Burnt: A Bad Boy Romance: Courage MC (4 page)

I pushed against him as his fat girth slid against my g-spot. With one huge thrust, I let out a long and powerful moan, clutching at the table. My whole world was disappearing. I released all of the pressure between my thighs, feeling an incredible orgasm rip through my young body. There was a tingling-like sensation that started at my clit and began spreading like a wildfire throughout my whole body. My fingers went numb. My mouth hung open wide. “Ohhh! My! Goooodddd!” I fell forward onto the table as he penetrated me further.

My pussy started to contract around his shaft. I felt his cock expand against my hole. My whole body started to swell as a surge of pleasure rushed through me. My knees felt weak. Beads of sweat formed around my forehead, cheeks, and shoulders. I heard Adam let out a large cry of his own and felt him fall forward onto me. He was fucking me like a maniac, as I released my sex all over his cock.

He had grown three times his normal size within me, or at least that’s what it felt like. Maybe it was my pussy contracting onto him, but he felt like a giant inside of me. He was screaming like a wild beast, holding me as tight as he could. I pushed back onto him some more, waiting for his seed, and after a few strong thrusts, I smiled as I heard him lose control of his senses.

I moaned in delight as I felt him spray my womb with his sticky hot cum. He was holding my breasts again, squeezing them tightly. Adam cried out in ecstasy as he started to spasm within my dripping folds. His cock bobbed up and down as he let loose a steady stream of thick semen. Slowly his cock got smaller and smaller and I felt his grip on me loosen.

The mysterious biker I had met at the park that one night fell limp on top of me. After a few moments of heavy breathing, he pushed himself off of me and fell to the floor, smiling. “Okay, Rose. You’re good. I’m hooked.”

I
lay away
from the table, panting and breathing heavy. Adam was in front of me. His eyes were closed. I couldn’t be sure that he was even awake. I felt his hot cum dripping down my thighs. “Jesus Christ…” He moaned. “How did that even happen?” He wiped some sweat off his face and started laughing. “Woooo-eee!”

I laughed too. The whole thing was just so unbelievable when you thought about it. I had just met him the other day. However, sometimes you meet someone and you just know it’s gonna’ get crazy. It was like that with Adam. I pushed myself off from the ground and searched for my underwear. My thinly shaved pubic hair was sticky with his cum and I looked like a wreck. I didn’t care, though. He made me feel amazing.

Adam hopped into his jeans, zipping up the front. The jingle from his belt echoed in the gigantic drug room. He knelt down, jamming a foot into his boot, and said, “I’ll need that again tomorrow.”

I smiled, excited about my new life as a fugitive. I still felt like there was a lot to learn of this life, but I felt good about everything. I felt like I could be useful for once. I picked up the bag of clothes he gave me earlier, examining the dress inside. It looked like some Church of Mormon garb. “Are you serious?” I laughed, holding it up like a piece of mildew.

“Wait ‘til you see what I’m wearing.” He walked over to a drawer within one of the tables. Reaching inside, he grabbed a white button down shirt and black slacks.

“I can’t believe this.” I said, laughing. “What are we? Door to door salesmen?”

He smirked, holding a bible up. “Yeah, actually.” We both laughed. “Don’t worry, we won’t actually be going door to door. It’s just a cover.” He said. I put on the dress, looking simple and pure. I had always wondered what it felt like to be in a religious cult. I guess this was it. Adam put on his clothing as well, smoothing over the creases with his hands. “It’ll do.” I said.

He suddenly turned to me. “Listen Rose. We have to go by the books on this one. If we don’t, we could get arrested. If not, we get killed. First, we deal with your parents. We throw them off the trail. In that bag is an envelope with a letter addressed to them. We’ll send that from a post office 400 miles in the opposite direction of us. I’ll have a friend personally send it for me. Does all this make sense? Are you feeling good about everything?” He raised his eyebrows, holding my shoulders steady. He was anxiously awaiting my response.

I stood there, trying to make sense of everything. “What’s this letter?” I asked.

He reached into the bag, revealing an open envelope with a folded, typed letter inside. “Go ahead. It’s not sealed yet. Read it.”

I looked at his outstretched hand and took the letter in one quick swipe. Unfolding it carefully, I inspected its contents:

Dear Mr. & Mrs. Fischer,

You are the parents of a very lovely child, Rose Fischer. I know this because I’ve been ‘around.’ I’ve been outside your windows, at your work, watching your every move. I even know what time you take the dog out to shit. I know everything.

Now. About your beautiful daughter…

Rose. What a wonderful name, isn’t it? Very poetic. Well, Mr. & Mrs. Fischer, I’m no poet. This is the most I’ve written in probably sixteen years. I’m not a learned man, you see. But I do get what I want. And what I want, is your daughter. You won’t be seeing her for a while. That is, until you submit a cold four million to me. I know, she’s pricey ain’t she? Let’s just hope she’s worth it to you.

-Jax

“
Jax?” I said. “Really?”

He chuckled, opening a beer. It foamed up over the top. “It may sound stupid to you, but ‘Jax’ ain’t a name that’s traceable back to me.”

I held the letter in front of me, walking in circles. I was thinking about the plan. It made sense, actually. Set them in the wrong direction. They’d lose too much time in the beginning to find us later in their search… “But why a ransom letter? Couldn’t I just write them and say…oh, I don’t know…I could tell them I ran away!”

“You tell them that, they’re going to go after you regardless. At least this way, we set them back a few days. Who knows, maybe they’ll never get on the trail. I have to hope so, but I’m never optimistic. This ain’t a typical heist. It’s going to take some work.”

“I don’t know, Adam…we just got here. Can’t we take some time an—” At that moment, red lights went off all around us. A siren of noise resounded throughout the house. It sounded like those warnings for nuclear bombs in movies. I placed the letter back into the envelope and threw it in the bag. “Adam! What the hell is going on?” I screamed, running in circles. “Fuck!” Even though I didn’t want to show it, I was absolutely terrified. I had no idea what to do.

“Time to get dressed. We have to move.” Adam grabbed the bags and ran towards an exit in the back.

I followed, although I was confused. He had just shown me this amazing place where I thought we could hide out forever in. Leaving wasn’t part of the bargain. “Wait what? What do you mean we have to move?” I threw my hands up in protest.
Was he being serious?
The sirens were bursting my eardrums. All I could see was red.

“MOVE!” He screamed at me, pushing me forward. I almost tripped over my shoes.

I could tell that whatever was happening was probably
really
bad. But I didn’t understand what that could be. We made our way inside another garage full of bikes. “The ones back there were to sell. These are mine.” He said, deciding which one he wanted to use. Eventually, he settled with a more classic looking model.

“Adam, tell me what’s going on…” I whimpered.

“If you don’t want to get killed, you’ll follow me. Now get on!” He jumped on the Harley, revving the engine. Hesitantly, I walked towards the bike. “GET THE FUCK ON!” Adam yelled. I didn’t budge. I couldn’t move. My body felt paralyzed by fear.

“Ugh!” Adam groaned. He jumped off the bike and picked me up by my dress, holding me close to his chest. I climbed over his back as he opened the garage door. “Brace yourself…” He mumbled. I was holding on, my fingernails clawing through his button down shirt. The door was 2/3 open. Adam began counting down.

“3…” The door was inching open. I put my head to his muscular back and started to cry. I was so afraid of what might happen.

“2…” The door was halfway open now. “Get ready…” He mumbled.

“Adam…” I whispered.

“1! LET’S GO, MOTHER FUCKERS!” He stormed out of the garage, through the door, barely nicking his helmet. He weaved through the desert range, swerving to avoid certain cacti and desert plants. “WOO!!” He screamed into the night sky. I looked behind us. There were two black SUV’s chasing us.

“Ah shit!” Adam cursed under his breath. “Time for a little detour…” He swerved the bike to the left of the trail we were on, hopping over a rock in front of us.
VOOM!

Bullets zoomed past us and ricocheted off some off the rocky floor. Adam was driving in zig zags, attempting at throwing their aim off. So far it was working. “Adam! GO!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

“Don’t…worry…Rose…I got…this…” He took the bike and swerved right, avoiding a giant part of the mountain. One of the SUV’s gained traction, but didn’t catch the boulder in time. One wheel went up the rock, flipping the car multiple times in the air. It landed on its ceiling, bursting into flames. “YES! YOU DID IT!” I kissed his cheek and hugged him tight.

“It ain’t over yet…” He was grimacing through his helmet, biting his lip. I looked back behind us. There was only one SUV left on our trail. And all of a sudden, it dimmed its lights and was nowhere to be found. “Shit! They’ve got night vision. Fuck it, we gotta’ keep riding…” Adam was cursing into the wind. I was holding my breath until we lost them. I couldn’t believe the mess I got myself into.

I looked above me. It was a full moon. I looked behind me again and concentrated my vision.
Maybe if I…just…look…hard enough….I just might…
“THERE!” I pointed behind us, the moon reflected off the glass of the SUV.

“I see ‘em!” Adam yelled. “Hold on tight!” To my surprise, he turned the bike to the right, facing the vehicle.

“What’re you doing, Adam?” I yelled, punching his back. He was going to get us killed! My breathing picked up, I felt dizzy. My heartbeat was racing, pumping beneath my chest. I began hyperventilating.
I think I’m having a panic attack.
I couldn’t even talk. I was completely motionless.

Adam wheeled around, facing their direction. It came barreling towards us. With haste, Adam reached into his pocket and pulled out the clicker from earlier. I still had no idea what it did, if anything, but he pounded a pattern into it and stuffed it back into his pocket. The SUV was only about 200 feet away. I couldn’t gauge it. All I knew was that it was set to kill. “Just hold on, kid…” Adam whispered. Despite the fact that we were stopped and facing our own death, I held on for dear life…

The SUV was near us now, maybe even 50 feet away. Who could be sure? I looked into what seemed to be the barrel of a gun, when suddenly—
BOOM! CRACK! BOOM!

Three mini explosions detonated underneath the vehicles sending them skyrocketing…
towards us
!

“RUN!” Adam ditched the bike and picked me up from the ground. It was our only attempt at escaping the explosion in front of us.

Flaming balls of wreckage rained down the sky, just barely missing us. We lay on the desert sand, covered in stickers, dirt, and other dangerous crap. “Holy shit!” I yelled.

“WOO-EE! How ‘bout that! Thank the lord…” Adam said.

All of a sudden, a high pitched voice sounded from a few yards away. “
Fuck
the lord. Thank
ME,
homes.” I couldn’t believe my eyes. There he was! Jorge was standing on a rock opposite us with a whole arsenal behind him. The men walked forward with their weapons. “Guess those SUV safety ratings don’t count against no grenades. Huh, bro! WOO!”

Adam ran in his direction. “JORGE, YOU MOTHER FUCKER! COME HERE!” He yelled, grabbing Jorge’s hand and pounding his back in good nature. Jorge was surrounded by 20 or so other men, sporting all kinds of body ink. Adam look winded and surprised, like he didn’t have a clue any of that would happen. I turned to him and asked, “You called him on that clicker thing, right?”

He looked at me and ran his right hand through his hair. “You know, Rose…I’m going to let this one be a mystery. Because if you knew the truth, you might go ahead and kill me.” I punched his arm, cursing under my breath.
What a bastard.
I thought.

Of course, I couldn’t leave him. Despite it being an utterly insane few days, I enjoyed the adventure this life provided me. I looked at Adam, Jorge, and the men surrounding them and thought to myself,

This is my family. This is where I belong now.

W
e didn’t waist
any time standing around. Jorge and his men shuttled us out of the area completely. I didn’t bother looking out the windows of his truck, but it was somewhere far. We drove almost three hours in the desert with our lights off.

When we finally
did
get to our destination, I turned to Jorge and Adam angrily. “Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?” I demanded. I wasn’t going to be treated like a child any longer. I at least earned that much respect. Adam looked at Jorge. Jorge looked at Adam. The rest of the guys looked at Rose, as if thinking to themselves,
who the fuck is this Gringa?

Jorge laughed a little to himself, staring at Adam. “What? You didn’t tell her?”

I lunged towards Adam. “Tell me what?”

He pushed my head away and stared Jorge down for a hot second. “No. I didn’t tell her.” He said.

“What? You didn’t tell me what, Adam?” This was beyond unreal. “First I witness my first big drug deal. Then I find myself in a deadly car chase. Then, we’re almost killed by
your
own stupidity! What the
fuck
is happening here?” I was screaming. One of the men behind Jorge spit out some of his beer, laughing, “Damn! This girl’s crazy, homie!” He said, wiping his face off.

Adam turned to me looking apologetic. “Uhh…” He stuttered. I stomped my feet, turning red with anger. I waited for his explanation. “I had known for a little while, that…uh…well, that Agent Brianna Baxter had discovered my whereabouts with some intel she got. I knew it was a matter of time until she found me. I just didn’t think it would be this soon.”

I fell to the floor in an anxiety-induced stupor. I put my head in my hands, feeling my greasy hair slide through my fingers. I was overcome with dizziness. Sweat ran down my forehead. Memories of my old life and home clouded my thoughts. They were all gone now. They were subjected to time and its misfortunes. I shed a tear and looked at Adam. “I want to go home.” I said.

Jorge walked up to me, kneeling down. He put his hand on my shoulder. “You
are
home, little girl.” I had seen too much. I knew that. But I longed to see my parents’ faces more than anything on this earth. I longed to be in their arms, to feel their kisses on my head, to eat dinner with them and talk about how boring school was, to get mad at them and storm off, to…oh, it was no use.
This
was my family now. My unfortunate little family. I would have to make the best of it.

Nevertheless, I got up and wiped the tears off my face. That's when I started swinging. I punched Jorge in the stomach three times. Then I turned around and kicked Adam in the shin. “You both ruined my life!” I screamed, walking out of the room. I felt the cold desert air wrap around my face.

“You ruined it yourself!” Jorge yelled. “
Damn puta
…” I held my ground and kept walking.

Adam restrained Jorge from chasing after me. He was clearly angry with me for challenging his authority. It was a bold move on my part, but one I had to do. “Come on Jorge. Let her go. She’ll be back.”

Jorge turned to him, face sweating and turning red. “You're damn right she will. She has nowhere to go. But what's going to happen once you're little crush goes and calls the FBI on us? Then what?” He screamed, pushing Adam away.

“Woah, woah. Settle down there, partner. She ain't going to turn us in.” Adam said confidently.

“Oh, yeah? And how do you know that, big man?” He stuck his chest out, displaying his dominance.

“I know because I'm going to marry her.”

There was a long pause of silence in the room. I found a nearby boulder and sat down, listening attentively. Tears were falling from my eyes, hitting the smooth dust below. All seemed barren and empty to me at this point.

Jorge paced around the room. “You're going to do what?!” He screamed, losing all control. He punched the wall, leaving a large hole in the drywall.

Adam walked up to Jorge and stood his ground. “I said I'm going to marry her.”

He burst out laughing, proudly displaying his gold tooth. He looked like he was completely out of his mind. “Adam, man. You never cease to amaze me. Does he boys?” He looked at his men and they began laughing with him in solidarity. “Well if a wedding is what you want, a wedding is what you'll get. Hey Louis, you were the officiate at your sister’s wedding, right?” A very buff man wearing sunglasses and cut off sleeves nodded his shiny bald head. “Well that settles it then. Time to play dress up, boys! We’re gonna’ have ourselves a little wedding.”

Jorge smiled and the light reflected off his jewelry and teeth in a way that made him look like pure evil. I walked back into the room. This time, I didn't have any tears on my face.

“Speak of the devil!” Jorge yelled.

I didn't smile. I didn't frown. I simply stood still and waited for his next grand display. He lifted his button down shirt above his tattooed stomach. The words “LOYALTY OR BLOOD” were marked in black ink. And below his stomach, next to his hip, sat a silver pistol, begging to be used. He grabbed it and pointed it at me. Oddly enough I wasn't even afraid. I didn't flinch a centimeter.

He pushed it against my lips and I felt the cold steel of death hit my teeth. I welcomed it. Nothing could touch me. Not after tonight’s events. I felt more powerful than ever. Adam pulled out his 9MM pistol and pointed it at Jorge. His men were quick to pull out their weapons too, eager to fire.

Adam looked concerned. “Jorge, come on man. Put the gun down. You don't want to do this.”

“Oh, so now you're in the business of telling me what I want and don't want? Typical gringo bullshit. What do you say, boys?”

“I say we kill him and take the girl for later!” One of the men, Hector, yelled.

“She's awfully pretty…” One man grunted.

“We could rob him blind!” Another one yelled.

Jorge laughed and lowered the gun, “Nah. We gonna’ be cool. You know why?”

I cleared my throat and opened my eyes. “…why?” I found myself asking.

“Because we go down with our family.” He looked me directly in my eyes and squeezed my cheeks hard. “You got that, little one?”

I nodded, still under the strong clench of his hand.

“Good.” He said. “Come on, boys. She’s cool, for now at least. Let’s get some sleep. We gotta’ be out of here by morning.” Adam nodded at Jorge, as if to say,
Watch your back
.

“Hey, Adam man.” Jorge whispered. “I’d be careful going to sleep tonight. My crew’s anxious for some action.” He slapped his back and laughed, as Adam stared him down. Jorge turned and walked out the room, shaking his head with laughter.

He turned to me and sighed. “We have to be careful now. We could be attacked at all angles. Its us versus everyone.”

I wrapped my arms around him and felt myself grow warm with trusting love. I couldn’t help how I felt about him. Even if he did get me into trouble, he showed me a new way of living. He protected me, even against his business partners. For that I was grateful toward him. “Hey Adam, I just wanted to tell you that…” He looked at me, eyes creased with sadness.

“Save it for tomorrow.” He said coldly. “Let’s get some rest.”

He walked away, leaving me alone. I felt the cold despair of the desert landscape envelop me and I felt like I was at a loss. This was where animals went to die.

“…I love you…” I whispered to myself. I suppose it was just too good to be true. I had thought I met the man of my dreams. Instead I had just met a hardened criminal.