Page 5 of My Three S**y Bikers

My fist crashed against his face, and I heard the sound of his bones crunching. He backed away from me, but I didn’t give him a chance to recover as I smashed him again. It was an easy thing to do, when I was pissed, hungry and tired. And not necessarily in that order. Seeing your arch enemy manhandling a woman was enough to push anyone over the edge.

“The lady said to leave her alone,” I snarled, warning him that if he tried to hit me, he’d get another punch.

“And?” he spat out and then popped out a tooth.

“Fuck you, Lucky!” He tried to get up but then slumped back down again.

The blonde he’d tried to abuse was huddled at the side. Her eyes were wide, and she was crying. I didn’t mean to scare her, but I thought she would run a mile. What happened to rattle her cage?

“You shouldn’t be here,” I growled at Steel.

“You don’t own the fucking gas station. I can go where I want…”

Before he could finish saying what he wanted to, the cops pulled up. The cashier nodded, meaning he had called them. Good, at least, he had done something useful, even if he should have tried to help the blonde.

“This isn’t over!” Steel fixed his eyes on me as he stood as if he had a surge of energy and wasn’t as weak as he’d been when I first punched him.

The cops were about to enter, and with a bleeding face, he tried to wipe away the blood, but then he walked out to meet them. He would have a lawyer do the talking for them if they took him in.

“Little lady, if you tell the cops what happened, then they can charge Steel.”

“You’re Lucky? He’s Steel? I don’t understand? What type of names are these?” She ignored the hand I offered to help her up and stood, taking a deep breath and avoiding eye contact.

“Yeah, I’m named after Long John Lucky, and as for Steel, he’s very stubborn.” I could tell her interest in my explanation had lasted all of two seconds, so I should be on my way. “Just report him to the cops since he’s trying to talk himself out of the situation then be on your way.”

She shook her head. “For what? He didn’t do anything to me. You came around at the right time.”

Then she sniffled, and I realized she was right. He had been holding her against her will, but he would have to rape or hit her for her to be able to press charges. The cashier calling the cops had been a good call.

“I need to get to my car. My baby’s in there,” she said with her voice trembling, and her eyes widened as if she’d just remembered about her baby.

Shit, she left her kid in the car all this time!

I rushed over to the only car by a pump with her. As we approached the car, I saw the sleeping baby. She opened the door, but her phone was ringing . She took it out of her back pocket.

She didn’t come from these parts, and she had an accent telling me that she wasn’t from these parts. Maybe, that was why Steel was roughing her up. She was fresh meat to him.

I felt guilty for looking at her that way because of her age. She must have been around the same age as my son. Too young to have a baby, for sure.

I felt like a chump as I was hanging around, and she was juggling her baby with one hand and then talking on the phone.

I moved away from her, because I didn’t want to eavesdrop, and it was rude. Besides she seemed fine, and I remembered why I stopped here in the first place.

It was for gas.

When I turned, I noticed she was sobbing. It had to be her, because there was no one else around.

“No. No. No…” she repeated over and over again as I moved toward her. She was putting the baby back into his car seat.

“What’s up, little lady?” I asked as I approached her.

She threw her hands up in the air. “I drove all this way for a job at the Queen’s Bay Inn, to live and work there. All my things are at the back, everything we have, and now, they say the job is gone.”

Fuck!

I shook my head. “You don’t want to work there. And certainly not live there with a baby.”

Her eyes were filled with tears. “Why not?”

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