Rage Against The Machine: Special Edition (Dan & Chloe Book 1)

by Flamank, Nathan L.

  Rage Against The Machine:

  Special Edition.

  Nathan L. Flamank

  Copyright 2014.

  This one’s for Sexy-Bra, in many ways they all are, and for Ross: gone but never forgotten.

  Also By The Author:

  Rage Against The Machine (the best-selling erotic thriller)

  Second Chance (the number one best-selling erotic thriller)

  Unfinished Business (a RATM short story)

  When Cows Have Wings & Other Short Stories

  Midnight (a Seth & Amber Halloween Erotic Encounter)

  Seth & Amber: The complete erotic tales

  Unwrapped (a Seth & Amber Christmas Erotic Encounter)

  Unwrapped: Boxing Day (a Seth & Amber Christmas Erotic Encounter)

  Unwrapped Special Edition (contains both Unwrappeds and a bonus story)

  On Deadly Ground (the sequel to Rage Against The Machine)

  Bad Valentine (a Seth & Amber Valentine’s Erotic Encounter)

  Author’s Note:

  I’d like to offer my thanks to my loyal fans who have been with me from the very beginning, and a special shout out must be made to members of ‘Erotic Encounters With Seth & Amber’...ladies you’re all amazing and I really appreciate all your kind words of encouragement.

  For new readers feel free to catch me on Facebook (I interact a lot with fans so just look for my name on FB and introduce yourself).

  A special thank you to the following pages on FB who have helped to spread the word: KORNER KAFE EXPOSED, WHAT TO READ AFTER FIFTY SHADES OF GREY and many others that promote indie authors like me...and they do it all for FREE.

  Contents:

  Rage Against The Machine (a novel)

  Unfinished Business (a RATM short story)

  Not A Gun In Sight (a never before published RATM short story)

  Rage Against The Machine.

  PART ONE

  For evil to triumph it only takes for good men to do nothing.

  They say that danger is the most powerful of aphrodisiacs – Anon

  For they have sown the wind,

  And they shall reap the whirlwind – Hosea 8:7

  Hertfordshire, ENGLAND.

  Dan Constantine sped down the motorway. The Astin Martin’s speedometer showed that he was doing a little under 140mph. Speed cameras and the police were the least of his worries on this cloudless night.

  In portent of the terrible events to come the full moon was a blood red in colour, anticipating the violence to come on this summer evening. Dan’s once steady eyes kept flitting to the rear-view mirror, constantly checking for the vehicle that he was in no doubt was back there in pursuit. Dan’s right shoulder ached incessantly from the gunshot wound he had received only an hour ago and his heart was beating at a far higher rate than he was used to. What the fuck’s happened to me, why did I run? He thought to himself. Dan knew he had to settle his nerves, that the adrenalin surging through his system would soon abate and he would be left with the after effects, and exhaustion would consume him; he needed to steady his breathing and calm his nerves.

  He was okay for fuel having filled the car earlier that day before the psycho had come into his life, when all he had planned was a night in front of the television. George had screwed up that idea but Dan couldn’t think about George or to the events that had led him to be speeding down the motorway at 2am in the morning, his only concern right then was to put as much distance between him and the psycho that he knew was back there, somewhere in the dark.

  Dan passed the entrance to a service station and soon he was shooting past the exit lane too. Briefly, in the car’s headlights, he caught the shadowy outline of a person standing at the exit ramp with their thumb out. A woman he thought but the image was only fleeting as he sped by.

  Dan looked in the rear-view mirror at the rapidly receding figure and without thinking he slammed on the brakes, his foot pressing down hard on the pedal, smoke rising from the locked wheels. In a squeal of brakes and rubber the car came to a total stop a few hundred yards from the exit ramp. He sat there, his hands so tight on the wheel his knuckles had turned white. Dan’s heartbeat began to slow and he studied the lone figure in his mirror. For some reason that he couldn’t explain he knew instinctively that he should pick the stranger up. What if the next car to come along belonged to the psycho from the club? What would he do to this stranded hitcher? Would he pick them up? Would he run them down in a spur of the moment hit and run? In Dan’s mind he saw the psycho deliberately hit the prone hitcher, the body flying over the car to land in a mess of broken bones and spilled blood. Or would the psycho just drive on by, intent only on catching Dan as he had promised he would? Dan had no idea as to the psycho’s intentions, all he did know was that he could not in good conscience leave an innocent stranger open to the possibility of danger.

  Dan put the gears into reverse and sped back down the motorway using the mirrors to guide him. A lorry passed by on the opposite side of the motorway, its big rig lights illuminating the roadway and Dan could see that the nocturnal stranger was indeed a woman and as he got closer he could see that she was young and petit. He slowed the car alongside the woman and before he had even come to a full stop the woman was opening the door and leaning in to him through the gap in the open door. The interior bulb lit the woman and his initial observations were that of cleavage, black hair and stocking tops, then she spoke, her face towards him, she had succulent “bee-stung” lips, her eyes locked on his, ‘You’re not a pervert or anything like that are you?’ Her voice was soft and timbered with a slight raspy undertone.

  ‘Not that I’m aware of,’ he managed to spit out.

  ‘Good,’ she replied and climbed into the car, she slipped her high heels off and flexed her stockinged toes and then fastened her seatbelt. She dropped her small clutch bag in the side pocket of the passenger door.

  ‘Well?’ She said indicating the road ahead and that he should drive.

  ‘Right.’

  Dan put the car in gear and quickly accelerated, soon he was back to doing 120mph and accelerating further pushing the engine towards its top limits.

  ‘I’m Chloe.’

  ‘Dan.’

  ‘Pleased to meet you Dan.’

  ‘Likewise.’

  Dan couldn’t help but look at her, casting glances from the empty road ahead to the young woman sat beside him. He estimated she was barely out of her teens and she was very attractive, almost overwhelmingly so. It wasn’t just her physical appearance, she exuded a certain confidence that he hadn’t seen in someone so young and it made for a heady concoction. To top it all off the way she was dressed left almost nothing to the imagination.

  Chloe was wearing a very short black metallic dress with a deep plunging neckline. Its spaghetti straps showed off her perfect shoulders, her skin the colour of honey. Her breasts were so exposed that her nipples were almost visible; the darker flesh of the areola creeping from the fabric. The dress was so short that her stocking tops and suspender straps were clearly seen. Chloe’s thighs held his gaze for longer than he had intended and he reddened, glad that it was night time and that his embarrassment would be hidden from the young woman. He had tried not to stare but he knew that she had clocked him and he felt a twinge of shame.

  ‘I know; I look like a slut but there’s a reason for it,’ Chloe said, ‘I was at a fancy dress party. I’ve just come from it, I left my date back there at the services when it got, no, when he got too much for me.’

  ‘Sorry I didn’t mean to stare, really, I’m not a pervert,’ he laughed nervou
sly and to his own ears he sounded like a total jackass.

  ‘It’s okay Dan, I really don’t mind in the slightest.’ She laughed and unlike him she didn’t sound at all nervous, in fact she sounded confident and assured, which surprised him, especially considering that she had taken a lift from a complete stranger in the middle of the night.

  Dan kept checking the mirror between glancing at her and watching the motorway in front. Several minutes passed in a strange easy silence and eventually he felt obliged to say something.

  ‘Why did you leave him?’ He asked, ‘I mean your date, if I’m not being too intrusive.’

  ‘Not at all, simple really, he was a total fuckwit. I only met him this evening, a friend of a friend and all that. He turned out not to be the best chaperone a girl could have.’

  ‘In what way?’

  Chloe laughed, ‘He kept trying to touch me up and cop a feel, and he didn’t take the hints that I wasn’t interested in him in that way. If he hadn’t been a friend of my friend I’d have knocked his lights out, know what I mean?’

  ‘Sure,’ he replied, ‘what were you going as?’

  ‘A slut, it was one of those vicars and tarts affairs, very naff, hugely embarrassing but fun as well up to a point.’

  Dan’s initial wariness of this underdressed woman had evaporated and he couldn’t understand why. He just knew that he liked her; he liked her openness and frank honesty. They fell into an easy silence. Several miles passed, and then just when Dan didn’t think the night could get any more bizarre it did: Chloe said, ‘So tell me Dan, have you ever fallen in love with someone this quickly before?’

  The car was almost in the central barriers before he got the steering wheel back under control.

  ‘What?’ Dan choked out.

  Chloe was smiling at him; he could see it in the darkness, the slight sparkle of white teeth. ‘We both know there was a spark between us the second I got in the car. What else could it be; other than love at first sight?’

  Dan spluttered and coughed, ‘Are you crazy? I’m old enough to be your father!’

  Chloe laughed and turned in her seat to face him, as she did Dan’s eyes were drawn to her legs, her suspenders now on full show from where the dress had ridden higher up her thighs.

  ‘Jesus Christ Chloe! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?’ he managed, tearing his eyes away from her legs.

  ‘Sorry but I’m not embarrassed and neither should you be, and I very much doubt you’re old enough to be my dad, I’m nineteen and you’re what?’

  ‘Thirty one.’

  ‘There you go, so unless you were fucking at the tender age of eleven it’s a scientific impossibility.’

  ‘You’re crazy!’ Dan proclaimed and shook his head trying to clear his mind.

  ‘No, I’m not and you know it, what else would you call it but love?’

  ‘Mutual attraction?’ Dan said, still trying to cope with the whole situation.

  ‘Don’t be asinine, it’s more than that, its fate that we met and are falling in love.’

  ‘We’ve known each other for ten minutes!’

  ‘So, that doesn’t change the facts,’ Chloe said in her soft voice that he was beginning to like hearing. This is nuts! He thought to himself.

  ‘Fuck! Are you trying to scare me, because if you are then you’re succeeding?’ It was unbelievable, the whole thing. What was she, some kind of nut, but there was something deep down inside him, something he tried to ignore that whispered to him that maybe she was right.

  ‘No I’m not trying to scare you,’ she said and she put her hand gently on his left thigh and he almost jumped out of his seat, ‘You’re scared enough as it is but we’ll get on to that in a minute.’

  He kept glancing in his rear-view mirror, there was still no visible tail, but he knew that one was out there, somewhere in the dark and closing in on him – on them. Dan glanced quickly at Chloe, making sure to keep his eyes on hers before resuming watching the road out the windscreen.

  ‘Fate you say?’

  Chloe nodded, ‘Yes, look why else would I have been standing where I was when logic dictates that I would have had a better chance of getting a lift home by staying up at the main building to the services, one of the cafes maybe, or I could have rang for a taxi even, I have the money for one. Or I could have stayed with my date, he only went off to the toilet, he was a jerk but he would have given me a lift home because of my friend. I could have done a hundred different things, all of them easier than walking in the pitch dark, dressed like this, in these heels, all the way down to the motorway’s entrance ramp. I’d have to be crazy, unless...’ Chloe let the sentence hang in the air.

  ‘Unless what?’ Dan asked taking the bait.

  ‘Unless fate wanted me to be there at that exact moment. That exact time when you would be driving by. When you shot by me you couldn’t have seen me or my outfit as anything other than a brief blur so you didn’t stop for a cheap thrill. Something made you stop, and on this of all nights when stopping was the last thing you had in mind or wanted to do, so if not fate what then?

  ‘Coincidence?’ Dan said, but he knew that she’d have none of it.

  ‘Bullshit!’ Chloe said, ‘and you know it, you’re not stupid and neither am I.’

  ‘Still...’ He had nothing else to add so he shut his mouth and concentrated on his breathing, desperately trying to settle his rattled nerves.

  ‘Why is it so hard to believe in love at first sight: in fate?’

  Dan laughed gently and said, ‘Because that only happens in films and in novels.’

  ‘Maybe but where did the writers get those ideas from, had to happen somewhere for someone to even think about writing such things.’

  ‘Chloe, you’re stunning, I won’t lie about that, you look like, well I don’t know.’ He wasn’t making any sense. ‘I find you very attractive and intriguing, but love at first sight, come on?’

  ‘Come on nothing,’ she paused, the tip of her tongue licked her lips, and then she added, ‘well, not yet!’

  The words sunk in as Dan played mental catch up. He coughed and almost choked as he realised what she had meant by her blatant sexual come-on.

  ‘Fucking hell, you’re not exactly backward in coming forward are you?’

  ‘Actually I’m normally quite shy, I know I don’t look it dressed like this, but I explained my outfit.’ Chloe smiled mischievously at Dan. ‘Besides, the fact that you’ve had a raging hard-on ever since we met I know you like it.’ She laughed warmly and rubbed his thigh with her delicate fingers. Again Dan almost jumped in his seat, he couldn’t believe her forthrightness.

  ‘Chloe I don’t need this.’ Dan shook his head, again trying to clear his mind, too many thoughts and desires were clouding his brain, he laughed, ‘I really don’t need this.’

  ‘I know, you’re having one hell of a night, but like I said we’ll get onto that in a minute. First I need you to acknowledge that you’re falling for me, I’m not embarrassed to admit that I’ve already fallen for you, and neither should you be.’

  Dan squeezed his eyebrows together with his right hand and blew out a huge breath of held air, this was crazy, and probably the craziest thing to happen to him since, well an hour or so ago, and this day was proving to be absolutely bizarre. Dan struggled to think straight.

  ‘I’ll admit that as crazy as it sounds there is a connection between us, I don’t know what, but that’s the best I can manage for now.’

  ‘Okay,’ Chloe sat back in her seat and faced the windscreen, she didn’t remove her hand from his leg and Dan couldn’t explain why but he was greatly comforted by her small act of companionship. This whole situation, this whole night was crazy; he still couldn’t explain why he had run when the psycho had told him to, he would have to think about that more when he had the time to actually sit and think, so far all he’d been doing was reacting to the events as they occurred and he needed to take a moment soon to really evaluate his situation.

 
‘That’ll do for now,’ Chloe said. She patted his thigh affectionately.

  Dan felt compelled to talk and said with embarrassment, ‘Chloe you’re right, about the hard-on, and I’m sorry, I’m really not a pervert, I’m sorry.’

  Chloe smiled, ‘Don’t be, and we’ll sort that problem out later but right now I want to know who you’re running from.’

  Dan glanced quickly at her, ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘About what? Sorting your hard-on out or who you’re running from?’

  ‘Christ, the latter, I don’t even want to think about the former!’

  Chloe laughed, and he realised that she had laughed a lot since he’d picked her up and he was beginning to love the sound of it.

  ‘You’re obviously running from someone.’

  ‘Is that right?’ Dan said, trying to sound sarcastic, attempting to deflect her probing questions.

  ‘Yeap,’ Chloe put her stockinged feet up on the dashboard, her dress slipped up her thighs leaving nothing to the imagination. Dan’s eyes went where she expected them to.

  He sighed, ‘You’re very sexually confident, aren’t you?’

  ‘Only because it’s you, and you’re changing the subject again, I know you’re running from something.’

  ‘Is that so? And how do you know that?’

  ‘Fine.’ She sighed theatrically. ‘We’ll do it your way.’ Chloe used her fingers to count her observations off, ‘One, you were going, what? A hundred and thirty when you shot by me?’

  ‘Actually one twenty.’

  ‘Right, two,’ another delicate finger was raised, ‘You keep looking in the rear-view mirror every ten seconds, that and casting furtive glances at me hoping to glimpse my tits for which you’d only need to ask. Three, you’ve been doing one twenty for the last thirty miles and several speed cameras have flashed us and that hasn’t bothered or slowed you.’ Chloe ran her hand over his knee, and this time he didn’t jump, her confidence was infectious. ‘Four, your knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel, indicating high stress levels.’ Chloe shifted in her seat and he almost caught sight of her left nipple as her plunging neckline stretched downwards.