Page 4 of His Favorite Color is Blood
As soon as he reached his motorcycle, he started looking around to find some kind of plank that would help him roll his ride onto the back of the truck. His brain was frantically weighing the options of where he could take Andrey. Taking him to bed wasn’t a good enough plan. He didn’t want the other Coffin Nails knowing where he was, in case one of them came looking for him and discovered the unregistered bounty. This was a delicate matter, and Grim couldn’t have anyone scaring Andrey. The bird seemed so fragile and confused, in need of a fresh start.
Grim was in luck. There were loading ramps propped underneath an awning nearby, and he grabbed one, dragging it over the grass as he rushed to the truck where both Andrey and the bike were already waiting for him. He was about to start pushing the bike into the bed of the truck when he heard a low thud and a pained groan from the other side of the vehicle. Blood froze in his veins, and he rushed toward the sound, to the passenger’s side of the cab.
“Andrey?”
Andrey was on the ground, his smooth stumps sliding against the damp dirt. As much as Grim wanted to help, his eyes inevitably registered the way Andrey moved. He looked so cute crawling in the sparse grass, so in need of Grim’s strong arms to help him out.
For a moment, Andrey stared back at Grim. “I lost balance,” he said in the end. “I’m sorry.”
Grim ran up to him and quickly picked him up, pushing his fingers over the wet skin of Andrey’s legs. “You need to be more careful. You can’t balance as easily as me,” he said and placed Andrey back in the seat. The seatbelt came next, but with the cab being so high up, not to tempt fate, Grim had to climb inside and lean over Andrey’s lap to fasten it for him. His hand moved along the part of the belt that held down Andrey’s hips, and when his fingers skimmed over the sweet bird’s crotch, lustful sparks made Grim pull away. Safety first.
“Be careful,” he told Andrey before shutting the door again. There was rope in the back, so he managed to secure his bike before quickly climbing into the driver’s seat minutes later. He flashed Andrey a wide smile and started the truck. Even the tank was full. The biker gods were riding in his favor tonight.
Andrey clutched the seatbelt, looking at the darkness between the trees. “Is this your truck?”
Grim had to stop staring at him, or he’d crash, but it was no easy feat. Andrey even smelled like something Grim’s inner predator wanted to munch on all night. Not only did Andrey have the face of an angel, big brown eyes, and full lips, but also brown freckles over the bridge of his nose, dotting his pale, otherwise flawless face. His arms were lean but muscled, probably from moving around in a wheelchair. Leg amputations were a favorite of Grim’s, and Andrey had not one, but both legs missing below the knee. Those were all reasons why he was obsessed enough with Andrey to send him fan mail, even though throughout the years he only got a single reply. Grim had imagined himself licking the smooth scar tissue so many times, and now that the dream was about to come true, a giddy feeling spread throughout his chest.
Andrey was so helpless, so fragile, so beautifully broken, and Grim was there to take care of everything for him. Andrey would fall for him in a heartbeat and become Grim’s only. Even now, Grim could recall Andrey’s orgasm face, all flushed, his lips parted as he moaned and asked to be fucked harder on camera.
“Grim?” Andrey raised his eyebrows.
Grim shuddered and nodded as he drove the truck farther down an asphalt road leading into the woods. “Yeah, we’re going. I just can’t believe you’re sitting here, next to me,” he said, slightly embarrassed to sound like a lovesick puppy. It was him men were usually falling for, ready to take him in their hungry mouths. Then again, one had to put himself out there if they wanted an outcome. And with the raid done, Grim only had so much time to get Andrey out of here, so he switched on the high-beam lights and sped up, rushing for the gates he knew were beyond a long patch of trees.
“I …” Andrey glanced at him warily. “I can’t believe I’m out of there. Even if I was saved by a man in a skull mask, who calls himself Grim.”
Grim hummed and briefly put his hand on Andrey’s thigh. “It’s because of the mask,” he lied. It was the other way around. He chose the mask to represent the name his club brothers started using for him. He was the Grim Reaper the Coffin Nails MC had on call.
The dark shapes of the trees came and disappeared in the ghostly white light, but with the size of the vehicle, Grim needed to be extra cautious for any obstructions on the road, because he wouldn’t be able to avoid them as he wouldon a bike. He spotted a crooked shape ahead and swiftly stepped on the brake, slowing down just enough to easily avoid hitting a car that had fallen on its roof. There was a body halfway out of it, and he scowled.
“Maybe it would be better if you closed your eyes for now? Some people don’t know when to give up and surrender,” Grim muttered, not wanting to inconvenience his helpless, broken bird with things that could be too much of a strain on his mind.
But Andrey kept his eyes open, and his face became an expressionless mask. “They deserve it.”
Grim was so surprised to hear something like that come out of those sweet lips that he looked over at him briefly as he maneuvered the truck around the fallen vehicle, sliding off the asphalt with one side. There were more of them closer to the gate, and Grim cursed beneath his breath as he saw two men in Coffin Nails MC cuts rush into the road with machine guns. “Hide, quick,” he said and leaned forward so his mask could emerge out of the shadows of the cab.
He didn’t need to repeat himself. Andrey unbuckled his belt and slid down to the floor in front of the seat. “Don’t let them take me, please,” he whispered and hid his head under his arms, his voice getting a higher pitch.
“I won’t,” mumbled Grim before waving at the two men, who must have recognized him, as they lowered their weapons. They waved back, and just like that, he was on his way. Air slowly left his lungs when seconds later he passed the gate that had been ripped out of its hinges during the first phase of the raid. He pushed his fingers underneath the mask to let in some air. He was done here.
It took a full minute before Andrey looked up at him with those big eyes and trembling lips that Grim couldn’t wait to have around his cock. Grim’s brothers had no idea that he’d smuggled out the most precious thing in that compound.
“Are we out?” Andrey whispered despite it being just them in the truck.
Grim nodded but drove farther, knowing he needed to drive past the local Coffin Nails clubhouse before he could unpack his prize in peace. The border with Mississippi was within reach, but he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to wait such a long time before he got his hands on Andrey. The bird was clearly scared, and Grim needed a break too.
Andrey was breathtaking the way he looked now, curled up, with what was left of his calves dragging over the clean mat on the floor, small enough to disappear from view and hide from the men who could take him away from Grim.
“We’re not safe yet, but you can get back into the seat. Whatever happens, I’ll handle it.”
Andrey slowly crawled back into the seat, and his heavy breaths filled the cab. “I don’t have anything. My wheelchair was left behind …”
Grim smiled, quickly pulled off the mask, and shook his head. He knew he didn’t look his best now—with shiny skin and sweaty hair—but it was the best he could do in those circumstances. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you a new one.”
Grim enjoyed the way Andrey stalled. “Generous, strong, brave … and handsome? Guess I’ve hit the jackpot, right?” He laughed, but it sounded nervous, and Grim didn’t miss the way Andrey clutched the seatbelt at his chest.
He squeezed Andrey’s shoulder, trying to communicate his good intentions, his support, and his strength. “Relax. I won’t let anything happen to you. They’d have to walk over my dead body,” he promised.
Andrey went silent for a while. “I don’t have any ID. Don’t let the police stop us, okay?”
