He tossed off his helmet, and tried to say something to make her feel better. “You know, there’s no other woman out there that has done as much for me as you have. No one that has stuck by my side to the lengths you have. And helped me see my dreams to the end. You are truly one in a kazillion, Olivia. And because of that, everything that I am now, I belong to you.”
“You should tattoo my name on you now. Since I own you and everything,” she snuffled into his chest.
“Honey, I already got one.”
“Where?” She looked up into his face, doubtfully.
“I got your name tattooed on my heart. And it beats to the pronunciation of your name.”
Her voice picked up pitch at the corny answer he gave her. Even for her, it was too over the top. She couldn’t imagine a hardened criminal that did the serious time he had just endured giving her such a ridiculous line. Despite how upset she was, she laughed. “Ehhh. That’s either really touching or really cheesy. Which one are you going for?’
“Whichever one works for you, baby.”
“I can’t imagine it working on any level, really,” she chuckled.
Victor looked around him. No cars had passed by for several minutes. He looked into the treeline in the distance.
“Hey Livs, let’s wheel the bike into the woods for a while. Take an extended break. Then we can head out and maybe get some lunch. Then it’s off to Shane’s place. Once we’re done there, it’s vacation time.”
“Who’s Shane?” she asked.
“He’s last on our list of greatest hits.”
“Sounds good to me. I don’t want to be picking up those bags again for quite a while anyway.”
Olivia got off the bike, wiped the drying tears away from her eyes, grabbed the helmets and walked beside Victor as he carried the bags and guided the bike into the thick of the woods. They walked past some low brush that crackled under their feet. At just a few yards in, they came to a small grassy shaded oasis of green calm in the wood. The forest enveloped them, forming a secure cocoon around the pair, insulating them from the sounds of the outside world. Victor parked the bike in the center of the small clearing.
“This should do,” he said as he stabilized the bike and dropped the bags to the ground a few metres beside the chopper. He stripped off the flak jacket, and shuffled back in the seat. “Get back on the bike,” he instructed as he gestured towards the handlebars.
She hopped back onto the bike, straddling it as she faced him. Taking off her jacket, and shedding her clothes until she was naked from the waist up, he took a moment to drink in the sight of her smooth silky skin and overflowing chest. He felt that familiar erotic rush pool and flow into his cock, building up to levels that he thought would split the fabric seam of his crotch in two. He leaned her back onto the handlebars and rapidly kicked off his pants into the pile of clothes that fell by the bike. He started by kissing and licking her nipples, first one and then slowly travelling to the other. She sighed as she lifted her legs up to hug his sides and ran her nails through his hair and lightly down the nape of his neck. He lunged forward to shadow his body over hers and massaged her breasts, still circling one of the nipples with his tongue and teasing it in his mouth. He felt her tent her hips up into his throbbing erection as she lifted herself off the seat to grind into him. His hands moved lower to undo the button and fly on her jeans. Quickly ripping them down, he roughly felt for the thong that remained as the only restrictive access to the pussy he was desperately aching for. He urgently moved it to the side as he raised her legs to his shoulders, pinning them along his body and stripping the rest of her jeans off her legs. Pressing his rigid shaft to her entrance, he gave an urgent growl of lust before shanking her pussy and driving the blunt blade of his cock deep into her core. She groaned as she felt the sharp force of his entry and opened herself wider to let him fall into her as far as he could physically go.
They fucked each other hard on the bike, and she moved her body rapidly with his, both feeling the momentum of their combined lust build together, watching each other’s faces for the cue that they were right on the brink. Olivia broke off her gaze, arched her head back over the bike and moaned with sheer feeling. Everything fell away, and became meaningless. All that was left was pure sensation. She gasped and uttered a loud primal cry as one last thrust from Victor’s pulsing rod ramming into her triggered her into an orgasmic high. She hung limply off the bike as her uplifted legs twitched by Victor’s shoulders, her body involuntarily shaking and quivering from the lingering sensation of her climax still ravaging through her system. Her reaction was powerful enough that she barely had the awareness that Victor came right along with her. She groaned in residual bliss as Victor held her close to him, helping to prop her spent body back onto the bike to keep from falling. She let the sensation of his strong warm arms wrap around her body fill her with a quiet satisfaction. Of all the places in the world she had ever been, this was by far, the best. Surrounded by him, right here, secluded from everything else in existence. She gave him small kisses on his chest. He breathed out heavily, and lifted his bulk away from her.
“This is nice, Livia dear, but we must be heading out shortly,” he said.
“This is nice. Do we have to leave so soon? Maybe just a few minutes more here, with just us, like this. A little longer,” she pleaded. Moments like the last five minutes she wanted to last forever. With the future now so uncertain, she wanted to savour and hold onto any snippet of joy they had left with each other.
“Ok, darling. Whatever you like. Because there’s nothing more important in my life right now than making you happy.”
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They hit pavement again after thirty minutes. Victor and Olivia suited up again, and Victor rechecked the bags to try to repack them. He moved a few items around so Olivia could wear the duffel that was a bit lighter after some creative rearranging. Her shoulders still felt the dull ache of the weight that pulled down on her body, but it was much more bearable than before. Victor pulled into a small mom and pop rest stop where they grabbed a few sandwiches before taking to the open road again.
Victor had planned his targets precisely, starting with the Iscariot club. Cutting the enemy off at its heart secured him with the funds available to continue his relentless pursuit for revenge as well as eliminating all effective central communication and planning between the members that remained alive. And with the addresses stored in the club leader’s phone, he could then pick off the remnants one by one.
Once Olivia gave him the idea to use her feminine assets to help him in his conquest for redemption, Curtis was the first logical victim. If there was any man on that list that would fall for pussy as bait, he was candidate number one. Jesse was a solid second. By the afternoon when they arrived, Victor knew that most drug abusers that deal were hitting their five o’ clock and using after a few large successful business ventures. Terry was third on the list. More on the straight and narrow heading towards an anal retentive type personality, Victor knew this man usually stuck to a regular schedule. That was altogether too predictable. His penchant for the morning news was his eventual downfall. And Shane was now last on the list. If for no other reason than he had drifted away from the biker life. And moved two hours away. From the cell phone records that were never erased, Victor could tell he still kept in touch with the club leader. But his involvement in the group’s activities became less over time . No matter. His brother was still dead. And his tragic demise would have to be avenged.
It was to their advantage that he was last on their list. No one would be focusing their net around the pair of them where they were going. Victor guessed that most wouldn’t remember Shane having been a member of the Iscariot club. And when Victor finally had the chance to make peace with the universe once he made sure Shane’s lifeless body wasn’t going anywhere but to the worm buffet; he and Olivia could live out a few carefree months in the sun or cool mountains of the paradise of her choice. Victor smiled warmly to himself at
the thought. They travelled at a brisk clip along the winding back ways through the tiny hamlets and towns that led them to their latest fall guy. Victor stopped periodically to let Olivia relax her tired back and shoulders. She stretched and walked around, shaking her arms between pit stops.
After what seemed like an endless time on the road, Victor slowed down once he reached the small town of Griffhaven. It looked like a small sleepy community with large stately older Victorian style houses lining the streets. He cruised by some of the homes, looking up at the ornate carved woodwork built into the roofs of the houses. Olivia admired the well manicured lawns and the elaborate gardens planted in front of many of the properties. At first glance, going down one of the main streets, it looked like a nice place to live. Victor rode down the street and looked for the downtown commercial area. Once surrounded by storefronts, Victor looked around. Spying a dollar store, he slowed the bike to stop in a parking spot and took off his helmet.
“There’s some things I need to get in here. I’ll be back in a few,” he told her.
“You want me to wait here?” she asked.
“Yes. Watch the bags. I won’t be long,” he said as he sat the helmet down on the seat in front of her and then went inside.
Ten minutes later, he emerged with a few yellow plastic bags. He took out a few pens, unwrapped some stationary and set some of the pages in a clipboard. He stuffed the clipboard and the remaining excess back into one of the yellow bags. Crudely shoving it in the duffel bag, he whipped out the stolen phone and checked the address. With a smirk, he put it back in his pocket and started the bike.
They soon came to a neighborhood where Victor lazily winded his way down a few small residential streets. The houses were more modest here. Not the gargantuan splendor that they witnessed first arriving in the town, but these houses had a more middle to lower class feel to them. They were understated, but most still held some quaint charm of days past when they were first built. Victor pulled over to a small brown brick house and stopped the bike.
“Here, I want you to take the clipboard, and put this cap on. Say you’re with water softening or something.” Victor handed her a blank blue cap he bought from the dollar store. She tucked her hair under it as she placed it on her head.
“Beautiful. You look very professional,” Victor joked.
“Thanks Vics, I’ll do my best to act the part,” she said.
She walked up to the house and knocked on the door. Then she spied the doorbell hidden in a weird place near the top of the door frame and rang it. Slow plodding steps came to the door and she heard the click of the lock as it opened for her.
A thin tired looking man with a few days’ worth of beard answered the door. He was in a generic white t-shirt and grey shorts. He ran a hand through his balding scalp of black hair and gave her a stern look.
“Yes? Can I help you?” he asked.
“Check your furnace?” she replied.
“Why? What company do you work for?” he asked a little bit crisper.
“Our records indicate that your warranty is soon to expire. Are you interested in extending your agreement with us? We should have the furnace checked to see if everything is up to code,” she stated.
Olivia was just winging it at that point. She had no idea what was involved in furnace ownership, warranties or the like. Whenever her company scheduled an appointment, she blindly accepted it, barely paid attention to the details, dealt with it on the most superficial level and got on with her life.
“You don’t look like you work for any company. Not even a logo on your hat,” he said as he gestured to her head.
Olivia floundered for a moment until she felt a rush of wind behind her. Swiftly moving her out of the way, Victor stepped in front of her and gave the man a solid punch to the face. The man fell back and hit the ground sprawling on the floor. Victor lunged at the man again and landed into him with another solid round of thudding hits to the solar plexus and head.
“Close the door,” Victor commanded between blows.
Olivia quickly moved inside the house and shut the door behind her. Her eyes fixed on the scene in front of her. Victor had the man stunned and was picking up his arm to drag him into the living room. Blood from what was presumably Shane’s nose was leaving a smeary trail on the floor. The man muffled a bewildered response. “Who are you? What do you want with me?”
“Troy Colton. That name ring a bell?”
“No. Who’s that asshole?” he contorted through an injured mouth. Olivia could see he was bleeding from it. She thought he had lost some teeth during his assault.
Victor leaned down to the man’s bloody face, with an angry, but almost stoic look to him. His voice showed through to cool steel tinged with malice. “My brother. Who you murdered. In a bad drug deal between you and Lucifer’s Breed years ago. It was supposed to set a truce. A matter of some understanding. Instead you cheated us and tried to kill us all. One problem. One bullet missed.” It was then that Victor pointed to his heart.
Victor kicked him in the stomach and continued to drag him to the living room. Shane buckled under the blow and wheezed to catch his breath. Lining the crumpled man up to the couch, Victor propped him up. Blood was pouring down from his nose and mouth. Large angry red welts started to swell around his cheeks and forehead. Victor stood up and took from his pocket a thin grey wire. He was starting to unwind it while his victim was struggling to regain some clarity.
Victor was just about to wrap the wire around the man’s neck when he uttered, “I wasn’t the only one involved, you know.”
Victor remarked, “Yes, I know that, but I’ve taken care of them already. Lucky you, you’re last on my bucket list.”
Victor was closing in on him. The man didn’t have much time left. “You know, your boss was involved too. How do you think it was set up so cleanly?”
Victor looked at him skeptically. “Clean like hell. I don’t believe you. Whatever you’re about to say next, it won’t work. It’s not going to buy you any time. Or any special favors.”
The man continued, in a rushed voice. It was his only avenue for a chance at survival. “Rick. That was your leader’s name. He was at our club. He met with our MC leader Dale. They talked about how the police were always putting the heat on them. Your boss Rick talked of a merger, to get enough money together between both clubs to bribe them huge to look the other way. But he knew many of your other club members wouldn’t stand for it.”
Shane struggled to take in a breath. Olivia thought he was probably swallowing and inhaling some of the blood collecting in his mouth. Victor let him take his time and go on with his speech. “So they made up a plan. Dale would buy some top shelf blow, but hold most of it behind while cutting a small fraction of it for the deal to some poor quality product. To make that contract go sour. Arrange it so that the members most likely to oppose your boss are there for the exchange. Things go south, quickly, with guns blazing. Then steal back the cash, do away with the rest of the predicted dissenters and keep a huge share of both. It was a good trade for your fearless leader.”
“That’s bullshit. After that pact went south, Rick had to struggle to rebuild his club,” Victor angrily replied.
“Of course he did. You think our leader Dale would want someone in his group who would betray his own members like that?” Shane laughed mercilessly at Victor, ridiculing his blind loyalty to a man that sent him out to die in a crooked trade like a dumb sheep. “No way. He used him, like your shitstain of a boss used you. To set you up for a fall. And that’s what he did to Rick. Blackmailed him with enough evidence for the cops to tie his hands and make him shut his mouth. Left the law enough hints that Rick was always under their microscope. And a lot of your group left to other, more established gangs and broke contact once they learned what went down. Can’t say I blame them. Who wants to stick around to be the next convenient dupe putting their neck out there for your fearless leader?”
Olivia’s eyes watered. She could empathize
with the pain Victor was going through, hearing this. She remembered the photos of the three of them, how Rick took over for his loser drunk of a father. How Rick watched and raised the person she cared so much about turn from a bitter teenage boy into the man he was today.
“Rick couldn’t be in on it honey,….” she uttered. She wanted the words she said to be true. But Shane confessed with conviction. To her, he told a convincing story.
“Believe it Buttercup,” Shane spluttered to her. His chest moved painfully up and down in heavy heaves. He was working harder to keep his body oxygenated.
The accusations turned and swirled in Victor’s mind. The doubt. And above it all, the anger. The need for revenge still remained. And if what Shane said was true, he wasn’t quite done yet.
“I’ve heard enough. We’re done here,” Victor said as he wrapped the wire around Shane’s throat.
Olivia watched the first few seconds. She saw Shane’s face turn red, his eyes growing wide and bulging in alarm. She observed his bloody tongue hang out of his mouth, the arms grasping around Victor, flailing at him to stop. Grappling with the wire around his neck. Smacking him on the arm to dislodge the tension around his throat. It was altogether futile for him. As his face grew a shade darker and the sounds of his struggle became pained and panicked, Olivia couldn’t take it anymore. She turned away and ran to the other room to escape another grisly death scene. It didn’t last long. After a couple of minutes that seemed to stretch out for far much longer, the last sounds of strained breathing and struggling ended. Victor casually strolled into the kitchen where she was hiding. He shook off his hands and flexed them with a concentrated look of annoyance on his face.
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