Chapter 1
Tatted muscles glisten in the sun from the long hot ride. The smoldering heat was no match for the smoldering look in his eyes as he swings his leg over his pitch matte black Harley. The sand hit his boots like a cloud of dust the air as he surveyed the land around them. His men followed suit. Close but not too close. Even the gang of men that dared follow him knew to keep their boundaries. There wasn’t a man nor beast around that would dare cross or challenge him. He was leader over many with even more enemies. Yet his enemies dare not challenge. The man stood 6ft 4 with shoulders as wide as the handle bars on his bike his back was firm and his face was cold. He ran his fingers through his dirty chestnut hair his locks brushing along his shoulders directing his deep brown souless eyes towards the entrance of the bar.
His feet shuffled in the sand up to the dusty wooden planks just outside the door.
There he stood at the entrance of the bar. Taking in the surroundings in scout of any threats. His heavy black boots rang hard over the wooden planks in the bar. You could hear a pin drop and the eyes of every human was on him.
“Whiskey” he spoke.
His voice deep and raspy. Strong and unwavering.
The bar tender took a bottle and slid it down as he caught it with his hand.
Bringing the bottle close to his lips quenching the thirst of the long ride. The whiskey was warm and slid down his throat with ease. Warming the inside but never the cool calm on his face.
He banged the bottle on the counter. From the They all sat, calling for the bartender to come over, as everyone else nervously looked back and forth between his men and him, unsure of how to react in fear of doing the wrong thing. “
Sit”
He motioned them to the booth in the back. They did as commanded. They signaled for the bartender and he obliged bringing them whiskey and tequila. The men cheered with excitement. Happy the drink their fill.
He made no reaction about his men. He turned around at the bar and glowered at the bottle before him.
No matter where he went, everyone cowered at his mere presence, never questioning him or challenging him, and always answering his every demand.
Hours later, music was playing from the band as the twilight settled in, while all his men made the rounds with the local life, dancing, flirting and enjoying life, as he stood at the bar silent and still, supervising all that took place around him. When he suddenly felt the air change as the door moved open letting in a cool breeze that smelled like wild sunflowers. He looked to the door to see an old, wrinkled woman with rags about her; her knuckles were as dirty as her teeth were yellow. She approached the bar without a care in the world of what was happening around her, as all others watched her, knowing she could be facing her doom soon enough.
He stood up as she approached, towering over her, yet she showed no signs of fear or intimidation towards him, and practically ignored his presence.
“Could I have a water, please?” she said with a smile, placing her hand on the bar.
He scoffed “This is a bar. They don’t serve water here, old woman!”
She snapped her head to face him quick, as others watched on intensely, with her dull, grey, lifeless eyes.
“What did you just say?” she asked him
“I said, you’ll get no water here, old woman. So get lost!” he said loudly, turning to face her.
“And, who do you think you’re talking to, young man?!” she clapped back, looking him dead in his eyes, turning to face him right back.
He turned slightly to face his men. Nobody ever spoke to him like that.
“What? You need help from your boys for a little old woman like me?” she mocked him as she put her hand on his chin, turning his face back to her.
He immediately grabbed her arm and twisted it away from his body, holding her in place as he grabbed her by her neck,
“NOBODY talks to me like that, you old haggard bitch.” he said firmly, staring her dead in her eyes.
He yanked her away from the bar and walked her out, throwing her against the cold, hard ground outside. He looked down on her, kicking dirt at her with his boots before turning around to go back inside, when she laughed, calling out to him.
“Ha! You don’t scare me, fool!” she continued as she got to her feet, “Young man, your heart is as cold, black and hard as the concrete you ride on!”
“Whatever. Don’t let me see you around here again, you old bat.” he said carelessly, pointing down at her.
“I curse you! That you will become that which you ride
upon! Cold, hard and black! And the only way it can ever be broken is when someone breaks you!” she cried out, pointing her finger at him in a creepy manner.
He laughed, “No one will break me. Ever.” and turned back into the bar, as she wandered off down the road and out of sight.
How dare she curse me. Crazy old bat, I curse her! He thought to himself as he made his way back to his bottle. As he went to take another sip, he could smell that sunflower once again and turned quickly to see no one was there. For the first time in forever, he seemed to feel a little uneasy.
As he finished off his bottle of whiskey, he saw a young blonde woman standing across the bar from him. He turned to the bartender,
“You got a room out back?” he asked, glancing back at the woman
“Yes sir, up the stairs down the hall there” he answered quickly pointing to the door at the back of the bar.
He strolled over to her, confident as could be, “You ready for the ride of your life, darlin?” he said as he brushed the back of his fingers against her face, lifting her chin to face him.
“I sure am” she said with a devious smile
He took her by her hand and walked to the back, closing the door behind him as he entered the hallway. He couldn’t wait. He pushed her against the stairs as he undid his belt, taking off his pants and commanded her to turn around. She bent over the stairs, placing her hands on the step, he placed he belt around her waist and tightened as he pulled her the grabbed her neck with his large callus hand as he drove his dick inside of her, pushing her off balance. He berated her for being clumsy as he continued to pound her, proving once and for all that he was a force to be reckoned with. He drove it in hard and fast, until he came, pulling out as it squirted all over her red dress; he didn’t care about that either. She was nothing more than an object of his desire and sinful lust.
“Up the stairs.” He said sternly, whipped her butt with hand and encouraging her to move faster. She obeyed immediately. They went inside as he slammed the door behind him, causing a light gust of wind to enter the room that smelled like sunflowers .
