THE MAILMAN

"...Ahh fuck, yes! Right there baby!"

That woman whimpering and moaning in pleasure is Zoe, one of my many hook-ups, and my favourite, but don't tell anyone that. She's lively as shit, and man, she gets the gears running.

"Ahhh fuckkk!! I'm cummingg!!"

She's the type of chick who'll chop your balls off if you say something wrong to her, she's batshit crazy but, that's what I like about her. It keeps 'em coming back for more.

The woman who was straddled on top of the well-built and leaned out man collapses to the side of him, catching her breathe while her face smushes itself into the pillow; the man looking to her while taking a puff of his cigarette.

"...Another round honey?"

She's an eager son of a bitch I'll tell you that, man, if she wasn't fuckin' someone before she dies. She wouldn't be god damn dyin'.

The woman raises herself on her elbow and kisses the cheek of the man beside her, slowly straddling herself on top of him again while kissing down his neck, inserting his member into her once again. Moving to his ear to whisper something incredibly dirty as she bucks her hips in all directions while grinding against him.

Suddenly, a ringtone fills the entirety of the room. Zoe slowing down as it grows annoyingly more troublesome, speaking out loud towards Kylan.

"Aren't you gonna get that, dumbass?"

I smirk and look into her eyes, giving a little smack on her left asscheek.

"Get what? I don't hear shit"

Zoe removes my hand from her waist and throws it down on the bed, the liveliness in her waking up again; the phone on the nightstand rings and rings but no one answers 'cause, well, I'm sure you can figure it out.

I didn't bother telling her that they'll find me if I don't answer, 'cause well quite frankly, I don't get breaks, and Zoe is the type of woman who hates being interrupted; she damn near stopped my heart the last time I said I had to go.

Ain't never doing that shit again I'll tell ya; she's a scary bitch, but hell, she knows what she's doing.

A few hours pass, and it's just hit dusk; Zoe is passed out on the right side of the bed while Kylan is up and at them smoking a cigarette out on the porch, taking out his phone and turning it on, taking note of the large amount of missed calls.

I let out a heavy sigh, throwing my cigarette to the ground; stepping on it with my boot to set it out. Calling back the number and raising it to my ear, it connects through.

"You miss call again, I crush you small man. We call, you answer."

A man with a strong Russian accent says.

"Yeah yeah you fucking meat bag. I know what I agreed to, what's the job this time?"

"Jewels. Boss wants jewels. Sending store now."

"I'll be a few hours. If that's okay..?"

"Yes-"

"Course it's okay. Roid rage son of a bitch."

I hang up the phone and go to wake up Zoe, she does her best to flail around and whack me but I've done this game so many times with her I can calm her in my sleep.

Plus, to be honest, most of my scars are from her fucking outrages.

"Zoe, wake the fuck up!"

She continues to whack me with the pillow, it feels like a pillowcase full of bricks hitting you; girls got an arm.

"Woman, wake the fuck up! I gotta go!"

Zoe is a heavy ass sleeper, I swear I could bring someone here, torture them then kill them, hide the body all the while she's in fuckin' sleepyville. Then it's all "Good morning babyyy!!!"

Jesus christ.

"Zoe!"

I grab the pillow from her and whack her back a few times, suddenly jerking her awake.

Oh, yeah, you wake up Zoe when she's sleepin'. Chances are you ain't gonna live, she's killed a few of her clients who told her to piss off 'cause their wives were coming back.

Man, my typa woman.

"What the fuck Kylan?! You know I need my beauty sleep! You dick!"

"Relax sweetcheeks, you needa go 'cause I got a job."

While I'm talking, Zoe makes a move for my gun which is on the nightstand; I ain't stupid, and she knows it, plus unlike her other clients, I actually exercise.

I grab the gun before she can raise it to me, cock back the slide and remove the magazine. Throwing it on the bed before putting my hand around her neck and throwing on the mattress, repeating what I said.

"You gotta go. I got a job."

The thing with Zoe is, she understands my situation. Unlike my other flings, she knows what I do and she's totally cool with it; plus she's crazy hot, so ain't no fuckin' way I'm risking someone finding her here.

She makes a pouty face, but slowly starts to understand.

"I don't like leavin' here, you know that right?"

"Yeah. 'Course I do. But you ain't got a choice Zo, I'll make it up to you later."

"...Promise?"

I let a heavy sigh. It's the same rodeo with her every time I got a job.

"...Yeah Zo. I promise."

"Okey-dokey, now get your damn hand off my neck unless you wanna be late."

I release my hand from her neck and pull her up, as she makes her into the bathroom, turning on the shower before shouting to speak to me.

"I need a ride into the city honey!"

"Fine! You crazy bitch!"

I hear a giggle from behind the door as I roll my eyes and finish putting on my jacket, custom job by the boss which is pretty sweet; it's a little colorful for my taste but god damn, do I look good wearing it. Plus, y'know, if I didn't I'd probably be dead. You ain't gonna refuse a gift this nice from a mob boss.

Zoe comes out of the bathroom, dressing into my old motorcycle jacket and some jeans with high boots, letting her hair flow down her back.

I look to her while at the door, my hand resting on the upper wooden part of the doorway, lightly tapping it to get her attention.

"You done?"

"Always so bossy. Live a little Ky."

I roll my eyes away from her. Turning to walk away as I mumble under my breath.

"...Jesus. I told her not to call me that."

Unlucky for me, Zoe was right behind me when I mumbled. She walks in front of me and smacks my cheek while spinning.

"Well boo-hoo sweetie, you're stuck with me now so expect to hear it every day of your boring ass life."

I watch her walk away into the hallway and turn towards the front door, a slight smirk appears on my face as I follow after her, grabbing my bag from the lounge as I walk towards the door, throwing it over my left shoulder while I grab my motorcycle helmet from the coat rack and disappear into the vast wilderness of the outside.

Zoe is resting herself on my bike with her right foot raised on the frame, holding the helmet with both hands above her waist while I take a quite small key out of my pocket and lock the main door behind me, grabbing the outer one and swinging it into place before placing the key into the lock and turning it. Turning around and walking down the stairs leading to the porch; opening the mailbox a few feet away from the porch, and placing the key inside, closing it and turning the tiny lock on the top.

Walking to my bike, Zoe places her helmet on her head and lets her arms fall down to her sides, grabbing the wrist of her left arm with her right arm; one of her legs slightly bent at the knee.

I place the fully black gym bag on the ground, bringing my helmet across to my stomach and gripping the left side of it with the hand that was carrying the bag, placing it on my head and latching the clip underneath my chin. Throwing my leg over the bike, grabbing the bag from the ground and placing it over my right shoulder, looking back to Zoe as she throws her leg over the bike behind me and places her hands on my waist and her head on my right shoulder as I rev up the motorbike and accelerate pretty harshly, disappearing into the woodland outskirts, weaving around all types of trees.

Zoe tightens her grip around me a few times, moving her head to the side so she's facing my ear, raising her voice.

"You've gained a few pounds!"

I heard her perfectly fine, but I thought I'd have some fun with her, because she's a teasing son of a bitch.

"WHAT?!"

"YOU'VE GAINED WEIGHT!!"

"SPEAK UP!!"

"YOU'VE. GAINED. WEIGHT!!"

"YOUR ASS ISN'T AS FAT!!"

She whacks me cleanly across the back of my head, my helmet damn near buckling off; removing her head from my shoulder and releases her tight grip from my waist, shouting into my ear again.

"You're a piece of shit!!"

I smirk under my helmet, making a sharp left as I breeze across leaves and underneath trees, quickly retorting.

"And you're fuckin' crazy"

She pouts under her helmet, as I start to slow down and pull up in front of an abandoned tunnel running into the city; it leads to a pretty sweet neighbourhood, got some free escapes in my early days due to the doors being unlocked. Man, those people are great.

I throw my leg off the bike onto the ground, kicking the stand out from the side and walking towards the gate leading into the tunnel, noticing it's locked, meanwhile Zoe takes her helmet off and let's out a shaky breath.

"Hard to breathe in these things Ky, not to mention you drive a fucking idiot, why don't you just use a damn car?"

I look back to her and fold my arms, looking up and down while saying a prayer to god help me.

" 'Cause, I don't like 'em. Their too big, too complicated, and they look ugly. With a bike, you can sift in between cars, get places where they can't. And, not to mention, they keep me fucking alive. I woulda been dead a long time ago if I was driving a damn car."

Zoe senses a certain tone in my voice, as I see cock her head to the side, speaking back.

"...You never learned to drive one, did you?"

I let out a heavy sigh and look to the sky, just as Zoe burts out laughing.

"Holy shit! You can't drive a car! Big scary Ky can't drive a fucking stick shift!"

She continues laughing as I turn around and take the bag off my shoulder, placing it on the ground and pulling out a crowbar, prying it into the rusted lock and pulling inward, while Zoe tries to form a sentence in between chortles.

"Come onn! Don't be like that! I think it's pretty cute, like you just refuse to drive nothing other than a bike."

Just as she finishes her sentence, the gate springs wide and the lock breaks off, taking refuge into the thick shrubbery growing into the bottom of the gate as I kneel back down and place the crowbar into the bag, replying to Zoe at the same time.

" 'Cause I have no need to drive anything else Zo, I don't have leisure time where I can joyride through the city with my kids and shit. Besides, my bike isn't half as ugly as the shit people drive on the roads."

Zoe looks to the floor then all around her, placing her arms by her side and pushing them forward while speaking.

"You have kids?! With who?!"

I shrug before going back to zipping the bag, throwing it around my right shoulder again before slowly walking back to the bike.

"I don't know. Probably. I've fucked a ton of women Zo."

She looks at me then to the ground, then back up to me, looking me dead in the eyes and chuckling before looking away.

"Man, I can just imagine a little Ky running around while his mother calls you a bastard, a prick, and whatever else."

I let out a small chuckle and Zoe lightens up, lunging forward a small bit and pointing at me.

"Yes!! I made you laugh!!"

I throw my leg back over the bike, grabbing the helmet from the right handle.

"Yeah yeah congratulations, now get your fuckin' leg over so we can go."

I put my helmet back on, and buckle the clip underneath my chin once again; continuing to speak.

"Don't ever make me think of that shit again"

Zoe chuckles again, placing her hand above her left right and saluting.

"Aye aye captain"

I roll my eyes under my helmet while Zoe puts her helmet back on, I kick the stand back into it's upright position and rev harshly, picking up speed in a matter of seconds, weaving through water, grass and whatever else is in this shithole.

"...Y'know, I wouldn't mind teaching you how to drive a stick"

Zoe says into my ear, her tone of voice quite low and sweet.

"Maybe. But not in your shitty ass car, I'd rather swerve into an oncoming car."

"Jesus, will you ever shut up about my damn car"

"Nope"

I pick up more speed as I reach the end of the tunnel, the sunlight gleaming off my helmet as I punch through to the other side; the atmosphere of the city filling my view. The high rise buildings and the many airplanes, helicopters, taking off into the horizon become more and more clear as I keep up my speed.

After a while of taking it in, I slip down a hidden beaten path to the right of the overlook into the city; being careful while going down as Zoe is right behind me. Normally, I'd jet down it pretty quickly; popping a few front wheelies on the way down so I don't actually kill myself in the most stupid way possible.

Zoe speaks up behind me, a tone of worriness in her voice.

"You sure you know what you're doing?"

"Yeah. I'm sure."

I continue to take it slowly down the steep hill, eventually reaching the bottom of the path and sharply turning right onto the new opened up path; passing the mountain that attracts all the tourists.

"Now if you look to your right, you will see the gigantic fuck off mountain that every can't get enough of."

"Wowee, you're a natural"

Zoe says as I continue to speed down the path, passing through trees and shrubbery as I accelerate towards the city.

"I'm droppin' you off in an alley, by the way."

"Nuh uh. Not in these jeans. My house, your house, or nothin'."

"Zoe. Every agency in the damn city is out to get me, or someone close to me. I ain't risking you getting caught and being questioned."

"I can take care of myself darlin'."

"I damn know fucking well you can, but I ain't gonna risk it."

Zoe knew not to argue with me. I had to wire that into her the moment we met.

"Fine.. But it's nice to know you give a shit about me."

I smirk underneath my helmet, quickly retorting once again.

"Nah. The sex is too good. I'd hate to lose it."

"Hey! You dick!"

"Christ. You're so easy to wind up."

She lets out a groan as I take the backroads of the city, veering my bike into a nearby alley near Zoe's place. Kicking the stand out and placing my foot on the ground on the left side of me. Looking back at her before speaking.

"Your stop, ma'am."

She whacks me across the head again, taking off her helmet and whipping her leg over the bike; cementing her two feet into the ground as she lifts up my helmet and plants a deep kiss on my lips, letting it fall back into place.

"See you later handsome. You better call me."

I stick out my right foot and lightly drag it across the floor while accelerating, quickly orienting myself to the exit of the alley as I jet off into the distance, giving a signal to Zoe by throwing my two fingers to the side; placing my hand back onto the handle and veering a strong left, following the multiple alleys connecting to each other as I drive into an abandoned run down driveway of a home, I swing my leg over the bike after shutting it off and placing my helmet on the left handle and stepped in front of the garage door; looking it over and putting my focus on the bottom, noticing the t-handle lock is rusted to shit.

Just for the sake of trying, I turn the handle to the left and pull it up. Ironically, I hear a click on the other side as I start to push up; the door violently creaking and stopping now and then as it reaches the top, sliding into place below the ceiling.

"Holy shit, this is too easy"

I blurt out loud in between lightly chuckling, moving back to my bike and turning the key; the hum of the engine coming to life and the lights illuminating the quite inviting garage, a small desk on the far right side with a toolrack full of tools spanning the entire left wall, pretty well in-shape but that's 'cause the air didn't hit 'em; I slowly ride and orient my bike into the garage walls, turning the key once more as the engine dims immediatelty, swinging my leg over and looking up to the sliders that hold the door in place; pushing against the door at the top as it slides back down into place, locking itself a few minutes later. I step back from the garage door, and grab the bag off my right shoulder, walking to the left side of my motorcycle and placing it up next to the body; putting my hand on the floor and sitting down on the ground, resting my head on the bag while I extend my legs out on the ground, leaving one of them bent at the knee.

Suddenly, my phone rings and I let out a heavy sigh, wrestling with my jacket to get it out of my pocket before answering it, Zoe's voice piercing through the speaker.

"Heyyyy Kyy!!"

I quickly remove my phone from my ear, putting my finger in my ear to stop the ringing; my face contorting in all sorts of directions to help. After a few seconds, I put my phone back near my ear, putting my other hand on my knee which is raised into the air. Speaking back to Zoe in an soft yet annoyed tone.

"Jesus Zo, inside voice for fuck sake."

"Kyyyy!!! I miss you!!!"

I don't think I needa explain this one. She loves doing exactly the opposite of what I say.

"You didn't call me so I thought I'd call you instead, nice surprise right?"

I let out a sigh and chuckle slightly, playing along with her.

"Oh yeah, really nice surprise. I love hearing a sirens voice in my ear when I'm trying to nap"

"Oh well, I didn't wanna hear a dude with a low ass octave in my ear at this time but here we are"

"...What do you want Zo?"

"Am I not allowed you to call you when I miss you Ky?"

"When I'm on a job, no. I've told you this."

"You're a reallyy good multi-tasker Ky, is that not a thing in your work life?"

"Only when their important"

"...I'd say I'm pretty important to you right? I give you a release"

"Jesus just stop talking, I don't wanna hear all that you do for me. You ain't my mother or my fuckin wife."

"Get a ring while you're out then because it's about fuckin-"

I hang up my phone and place it back in my pocket, relaxing my arms and resting them on my legs, my right forearm skewed sideways on my right upper thigh, while my left is fully extended on my upper thigh down to my knee. Shutting my eyes and throwing my head back against the body of my motorcycle, my bag perched underneath my neck; I near immediately fall asleep, catching some shut eye for the job ahead.

A few hours pass and I jerk myself awake, shaking my head a few times and slapping my face across the face to wake up properly; getting up slowly so I don't fall on my ass, putting my hand on the ground as I push myself up onto my feet, steadying myself after I get up. I walk around the garage for a bit to wake my legs up, stopping at the bag before grabbing the sling and throwing it over my right shoulder, pulling out my phone from my pocket and noticed a few missed calls and texts from Zoe ranging from cussing me out, teasing me, and being supportive.

"Man, she really is the love of my life" I utter sarcastically.

I move to the garage door and lift it up to open the outside world, letting it rest in the upper slats as I move over to my bike, and throw my leg over, grabbing my helmet from the handle and placing it over my head, reaching my hands underneath my chin and fastening the clip, turning the key to light it up, kicking the kickstand up and balancing myself, using my right hand to push in the clutch and my thumb to flick the engine on, using my right foot to kick down to first gear, slowly releasing the clutch and revving the bike, reversing the bike out of the garage and whipping it around once I hit the pathway, revving the engine as I speed off past the house and zip around corners, taking in the city skylights and it's surrounding streets as I make my way to the jewellery store, taking shortcuts through back alleys.

I know this city like the back of my two hands, after all, I grew up here. I've been a criminal for as long as I can remember, went to juvie a few times but hey, I've never been inside the big boy prisons so I'm doin somethin right at least.

I pull out of an alley and on my left I spot the jewellery store, turning my bike into the small alley beside it, pulling the clutch handle in and switching the gear to neutral, flicking the engine switch to off before turning the key to turn the lights off on the dash; kicking the kickstand out onto the ground and stashing my bike closer to the wall below a...

"Huh, how convenient"

While stashing my bike against the wall, I look up for a second, spotting a vent cover that's leading into the jewellery store building, putting my bike up against the wall facing down towards the vent; climbing up onto the seat and trying to pry off the cover but from the looks of it, it's bolted down.

"Well, at least they ain't total idiots"

I attempt to undo the screws on either side of the cover with my hands, taking off my right glove and turning and turning but to no avail.

"What the fuck did they use to put these in, christ"

I slip my right glove back onto my hand, jumping down from my bike and throwing my bag from my shoulder onto the ground, opening it up and grabbing the crowbar from earlier; stepping back onto my seat and digging the crowbar into the vent, putting pressure on the end and jiggling it back and forth until it eventually gives way and pops off, I quickly grab it with my hand to stop it bouncing off the ground and going boom.

Letting out a sigh of relief, slowly stepping down from the bike seat and placing the vent cover beside my motorbike, moving over to my bag on the ground and placing my crowbar back inside before grabbing my SIG Sauer P22, the slide is stratched to shit and the handle is wrapped with my boxing tape, it's seen better days but it gets the job done. Besides, it's only a precaution; I prefer putting them to sleep. I place the SIG in the back of my trousers, covering it with my jacket while kneeling down and zipping my bag up to the top, grabbing it by the handle and carrying it by my side, stepping up onto my motorbike seat again and throwing it into the vent, noticing it got just halfway in.

"Fuck, well, time to get my hands dirty"

I pull myself up by the little metal sticking out at the bottom of the vent, just fitting into the vent itself, but it's quite closed in, so I'm having a really great time.

I put both hands on the back of the bag and push it forward while using my legs to move, I'm on my back and pushing the bag with my hands upside down, I shoulda brought some booze and Zoe with some music, this is a perfect place for a rave.

Suddenly, I hear a thump on the far side of me, looks like the bag fell out and hit the ground; if someone is here, I've been blown already.

I continue to push myself from my legs while still on my back, my head tilted to the right due to my helmet being pretty large.

I got a big head, alright? Ain't my fault.

I reach the edge of the vent and feel for the metal sticking out again, eventually finding it and putting both of my hands on it, pushing myself out with my legs with quite a bit of force, giving way and doing a tiny flip to reach the wall, letting my hands go and landing on my two feet on the ground; doing a little bow as I hit the floor.

I ain't an idiot, I know there's cameras. I cased this joint so many times when I was younger, hell, I even know the alarm code because my uncle used to work here and given that my parents were uh, well, not very parenty. He took me here, and closed up.

I pick up my bag which is squished on the ground due to the vent, dusting it off and trying my best to pamper it up back to it's normality. Looking it over.

"Ehhh, good enough I suppose. Better not fuck me over or I'm shoving the jewels in my helmet"

I carry it by my side, walking over to the alarm panel and inputting the code, some part of me has that feeling they changed the code after he left, but I'm still gonna try regardless.

Inputting the numbers one by one, I slowly put my hand down and crack my neck, tapping my foot on the ground.

"Come on, come on, come on.."

The light switches to green, and I hear a loud ding.

"Never doubted it at all"

Jesus. Given the reputation this city gets, I woulda thought their heads would be screwed on but their all a bunch of fucking idiots.

Well, except me of course, I'm the best thing to ever come out of this city.

I case around a bit to see if there's anyone else left inside, but as usual, there isn't.

"Well, let's get this fuckin show on the road"

I walk over to the glass cases of the vast amount of jewelery, there's around 20 pieces of different types in each case; I zip open my bag and place it in front of me at a sideways incline, suddenly smashing the cases one after another, sifting the jewellery inside the bag, and thankfully, it buffers out to it's full size.

There's shit tons of necklaces, bracelets, rings, you name it. I empty mostly all of the cases, the rest of them having shitty knock-offs, I look inside my bag and notice it damn near overflowing with jewellery, I zip it up and swing it around my back, the sheer weight of it nearly making me fall backwards; I quickly take it off and place it in my right hand, opting to carry it instead.

"Better, but still fuckin annoyin'. Ain't no god damn way I'm getting this through the vent"

I look around the whole store, looking for an alternative way but there's none, looks like I'm going through the front door.

Walking up to the front door, pulling on the door and noticing it's sealed shut, I'm lucky, but not that fuckin' lucky.

I place the bag on the ground and zip it down, grabbing the crowbar again and attempting to jam it into the middle of the door, but each side of the door is pretty tight to each other, I keep trying but it doesn't go anywhere.

I look around with just my head, humming to myself while the bag is digging into my fingers, but I pay no mind to it.

"Hmm, I should really carry lockpicks for shit like this"

I check behind the counter on the off chance someone left their keys, or on the off chance there's a spare, I stare down a note on the second shelf, curious, I grab it and turn it around; my name written on the back of it.

"Secret admirer maybe? Hope she's hot"

I place the bag on the ground, opening the envelope and pulling the note out, opening it up and reading it.

"Mailman,

Gift for you.

Use it to unlock door."

I chuckle lightly and look around while doing so, putting the note in my jacket pocket a few minutes later, grabbing my bag and then the key which was behind the note; walking over to the front door.

"God bless you, you big bald Russian man."

I put the key into the lock and turn it, the door unlocking as I pull it towards me to open it, it takes a bit of a tug but it eventually gives way, I step out into the little alcove before the main doors, the way to the street blocked by a metal gate, the lock on the side of it.

"...Don't tell me he only gave me the key for one of them"

Reluctantly, I drop my bag and try and find the best hole to fit my arm through to reach the lock, eventually spotting it and trying my best to put my arm through, just reaching the lock and fiddling to put the key into it, luckily, it fits.

"Hallelujah"

I use just the tips of my fingers to try and turn the key, it's working albeit pretty slowly, I toughen it out and finally I hear a click, signifying the gate has been unlocked.

For the sake of convenience, I push the gate with my arm that's slightly stuck in one of the holes, putting my other hand on the gate before pushing it against it, trying to get my arm loose; a few minutes pass before my arm shoots out of the hole, feeling returning to it, placing my right hand on my left shoulder and rotating it a bit, feeling returning to it.

"Mann, that feels so much better than sex" I utter sarcastically.

I put the key in the same pocket as the note, grabbing my bag from the ground and closing the door and gate behind me as I step out into the street, swinging the bag back and forth while whistling walking back to my motorbike, I turn at the end of the store leading into the alley, spotting my motorbike still perched up on the wall, walking up to it.

"Still beautiful as ever, you've got me to thank for that. If you were a person, I'd fuck you"

I sling the bag around my back and lean back, cracking it before standing up straight and throwing my leg over the bike again, turning the key in the slot to light it up. Once again pulling in the clutch lever, kicking the gear down into first, flicking the switch to turn the engine on, leaving go of the lever and revving the bike to the point where it picks up speed and I sail down the ramp in front of me.

I make a quick sharp right turn to head an adjacent alley, pulling out my phone and calling up roid rage while whipping into surrounding alleys and heading to the sewers.

"Mailman. Is job done?"

"Yeah yeah jobs done. Meet at the same place. I'll be there in ten"

"See you there"

The phone hangs up as I place it back into my pocket, dipping down a bit of grass and into a tunnel leading into the sewers, shifting up into fourth gear as I pick up speed, shifting into fifth, taking a wide left turn across the small path on both sides of the sewer, keeping the water in a straight line. Up ahead is the usual spot for meeting roid rage, the boss never picks up from my jobs even though I've requested it so many times because roid rage is a dumb piece of shit who can't count for shit but he always insists on not showing up.

Honestly, sometimes I think he doesn't wish he was related to roid rage, regardless, I gotta deal with it, as fuckin annoying as it is.

Their my best clients as is, they've funded my career ever since I started out 10 years ago.

I press against the front and rear brake, stopping the bike suddenly, the front wheel skidding against the cement as I angle the bike up, controlling the fall of the bike as the rear wheel hits the cement with a thud, kicking down to neutral while the bike is falling; I grip the clutch handle and bring it in to the right handle, flicking the engine switch off, letting the clutch go before turning the key, the bike going dead near immediately.

I flick the glass covering on my helmet up, placing my hand underneath the strap of the bag and throwing it over my shoulder, shifting it to my left hand and throwing my leg over the seat, dropping it on the ground in front of roid rage as he looks down at me with his arms folded, bending over to pick up the bag as I walk over to my bike, throwing my leg over again, kicking out the kickstand and crossing my arms over the handlebar, looking over to roid rage.

"Careful, don't hurt yourself"

"Ha ha" he says in a deep, condescending Russian accent.

Roid rage opens the zipper with some force, ripping off the zip from the holder as I look down and sigh.

"Looks like everything here" he says as he stares into the bag.

"When do I get my cut, I expect a fair share, those don't look cheap and for just general annoyance"

"Same place as before, two days, lay low until money"

"Two days?!"

"Count jewellery, cost of it, so on"

I sigh again, but hey, I could use the break.

"Fine, see ya big guy. Nice catchin' up."

"You too Castillo"

"Hey look at that, you learned"

I flick down the glass cover of my helmet, turning the key to light up the dash, pulling in the clutch and flicking the engine switch, kicking down into first gear, letting go of the clutch slowly, revving the bike again and spinning the back wheel to face the same way I came in, speeding off down the pathway, kicking down into second gear, then third, then fourth, eventually reaching the exit and gaining height from the jump, turning sideways as I hit the ground, my back wheel leaving a tire mark, pulling out my phone and calling up Zoe, she answers near immediately.

"Fuck me you're eager to get out of that rancid ass neighbourhood ain't you"

Zoe lived in a pretty upper-class neighbourhood, her parents work pretty much 24/7 so she's home alone most days, I say most, because half of the time she brings clients there.

"You ain't got no right to say that shit Ky, you fuckin homeless person!"

"You checked for AIDs recently?"

She goes quiet for a quite a while, as my motorbikes engine fills my ears and the surrounding area.

"Be here in 5 Castillo, I need some air and a strong ass drink"

She hangs up the phone as I put mine back into my jacket pocket, weaving into alleys and whipping around corners, arriving at Zoes just a tad late, she comes out of her house as I place my forearms over the handlebars, Zoe dressed in a tight leather jacket, dark blue jeans and knee high leather boots, her dark blonde hair stretching to the middle of her back as she turns around, her emerald green eyes staring me down as she walks towards me.

There ain't been many people who scare the shit out of me, but Zoe, man, I'm surprised she hasn't ripped my fucking balls off with her bare hands and made me eat them.

Although, it doesn't make me any less able to contain her.

She stops a few feet from me and places her hand on her hip, holding her motorcycle helmet by her upper thigh.

"Don't tell me they had a bear at that store, I ain't staring at that fuckin helmet all night"

"Nah they had acid sprayers across the walls, sorry to say, my godly looks have been affected"

She rolls her eyes and sighs, moving her helmet to up before placing it over her head and talking.

"...You're so full of shit Castillo"

She throws her leg over the bike behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and placing her head on my shoulder, slightly moving her hand to where it covers my crotch, her fingers tracing around it.

"You're so fuckin handsy"

"Shut up Castillo, you love that about me"

"Yeah yeah.."

I rev the bike over and over, speeding off into the distance as Zoe whispers all sorts of things into my ear ranging from teasing to downright sexual fantasies.

I do my best to keep the bike steady but you can't fuckin blame me, a woman like Zoe doing this shit is like fuckin heaven burst out from the sky and shined it's light on me.

She raises her voice, speaking directly into my ear as I recoil to the side from the sheer volume.

"So where you takin me big guy?!"

I wrap my head around to her ear while still keeping an eye on the road, doing exactly the same thing as she did to me.

"I don't know! Maybe up to the hills and then we can see the city lights!"

Surprisingly, she doesn't even flinch.

"Nice try slick, but that don't work on me; you couldn't count how many times men have shouted into my ear calling me their dirty little bitch"

"Don't ever fuckin' call me slick again christ, but damn, I feel sorry for you, those men ain't got no idea what their doin"

"I know, right?!" she says in a overly girly voice, her hands outstretching to both sides of her head, doing a jazz hands gesture while she's talking, quickly returning her hands to my waist.

"You're unbearable, jesus fuck"

"So, how was your job handsome?"

"Same old, same old. Got stuck inside the store for quite a while though, tried on some necklaces and man, I shoulda been a queen"

Zoe chuckles lightly, resting her shoulder again on my shoulder.

"You'd make an absolutely adorable queen Kylan"

"Thank ya ma'am" I say in a high tone of voice, doing a bow with my left hand.

"...Though I wish you did get something for me handsome, as a thank ya for all I've done"

Zoe is a pouter. I've heard those words far more than I'd like to admit. But she does bring up a point, she's been a real big help for me, even though she's a massive pain in my ass.

"Right front pocket"

"What?"

"Put your small ass hand in my right front pocket"

She smacks me across the back of my head lightly before putting her hand in the pocket, reaching around for a bit before pulling out a pretty expensive looking ring; diamond and all.

"KYLLLLANNN!!"

She screams like a schoolgirl into my ear, my head physically recoiling to the side as she continues to speak.

"Aren't you gonna ask the question?!"

I knew what she was talking about. But in this line of work, getting hitched is putting a target on your back, especially when I can't protect Zoe most of the time.

"What question?" I ask her as I lean my head to the left side, allowing her to hear me more clearly.

"Will you marry me?" she says in a gruff, mocking tone, putting her hands in a dreamy pose below her chin.

"I'd rather cut my own balls off"

She places her hands around my waist again, digging them into it as a sort of "fuck you" for my comment from earlier.

We continue to weave and dip into various alleys scattered across the city, eventually reaching the outskirts and heading up a dirt path leading up to a hill overlooking the city, Zoe softly speaking into my ear.

"Ky, can we get serious for a sec? Like, no sarcastic remarks, or corny ass jokes"

Here we go. I was expecting this to happen. I already know where this is headed. But it's something that I can't seem to never escape.

"Told your stupid ass not to call me Ky, and I ain't gonna promise that, it's apart of my charm Zo"

She sighs heavily and looks to the ground, her hands resting on my shoulders, her voice going softer and hitting a pleading tone.

"...Kylan. Please. I don't ask for much"

Damn. That usually works.

I sigh heavily while continuing up the path, veering my head back before looking straight ahead again.

"...Fine. I promise"

I hear a small sigh from her, probably one of relief but what the fuck do I know.

Women, am I right?

"...Thank you Ky. I promise, it won't be long"

I mumble "hallelujah" under my breath, hoping she doesn't hear me.

But she is a siren, so I wouldn't put it past her.

"...Where do you see us going, Ky? Because I..."

Don't say it.

"I want a future with you, Kylan."

Fuck me sideways and call me Sally.

"And I know we agreed to keep it casual, do our own thing, and given what Kylie did to you-"

Kylie. Man. Never woulda thought I'd hear that name again.

"Zoe" I cut her off, and she immediately knew what she did; Kylie was a no-go in conversation, but I wasn't mad at her, which was unlike me.

"I-I'm sor-"

"Shush for a minute. Let me speak"

She goes dead silent and rests her head on my back, her hands lightly gripping onto my waist

"...I want a future with you too"

Yeah. I've gotten myself into some deep shit.

Fuck.

I can tell she lit up immediately, due to her head springing up like a deer in headlights as she gives me a hug from behind.

"But, you know what my life is Zo. You know the dangers, the risks, settling down isn't in my blood, never was"

"You're handsome, and can really get my panties in a knot, but fuck me, you're dumber than a doorknob"

I fake sob a bit, leading Zoe to giggle.

"See, this is what I want Ky. It isn't that big of an ask. Besides, we've already seen each other naked, so that's one big hurdle already passed"

She makes an alarmingly good point, if I had to wait for three fuckin dates to see what she's hiding underneath, god fucking damn, I woulda already been dead.

"But that's the thing Zoe, it is big. I like what we have, and I don't want it to change, we work really good like this. Changing like that would be like, uh, dissecting my charm from my incredible good looks"

"You ain't that handsome, come on"

"And your tits are small. Your point?"

She whacks across me ahead the head harder than before, continuing to talk as I reach closer and closer to the top of the outlook.

"...But, look Ky, we've hung out a lot these past few years. I was even good with being your rebound from Kylie because I saw you needed someone, I'm cool with your bullshit and all the other stupid shit you do, yet what I get from you isn't enough for me"

"What do you want from me Zo? For me to profess my love to you? For me to just quit and spend all of my time with you and your annoying fucking attitude?"

"...Yeah, somethin like that. I just want you to feel something for me, instead of being this fuckin brute who's only looking for a good fuck"

"Zo, I've told you this countless times, I can't just up and quit like any other job; if I get out, I'm fuckin dead, and so are you. So stop with this shit, you said you were cool with it. Act like it"

She goes silent as I reach the top of the overlook, Zoe immediately throwing her leg over, nearly tripping herself over as she walks to the peak looking over the city that's gleaming across my helmet. I secure the bike and slip off my helmet, placing it on the right handle as I kick out the kickstand and slant my bike to the side, lugging my leg over and slowly walking over to Zoe.

I would make a joke, or walk really slowly with my hands out in front of me so I don't spook her like a deer, but I know she's hurting, I can tell she is, I fuckin hate being serious towards life, I'm a goof and just enjoy doing what I do, no matter what happens either in the future or the "consequences of my actions" from the past. But, this is one of those times where I really gotta be careful.

I stand beside her and pull her in for a hug, she tucks herself into my chest and nearly cuts off my breathing with her clutching tightly, but I don't mention it, otherwise she'll gouge my eyes out and feed them to me.

"Ky.. I-"

I cut her off pretty quickly. I know what she's going to say, but I don't wanna hear it. Countless women have said it in the past, and me, not wanting to get too close, left them when I woke up in their bed in the morning.

I ain't proud of it, but it's something I can live with. With Zoe though, she'd hunt me to the ends of the earth so she can slap me and then go alll the way back to Almyra after.

"I like you too, Zo"

Not a god damn, fucking word.

She stares at me wide eyed like I'm the second coming of God, well, to her I definitely am, but anyways.

She constricts her hands around my chest tighter, I slightly smile and hug her awkwardly, patting her back as I'm literally near death from her fucking bear hugging me.

Thankfully, she lets go pretty quickly and dashes off to the edge of the overlook, while I keel over and putting my hands on my knees, catching my breathe pretty quickly before standing up and walking over to my bike, grabbing my bag from the back and opening it up, taking out a bottle of whiskey as I slowly walk over to Zoe; taking a few swigs on the way. Putting my forearm on her shoulder as she takes the bottle from me as I throw it up for a swig.

"I profess my heart out to you and this is how you treat me? Wow, I'm not allowing my kids to see you, at all"

Zoe looks to me, "I'm not allowing mine to see you either, you dumb fucking cock bag"

"The only kids you'll be fuckin having is mine you bitch"

I noticed Zoes face flare up after I said that, as I take my forearm off of her shoulder, looking out into the city as I ponder on my life choices, how long I've been doing this work, and my future with Zoe.

Nah, just kidding, that shits fuckin stupid. I just look out into the horizon and take it in, I ain't one of those philosophical types.

As I wrap my arm around Zoes waist, my phone suddenly rings, I use my other hand to grab it as I pull her closer; suddenly dropping it once I see the name on my phone.

Kylie. Always leave it up to life to ruin the good moments.

"Who is i-"

Zoe looks down at my phone after hearing it ring for a while, grabbing it from my hand immediately when she sees the name. I try my best to stop her, but she shushes me over and over. Walking a few feet from me.

"How fucking dare you ruin our night, you miserable whore!"

"...This isn't Kylan, unless you transitioned, if you did, wrong number"

"What?! It's Zoe you dumb bitch! The better you!"

"Ohh!" Kylie giggles "It's you! His new dumb bimbo whore!"

Zoe's jaw opens wide as fuck, even more wide than when she's giving me head. Her hand holding her helmet above her knee, I look over for a minute and notice her jaw wide open as I turn around almost immediately and put my hands on the back of my head and utter "Oh fuck" under my breathe.

I suddenly hear a loud ass smash behind me, her helmet on the ground and the glass from the visor spread everywhere on the ground. Zoe screaming into the phone, calling Kylie all sorts of names and hurling insults.

She raises my phone above her head, and given what's on the ground, I pretty much sprint towards her and grab my phone before she can hurl it like an angry gorilla at the ground.

Her grip on it is like the first few times she gave me a handjob. Pretty fucking tight and not budging at all, I have to wrestle it off her and hurd her away to the side as she directs her anger to me instead of Kylie.

Zoe steps off to the side and swigs on the whiskey, sitting down on my bike as I fold my arm onto my bicep, switching between that pose and putting my hand on the back of my head, pacing back and forth.

"You've got some fuckin nerve calling me Kylie"

She does a little moan after I speak. The difference between Zoe and Kylie isn't that much, but Kylie, knows how to get under my skin and make me go fucking crazy for her, the main reason why I stuck around for so long.

"Don't dare start with this shit Ky"

Yeah. We have the same nickname. It suits me better though.

She giggles in a similar tone to Zoe, speaking right after.

"You are always so easy to tease handsome, maybe that new bitch isn't good for you; how about I fuck her out of your mind?"

Tempting, veryy tempting. She's fucking incredible in the bedroom, incredibly bendy. Holy shit. My dick hurt for days.

"Shut the fuck up and tell me why the hell you're calling me after three years, did hell freeze over maybe?"

"When you fucking freeze over, let me know yeah? But, I miss you Ky, we've been friends ever since we were kids and you just up and left?"

"Being friends with a witch isn't the best idea, I don't wanna be drowned with you"

"Ha-fucking-haa, you're a comedian Ky. Really. Fuck you, and your dumb bimbo whore. I'm coming to Almyra in a few days, I'll send you an address. Bring your bitch with you"

Her tone of voice switches near immediately, to a higher level than before.

"Byeee handsome, see ya in a few days!!"

She hangs up the phone as I put it back into my pocket with a bit of force, walking over to Zoe, grabbing the whiskey, taking a biggg fucking swig then handing it back to her, swinging my leg over my bike and handing Zoe my helmet, before she grabs it however, she speaks in a soft, yet quite aggressive tone.

"Ky, what did she want?"

"Later, Zoe"

"Ky. What the fuck did she want?"

I sigh deeply and drop the helmet beside her, putting my forearms over the front of my motorbike, replying to Zoe, putting my hands on my inner thighs to brace myself from a possible push from the angry bull in front of me. Thank fuck I ain't wearin red.

"...Me, mostly"

She steps up to me and tries to whack me, I grab her wrist before she can make contact though. She does widen her eyes in surprise a tad, I can feel her arm really shake, until she eventually cracks and falls into my arms.

"She's coming here in a few days, and she wants to meet us at an address"

Zoe perks up a bit, her head resting in my lap as she responds.

"What the fuck makes her think we're gonna go ahead with it?"

Something clicks in her head as she notices me looking away

"...Of course, I'm fucking staring at him"

A silence envelops the overlook, as I look across the horizon of the city; looking back down to Zoe.

"Now get the fuck off my legs, their going numb"

Zoe mouths "No" while her eyes are closed, I stand up pretty quickly, sending her to the floor as I stand up slowly, stretching out my legs and making that one sound you make when your drink is just that right level of good.

She stands up quickly, and dusts herself off, her hands by her sides with her wrists directed upwards, a large pout across her face. I look to her and smile slightly, hopping back on my bike and handing her my helmet.

"Get your fine fucking ass on this seat Zoe, we're gonna go fuck like rabbits"

Zoe quickly puts on my helmet, fiddling with it a few times to where I have to get up and help her put it on, as I'm trying to grab the clip and the three forked thing that goes in it, Zoe blurts out something.

"You've got one fat ass fucking head Castillo"

Fuck me. She doesn't shut up. Regardless, I finally manage to put the three forked thing into the clip and smack down the helmet onto the top of her head, a loud ass shriek coming from the inside.

"Holy shit, did you hear that?! It sounded like a siren"

"Yeah.." a slight silence "I heard it, it came from your direction"

She whacks me in my nards, hard, like, really fucking hard. I let out a little breathe as she dusts her hands.

"There it is again!"

"You.. Are.. A.. Special.. Type.. Of.. Bitch!"

I say while coughing in between words, Zoe giggling like a schoolgirl underneath my helmet, throwing her leg over my bike as she taps the seat in front of her.

I start to limp over to the seat while saying "ow" in between limps, putting my hand on the body of my bike as I very, very slowly throw my leg over, Zoe putting her head on my back and wrapping her arms around my waist, turning on the bike and shifting into first pretty slowly, steering the bike around to the hill, taking my time due to my balls in absolute fucking agony.

I reach the top of the hill and rev my bike, accelerating down the hill at a rapid pace as Zoe moves her hands up to my shoulders, tracing down my chest, then stopping at the seam of my trousers; I stop her hand at my pelvis.

"You ain't touching anything down there until everything is off"

I can here her pouting, but she still keeps persisting, while I repeat the same thing over and over again.

Christ, what the fuck is this woman doing to me.