“Hurt her in any way past pawing her up and I put you in traction.”
“Bold talk with a Python to your head.” Ollie dared to touch the barrel to Nick’s forehead.
“You don’t know me yet. With or without help I could disarm you and take you out in under a minute, maybe less. I’d ease the trigger more if you want a chance.”
“Riiiight! Shaking in my boots. Dolan tapping my Caprice too?”
“Ask him I’m not his keeper.”
“I hear tell you both fucked my girl.”
“Evidently, she prefers the White man…and Hispanic persuasion, over a big boy like you. Bathing helps.”
Leering right to see how Dawn was doing the gun barrel trailed his brow to his temple. Dawn looked stressed but holding up even as Sid Running Creek fingered her. She was moaning yet fearful of the situation going further against her wishes. She wasn’t pleading for mercy which showed Nick her inner strength. This Master Tom Sylver had her back. Nick’s back too!
As Nick faced away Ollie drew his gun back in favor of his fist and took a swing at Nick. In being right next to the truck Nick side shifted using his palm to slap the gun hand aside. The fist in flight struck the truck’s back door lightly denting it, but it was definitely painful. A loosened grip on the gun Nick slapped it from his grasp and into the air. A swift snatch it was in Nick’s possession and finger on the trigger. Snapping off shots into the sky right next to Oliver deafened the man temporarily as he covered his ears. Emptying the clip Nick hurled the firearm out into a ditch of stank water and reeds. A swift roundhouse kick in the air connected with Oliver’s jaw sending him to his back.
Down for the count Nick turned to the remaining four bikers holding Dawn. Hands in his pants pockets he took a slow methodical stroll toward the group of nervous Santee thugs. Guns poised at Nick he simply kept walking. “What are you guys getting off first? Your guns or Miss Bearpaw here?”
Fingers left her cunt, and she became a shield. Nick closed in removing only his right hand from his pocket. With a grin at Dawn, he took his fingers and replaced Sid’s entering her drenched vulva. “Hope you don’t mind I use you to make a point.” Lifting her thighs beneath his hand she instantly squirted a very vivid waterfall. No disrespect to Newton’s full name! She cried out then began laughing.
“And that’s how it’s done.”
Sid and the others eased back but held guns poised. Nick patting Dawn on her arm with wet fingers told her to pull her shorts up and go sit in the truck. Easing away from them she drug her now wet white shorts up and back on in transit. Watching her climb in and lock the doors Nick hummed to himself as if utilizing intimidation through swagger. They didn’t know what to make of his calm demeanor.
“Alright!” He brought his left hand out and clapped his palms together once before folding his arms over his chest. “Who goes into the ditch first? Certainly not me.”