Page 27 of Biker's Tribute: Property of Bear

I turn my back on this man and then I feel something warm on my ass. Shame washes through me. Shame I felt when I first started developing. Shame I felt when I experienced a man's lust for the first time as a ten-year-old who had the misfortune of getting her butt and boobs before her fellow classmates.

I'm on the run from the law... what the hell can I do?

"AMANDA!"

Ethan's voice barks from the doorway and I yelp. The hand blatantly groping my butt retracts instinctively. The presence of another man means more to this freak than my boundaries. I throw $60 at the cashier and turn around before Ethan can do anything crazy but...

It's too late. He's gone full crazy mode on his fellow white man. The cashier takes an apple and bites into it... watching the entire scene with her trifling ass...

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Ten

Ethan

Isee this man's hand on Amanda's ass, notice her body tensing with fear and react without thinking. In seconds, I cross the small Cumberland Farms floorspace, grab him by the throat and toss him backwards into a shelf.

Amanda shrieks. "Ethan!"

I know. The cops. This is dangerous. But I don't give a shit. The guy hits his head on the way down and sputters, but he's a big 'un, so he brushes the snack packets away from his body and rises to his feet.

I want to look him in the eye before I kill him.

"Outside," I snarl at him.

"Ethan, THINK!" Amanda screams at me. She's a very observant woman. She notices my hand resting on my breast pocket, willing to put a bullet in this man if he so much as flinches in the wrong direction.

"Sir, I'll have to ask you to take this outside," the cashier says, reaching into her pocket for her phone.

We can't have footage of this. I pull my gun out and she screams so loud, flinching so hard in surprise that her phone goes flying and slides across the floor behind the counter. I point my gun at Mr. Hands and gesture towards the door.

He raises his hands in defeat and wisely obeys my instructions, walking towards the door. Amanda holds onto her snacks and follows me without an instruction. Good instincts on her.

Once we're outside, I conceal the gun as much as possible with my jacket. Mr. Hands keeps his eyes pointed right at the barrel.

"Which car?"

He points to a silver green Buick Enclave and I lead him towards the door.

"Get inside."

"Ethan, think. Prison..."

I glance over my shoulder at Amanda, who is pretty deep into her protein shake for someone concerned about prison...

"Guard the bike," I command her firmly. "I'll be fine."

The man looks at her pleadingly. "I didn't do anything. She'll tell you, man."

Amanda doesn't move. Does she really think her presence will stop me from killing this man?

"You touched her ass," I growl at her. "I saw you. Now you apologize to her, or I'll paint your windshield with your brain."

Amanda makes an uncomfortable grunt. The man has a wet spot on the front of his crotch already. Dick.

"I'm sorry," he blubbers. "I'm sorry. I didn't know she had a boyfriend. Just a little harmless flirting. I'm SORRY!"

I shove the gun back into my jacket. Relief floods the man's face. Too soon. I grab him again and shove him up against the Buick. He yelps, but that yelp turns into a downright scream as I force his shoulder out of the socket, dislocating it with ease as I shove him to the ground.

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