He looked at the shock that was still lingering on her face. He tried to enlighten the mood by chatting her up, “Hey, what’s up Liv’s?”
She gave him a slightly nauseous look. Victor tried to engage her again.
“As the once great Freddy Mercury said it best, another one bites the dust, babes.”
Olivia looked on towards the next room in slight sympathy. If there was a harsh way to go, it was the way this man died. “That was awful, the way you killed him. He confessed to you. Why couldn’t you just shoot him, and end it quickly? You know they’re looking for us anyways.”
Victor answered her, “First of all, he only said what would buy him some time and maybe a way out. Sorry, but that wasn’t going to get him a free pass. Second, we need to save the bullets. I’m going to find out if one of them has my buddy Rick’s name on one of them.”
Olivia protested, “You’re not going back there now, Victor. That would be suicide. They’ll be expecting you to contact him. Let’s just go. Somewhere you always wanted to see. Somewhere you dreamed about every day, while serving your time. Anywhere. I’ll be right there beside you.”
Victor’s mind was set. “Sorry Olive bun, but I have to see this until the end. I have to know for sure. For the sake of my brother’s memory. Even if that means walking back into the fire.”
Rick Caldwell
Olivia was on top of him, riding his cock like a bandit on a horse that just robbed the bank. Victor’s hands cupped her round ass and pushed her into him as she shifted her sleek tight pussy up and down his rod.
“I like you as a blonde,” he told her.
Olivia gave an incomprehensible noise in response that sounded like agreement. She couldn’t form a decent answer. She was totally in the zone.
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After the stop at Shane’s house, they rode back into the direction of the town they had just left. Where they were probably on the town’s Most Wanted list by now. Olivia tried to plead and reason with Victor. To try to convince him that they should just drop it for now and revisit Rick later. But Victor was determined. He knew he couldn’t move on with his life until he had seen this to the very end. He promised this not only to himself, but to his brother, as he lay dying, and bleeding out on some dirty warehouse floor.
After an hour of riding along back country roads, Victor hit a main road for a few minutes and had Olivia stop in a pharmacy. He gave her some cash from the bag and told her to pick a hair color that she always wanted to try. And told her to buy some new make-up, soap, razors, shampoo and some scissors. Plus whatever else she needed to make her feel decent again.
They stopped in at a nearby run down looking motel to spend the night. Victor had Olivia go to the front desk in sunglasses and get them a room. If anyone was looking for the pair, more people would probably recognize him. He figured the focus would be more on him, and not her. In the meantime, he wheeled over to a fast food place close by and ordered something for the both of them. A day of riding and killing had made him feel a bit peckish.
Olivia waited for him in the parking lot just outside the entrance of their room. Victor swerved and parked in front of her. After they walked inside, Olivia crashed on the bed in exhaustion for a few minutes. Then she dragged herself off the mattress and took the bottle of hair dye with her to the bathroom. She went and had a shower while Victor took off his shoes, turned on the television and started flipping through the channels. He stopped on one and watched the newsfeed scrolling by.
Meanwhile, Olivia had finished her shower and started to dye her hair in the sink. Once she stepped in the shower again to rinse the excess color off, she walked out naked and still slightly soapy from the washroom.
Victor looked at her up and down, her skin still shining from the beads of water dropping off her. She was lightly towel drying her body.
“We’re famous, Babe-inator.”
“Really? How famous?” she intoned. She didn’t really want to hear more. All she wanted to do was find a sunny sandbar somewhere tropical and bury her head in it. But she had to find out. To see how much deep shit she was in.
“Well, for sure, they want me for the clubhouse. And they linked me to Curtis. But for you, they only want you in for questioning. As a person of interest.”
“This is bad for me,” said Olivia, her voice shaking a little.
“Not really,” reassured Victor. “It was implied that they are more concerned with your safety. The news blurb said we were travelling together. You are not under suspicion for anything at the moment. So you heed my words, if things go down wrong. Let me take the fall. I care too much for you to let anything happen to you.”
Olivia gave it one last shot to convince Victor to stand down his revenge plot. She didn’t like the fact that she was an active news story. “Victor, can’t we take a break? And live under the radar for a while and come back when the attention on us dies down? You’d have a much better chance to finish your goals then. All you need is to be patient and live quietly for a while. Like in some remote cabin somewhere in the mountains. It would be so romantic, just you and me, surrounded by nature. With no one around to hear me scream your name for miles.”
Victor hardened his resolve once again. “No, Olivia, I can’t. I’m so close to ending this once and for all. For seven and a half years now I’ve been dreaming of this every night. I can’t let myself live on and start a decent life again until it’s final. I’m mad as hell that Rick could betray us like that. Over a bit of money and territorial control. It isn’t enough to know that he didn’t get what he wanted in the end, and he still struggled. We paid the price for his treason and his stupidity.”
Olivia choked back some tears, realizing that if she was to follow him, it would be at great risk. She could see the look in his eyes. He was only thinking one thing. Retribution. And there was nothing she could say that would change his mind.
“If it was true, and Rick was involved, then why did no one ever tell you?” she whimpered.
“I was sent to max security and was holed up in solitary for a while. I tried to get info from the outside, but at the start, I didn’t have enough influence to call in any favors. Then when I built up enough of a reputation, the only ones in the club that knew what really went down that would have been loyal to me were probably either dead from more bad deals or out of reach.”
Victor paused for a minute, then coughed. “They likely wanted to leave that all behind them. I don’t blame them. Some had families. I would have moved away and cut ties to protect the ones I loved as well. Even if I let a friend rot in jail. Chances are, he wouldn’t be getting out anyway. And then you risked the safety of your family by squealing on your former boss. The dues are huge if you are caught pulling that shit. There’s a code you need to follow if you want to live the club life. And you never go back on your word.”
Victor pointed to the tv. Drolly, he said, “Hey Babes, there we are. Your Fifteen minutes.”
Olivia fixed her grave eyes on the television. She saw a description of the vehicle they torched in the barn and a blurry security cam video of her in the gas station convenience store, along with a cam of Victor filling up the van. Two photos of the pair were plastered on the screen. Olivia frowned. The screen grab of her Facebook cover photo was showing. She wished she had changed it to something older and less recognizable before she left. A pit fell to the bottom of her stomach when she thought of the repercussions of the situation she was now in. Seeing their story on the news now hit her full force. Shit just got totally real for her.
Olivia had to sit down. Her wet bum made a damp spot that spread outward on the duvet. She wanted to take her mind of her situation right now. Maybe find something with some humor in it.
“What else is on?” she asked.
Victor flipped through the channels. He stopped at one of the science/documentary type channels Olivia always managed to pass by on her way to watching the next generic rom com. Victor smiled as the title card for Preptastic Doomsday
Dudes popped up on screen.
“Really, Victor?” she said as she rolled her eyes at him.
“Sure, Olive bun. I like these survival type shows. You learn something about living with nature, and with coping in the wild. I find it hilarious that a lot of them spend all their free time building a cell for themselves in their basement. Believe me, occupying all that time confined to the same area turned out not to be so fun for me. I find it ironic that people use all that money and time building these things when they can be out enjoying the good life they have now. Instead they prepare for the remote chance of finding themselves in the future shitty apocalypse they expect. Do you want to look forward to eating out of tin cans for the rest of your days?”
Olivia patiently and politely watched a few minutes with him. After several interviews with some of the hardcore people in the show, Olivia screwed up her mouth in distaste. “Have you really looked at some of those survivalist people? If that’s all that’s left afterwards to repopulate the earth, then I don’t have much faith in the future of humanity.” She pointed out one man in particular, who was hogging most of the show’s spotlight. “If what there’s left to pick from is this Papa Hillbilly douching up the screen as the sperm donor, then perhaps it’s best to let the human race die out with some dignity.”
Victor laughed at her musings. He didn’t see many women on the show he would consider continuing the species with either, on a semi-regular basis. He figured his ten million friends wouldn’t find much of a happy future in any of these female prospects.
Olivia’s smile evaporated as her mind turned again to her sudden infamy. Victor saw the dour face she made and pulled her naked glistening body towards him. He would make her forget all about that for a while. It wasn’t long before he stripped the clothes off his body and she climbed on top of him. Victor let her have control for the first bit. He loved watching her face as she drove into his hard shaft, the look of complete pleasure washing over her face. She groaned as she slapped her body down on his and raised it again, enjoying how his wide girth slipped easily in and out of her body. She willed herself to grip soundly around him; compressing around his shaft with all the focus in her body going to that one central point. She was going to make him come until he blacked out. Victor gripped her securely by her waist and swiftly flipped her so she was lying on the bed. His muscled arms wrapped around her body, hugging her into him. He held her against his chest in a firm grip, tightly pressing her against his body.
Olivia folded and melted into him, fitting her frame snugly into his. As he held her, he kissed her deeply, his tongue reaching for hers and connecting with it. She joined her tongue with his, tentatively touching his fondly at first, then passionately twisting it in time with his. He moved in her, slowly, and confidently. Olivia arched her back, and moaned deeply. She mentally unravelled, and opened herself up to him further. With the steady careful way he made love to her and guarded over her, she had never felt so connected to someone like this in her entire life. And for this, she would follow him to the ends of the earth. With his careful thrusts he stoked her desire into an uncontainable swell of lust. He felt her body give as she curved into him and the walls of her channel tightened and relaxed in urgent involuntary tides. Victor gripped her shoulders, still with his arms encircling her around the back, clasping her into him, and pulled her towards him in harder lunges.
He moved against her g-spot and felt her squirm and jolt under him. She let out a breath of surprise mixed with pleasure and groaned in ecstasy as he nudged her sensitive area again and again with his cock. He felt her beginning to quiver internally as she jerked her head back, clamped her legs around him and shrieked uncontrollably. He felt the frenzy of her walls shiver around him as he felt the unbearable pressure unleash in his cock and pool into her trembling core. He squeezed her into him tighter, and buried himself into her right to the hilt, trying to touch the furthest recesses of her body. He groaned and held her to him, their bodies pressed so close together so that she could barely catch her breath. He felt her lie under him as he clung to her. The climax was still coursing through her, and she limply fell away from him, passively letting it drain and fade in her system. She was like a broken doll, with the tension completely sapped away from her body.
Victor raised his head off her chest where he was resting it and gazed at her directly in the eyes.
“I love you lots, Livia,” he stated boldly.
“Really?” she asked. She never thought someone as thrilling, dangerous and reckless as Victor would ever consider someone as mundane and ordinary as her as anything more than a convenient fling.
“Yes, really.”
Olivia’s self doubt clouded her thoughts. “Why? There’s nothing special about me. I’m about as boring as a girl could be. Only you make it exciting.”
“I’ve seen men die for no good reason, men I cared about. And nothing makes sense to me. Except when I am with you.”
He held her close to him and felt the squeeze of her physical response in return. He was still inside her, his spent rod still feeling the slight twitch of her recovering body. He sensed the want in her again, caging in around him once again.
Victor spoke, “Olivia, you know I’m going forward. There’s no turning around and running for me right now. If there’s a safe place that I can drop you off, and I can go on my way to do what I have to do, you let me know. You can still explain to everyone that you were with me against your will. And that you either escaped or convinced me to let you go. No one has the evidence right now to doubt you. I think for you, this is the best thing you can do for yourself right now.”
She looked at him, as sadness filled her heart. There was no way, after what they had just experienced together, that she was going to just let him leave her that way. She let the guilt and the shame of that choice flit past her out of sight and memory. She responded, “I’ve always told you, that I wanted to be there for you. And that hasn’t changed. I can’t let you do this to us. Besides, I feel that whatever the choices I make in life, the universe is still going to mock me for them anyway.”
“I’m giving you a way out, Livs, I really need you to think about this. Seriously.”
“I’ve made my choice. I choose to stay with you,” she said with determination in her voice.
“So you are with me, then?” he asked one final time.
“I am.”
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Victor rode back in the direction they originated from. Olivia was clinging to him behind him, feeling the wind whip against her helmet as they zoomed through the back roads. Before leaving the motel room, Victor unpacked and packed the bags again to try and make Olivia’s burden a bit lighter. Her arms still ached from shouldering the heavy bag during the day’s previous ride. Before going into the main town again, Victor took a detour into a small village, and drove past a chain of small houses. He then turned away from the tiny suburb and travelled back into the country. After heading into an abandoned looking industrial area, they hit more isolated houses. He drove down a narrow dirt road for a few miles before heading up a laneway hidden in some bushes. They saw no sight of any other traffic on the dirt road for the entire length they were on it. Olivia felt completely isolated in this place, like whatever was hidden behind the trees was abandoned long ago. Victor rode up to what looked like an old abandoned small house. The garage door had fallen in and paint was peeling everywhere on the wooden accents of the house. On the corners, Olivia could see some of the grey brick crumbling away.
Victor rolled the bike up to the garage and parked in front of it. He stopped the bike and got out.
“Pit stop,” he said curtly to her as he walked in the front door. It was unlocked, and when Victor opened it, one of the hinges fell away. The door lay crooked and wide open on an angle.
Olivia was about to follow him inside. Victor turned and glanced at her, empty handed. She had relieved herself of the baggage that she had to support on the way there.
“Bring the ba
g please, Liv dear,” he said.
Obediently she went back and grabbed the duffel. She walked into the dark unlit house and followed behind him.
“Me and Troy used to keep a separate secret stash of stuff here,” he said. “In case we needed it. No one at Lucifer’s Breed knows about it. I don’t know if I can go back to the club warehouse. You never know if someone is watching it now, looking for us. Fortunately, we have everything we need right here.”
Victor started unzipping the bags and pulling the money out. He went into the garage and found a large Tupperware bin and started stacking the money inside.
Victor spoke, “We don’t need all this cash now. We can come by and get it later after we have that happy family reunion with Rick. You can unload the other bag for me. We’re going to fill these with a bit of added firepower.”
After the money was emptied into the bin, Victor hefted it away and took it down to the basement of the house. He then walked back up and opened the closet by the front door. Inside Victor picked out and checked out a few handguns. He grabbed several boxes of ammo from the top shelf and started stuffing them into the bag. He waved for Olivia to toss over her bag. He started filling hers with guns and boxes of bullets as well. He left one gun and two boxes of bullets out, and zipped up the bags.
“Ok Liv darling, I’m going to teach you how to shoot.”
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