now?”

  Olivia glanced at the phone hidden and tucked underneath her hand. “Just my phone,” she said.

  “Is it on or off?” Victor asked.

  “On,” she replied.

  “Normal settings?”

  Olivia replied, her voice sounding pretty unhappy, “Yeah, I think so. I don’t know.”

  “Can I see it for a minute?’ Victor asked.

  “Sure, hon.”

  She handed him the phone with some reservation. Victor rolled down the window, and tossed the phone out of his car onto the highway.

  “Hey! Why did you do that?” she yelled at him.

  “They could have tracked us with your phone. Perhaps that’s how they put me and you together so quickly in the first place. I don’t know yet. We’re lucky they haven’t caught us already,” he answered.

  Olivia called him out on what she thought was hypocrisy and irrationality. “They could have tracked us with the phone you stole from that club leader. I’ve seen you going through it, looking for your next intended victim. So don’t say it was my fault.”

  “I’m not putting blame on anyone, Livvie. But I put this guy’s phone on airplane mode back at that house we torched, so they couldn’t track us with that.”

  Olivia’s face came up empty.
She had no idea what he was talking about. Victor read her blank expression and explained further.

  “On airplane mode, there is no connectivity. No Wi-fi, no internet. The phone can’t be tracked. It’s silent. But I can still see the info he stored on that phone.”

  “Oh.” Olivia’s shoulders fell as she realized that her lack of technological understanding probably led the law enforcement right to them. She remembered reading the text she got from Victor as she hid in the van. It travelled with her right to the rival MC gang’s house, silently alerting her of more texts sent to her from her friends.

  “We’re probably going to have to get rid of the van as well. The switched plates aren’t going to fool people for long. They’re probably out looking for the make and model of what I’m driving right now,” he said.

  “How do you think they figured that out?” she asked.

  “Perhaps the tire treads on the van back at the clubhouse. I had to drive in some mud, and probably left some behind. It’s an old beater of a van. Not many of them around anymore. I was going to torch it and ride off on the motorcycle in the back, but then you happened.”

  “So why didn’t you just torch the van and we both leave on the bike?”

  Victor pointed to her head. “No extra helmet,” he said. “I had nothing that would fit you. Safety first, dearest heart.”

  Even though he said it offhandedly, and mostly for explanatory purposes, she melted a little at his last two spoken words to her. No one had ever used such terms of endearment before with her.

  Victor continued further. “So if I were to guess, they put two and two together. They used the tread and the info from your phone, which they can use to identify both to the clubhouse and pinpoint the time when we were there. Going to the gas station on the way home was probably another giveaway. They have us on camera near the location, with the van.”

  Olivia supported his theory weakly, “And I went in. I bought a lotto ticket….”

  “Well, the camera in the store probably had better resolution. So they got a good recording of you being there. But that doesn’t matter now. What’s done is done. What we need to do soon, is start unloading this van.”

  They both drove in unsettled silence while Victor picked his brain for another abandoned area. He found a rundown barn in the middle of an abandoned farmhouse and drove up to it. He got out of the car and undid the latch that held the barn entrance closed. Swinging open the large wooden doors, he used some large nearby rocks to keep them propped open. He walked over to the side of the van and slid the door open. He grunted as he carefully dropped and wheeled the heavy bike out onto the long grass of the small hill leading up to the barn. Victor spent a few minutes in the back, rummaging around and stuffing things into two large black duffel bags. He got out and placed both of those beside the bike, where they landed in the soft earth with a dull thud. Olivia sat motionless in the passenger’s seat and stared at him, watching him work in solemn concentration. She saw him move back into the van, picking up items and strapping them to his body. Over top, he strapped on a dark jacket. He tossed a matching flak jacket up to her.

  “Here Liv’s, put this on, please.”

  She put the jacket around her body and strapped it on. It was heavy, and weighed her down. Victor grabbed two bike helmets nestled under the blanket she brought with her to hide in the van. Both were black and shined in the sunlight. He held one up to her.

  “This one is yours,” he gestured. “I managed to find the time to get one for you.” He walked over to the bike and set the pair of them beside the duffel bags. Then he got back into the van. They drove up the hill into the barn that was falling apart on all sides. Once the van was inside, Victor got out again. He went to the gas cans that he left in the back of the van. They both went to work, emptying the rest of the contents in the gas cans on the vehicle. Victor took the gun with the silencer and blasted the front part of the dash to obliterate the VIN number, just to be sure. He didn’t know whether they had doused the vehicle with enough accelerant to make sure it would be thoroughly torched. And he didn’t want any of his recent activities leading back to Lucifer’s Breed. But he figured there was enough loose dry old straw in the barn to help feed the flames. He tossed the lighter in the air at her, letting her ignite it. It was tradition now. With a hungry stare, she flicked the lit flame to a soaked tire and watched as it blew up in a plume of orange flame. Beautiful. She backed off slowly and watched as the van rapidly engulfed in a spreading plague of fire.

  Victor grabbed her hand and led her away. “Come on, Liv, we gotta go.”

  They jogged away from the barn to the bike before the fire spread to the rest of the building. Victor helped lift one duffel bag onto Olivia’s back and assisted her with putting her helmet on. Victor then strapped his helmet on and placed the second duffel bag around his shoulders, with the stolen money, extra guns and ammo cushioning his stomach. As they pulled away, Olivia glimpsed behind her to where she started to see the first flames reach the building, licking the wooden slats of the old barn.

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  They rode for miles and miles, clear out of town where they wouldn’t be recognized easily. And as the time on the bike dragged on, Olivia felt the weight of the duffel bag grow heavier and heavier with each passing minute. Her shoulders ached under the gravity of holding it over the shoulders of her body. Her arms ached from holding onto Victor so tightly as he wound his way on the bike along the narrow back country roads. He rode with expert precision, but never being on a motorcycle was an unfamiliar and slightly scary experience for her. In a car, she felt insulated from the speed. Not so here. She was riding behind him, in the thick of it, with the ground racing below her at what seemed a million miles a minute. She had fearful premonitions of losing balance on the bike and wiping out at full speed. For some reason, she was not enjoying this adrenaline rush much at all.

  Victor spied an area in the distance where they could pull over safely. He could feel Olivia’s arms starting to sag and slip from around his sides. He figured that she was due for a much deserved rest. He slowed the bike and pulled over to a small rest stop area by the side of the small country road. It had a lonely worn out picnic table sitting under a heavily shaded area filled with large old trees. A sign two yards ahead of the picnic table identified food and lodging five miles down the way. Looking around the gravel parking area, they were the only ones that pulled in for a break.

  As the bike stopped, Olivia quickly shrugged off the duffel bag that was starting to dig into her shoulder blades. She felt the strained muscles of her back and shoulders ache under the pressure of keeping the back on her back. She leaned back on the bike and shook her arms in an effort to relax them a little.

  She gave him a light hug around the torso, still seated on the bike. “Ughh, thanks Vics, you’re a lifesaver. I was starting to think that bag was going to pull me off of your bike. It was really weighing me down.”

  “I could tell. Your arms began to feel a bit droopy around me. I thought you could have used a break.”

  She looked out into the wooded area, into the strange and unfamiliar place she was in. No traffic had crossed their path in over seven minutes. It felt deserted. A stillness permeated the place. It made her feel lonely, and without the familiar feel of her phone in her back pocket, completely cut off from her friends, family and the rest of civilization. She thought of the job and people she left behind. A black hole of absence seeped into her heart. She quailed, “Vic, honey, what are we going to do? Will I ever be able to go home again?”

  He saw the longing and searching hope in her face as she asked him that question. Looking towards him for deliverance back to normalcy. But she chose to walk with him, and the path to shared revenge was, more often than not, a harsh one. He wanted to comfort her and prevent her from going into a full-blown panic, but decided it would not benefit anyone if he sugarcoated it too much.

  “Don’t worry, hon. I’ll take good care of you. I gave you my solid word on
that. If things go down, I’ll make sure I take most if not all of the heat for it,” he offered.

  Olivia responded in a whiny pleading tone of voice. “How? What are you going to do? You said it yourself, that my phone probably led them to us. I’m totally implicated in whatever they’re going to accuse us of.”

  Victor smiled at her. “They don’t know you willingly participated. I’ll say I kidnapped you and forced you to come along. And as long as you shed those pretty little tears of yours, they’ll believe you.”

  Olivia started huffing back an ugly cry. “I can’t let you do that….I won’t let you….” She trailed off. She didn’t quite believe her statement herself. In her truest heart, she thought she would buckle under the fear. Even though she didn’t want to. She cared deeply about this man.

  Victor turned sideways and unstrapped the helmet from her head. He clumsily grabbed her head with a handful of soft falling curls and held her to his chest. “You have to. There is a purity of soul about you. I don’t want to see that snuffed out by the hard experiences I had to face. Prison rarely takes a person and reforms them. It shapes a person’s spirit into something deformed, twisted and angry. The events that happen there stay with you, and stain your memories and your soul forever. As a result, it impairs your ability to deal with life once they set you free.”

  She started sobbing into the flak jacket he had on. He rubbed her back, and let her cry it out. He knew she needed to feel that loss before she could move on. He stroked her neck, and smoothed her hair, letting her know with every gentle reassuring touch that with the life she was saying goodbye to, she wouldn’t have to face it alone. He would take some of that hurt she felt and they would face the future head on together, hand in hand.