PROLOGUE

HUNTER

            “The Sickle” was crowded tonight, with all kinds of people. My idea, at first, was to have a bikers bar, but I won’t throw clients out just because they are not coloring books, just like most of my tattooed friends, or because they enjoy country music instead of rock music.

            I look around me and I think, where damn Lupita is when we fucking need her most? The counter is full of orders and right now, she decides to go over the pool table.

            Tonight is Black Music night, but it plays everything. It’s the only bar around where patrons can have a cold Budweiser, watch NFL games, and pick some sappy song on the jukebox. Besides being able to taste a delicious rare steak a la Hunter.

            On a corner table a bachelorette party was taking place. Imagine a bunch of noisy, drunk and hot women… Ah, my god, focus, focus, on work, but it had been sometime I haven’t found a women to fuck with my mind.

            Soon enough I’m going to get the same nickname as Adam, my older brother, “Mr. Wanker”.

            But, honestly, I’m not in the mood for empty conquests, fake boobs and shrill women moans I won’t even know the name the next day. I need some time to put my head on its place.

            I’m in a shitty phase in my life, so many changes, I make a huge effort to adapt to this little tranquil town, crazy to go back to the road, to go back to fights.

            Now the noisy women from the bachelorette party are on the dance floor between little screams of incentive and dancing around the pole.

            A small figure dances in the middle of the floor, eyes closes, wearing a provoking small white lace dress. Her brown skin contrasted with the whiteness of the delicate fabric, that waves with the swing of her hips, from one side to the other, as if she was rubbing herself against an imaginary male only she could only see.

            The dark and short hair with irregular side bangs over her eyes make her look like a girl. I still hadn’t seen her with her eyes open, but I think they must be beautiful.

            A fellow that loves creating chaos put his hand on her waits and she turned surprisingly fast, twisting the guys fingers and making him scream with pain.

            “No touching, sucker, let me enjoy my night.”

            I jump from behind the counter and go straight to them, deciding what’s the best option. I decide that grabbing Paul by his neck it’s not going to be something nice to do in my own bar.

            “Paul, get out of here and let the girls have fun.”

            Lupita runs by with a tray and the unknown provocateur gets a tequila shot, I look back to the counter and an immense force just keeps me standing still, my feet stuck on the floor and my eyes staring her.

            Till she turns her face to look me and I’m hit as if I was punched on the stomach.

            Her eyes were of a malte brown, so crystal like, hot, just like the shade of her burgundy red lipstick, pure fire!

            I’m standing still looking her dance, her hands going up and down the side of her body, between the curve and her boobs, through her hair and her hand chiseled waist.

            I can only think about one thing: I want to exchange her hands by mine, ah! By God, if I put my hands in that woman…

            When I’m about to go back to the counter, she touches her body on mine, while she savors the last drop of her tequila.

            She substitutes the imaginary male with my body, that is already altered by the musky and spicy smell that’s coming from her skin. I slide my hands smoothly through her arms and move my hips on the rhythm she conducts, sweeting cold and locking my jaw to stand the drive to put my hands on her.

            If I do this, there will be no way, I’ll eat her with a spoon, she’s a really hot woman!

            Her rips were slowly moving to the rhythm of Dance fro you by Beyonce.

           

            “… Tonight I’m gonna put my body on your body

            Boy I like it when you watch me, ah

            I’ll be rocking’ on my babe rocking’ rocking’ on my babe

            Swirling’ on you babe swirling’ swirling on you babe

            I wanna put my body on your body

            Promise not to tell nobody cuz

            It’s about to go down…”

           

            She slides her body on mine and when she gets up, she turns to face me, turning her face to look without taking her eyes off of me.

            Small and brash… Ah! Fuck, I like that.

            “You can dance, big guy.”

            “I only tried to move on your rhythm, baby.”

            She smiled and excuses herself, going to the restroom and I go back still very excited and a bit dizzy to the bar counter, being watched by Lupita, who saw me dancing with the hot unknown.

            “Who was that little delicious hot thing, Hunt?”

            I laugh out loud. Lupita is the bar waitress, a tall and provoking red head, totally feminine. She fucks more women then me and my three brothers together, flirting motherfucker.

            “No one for you, Lupita.”

            Yeah, I also want to know the name of that wracking train who hit me. Lupita laughs out loud and pokes me on the ribs when the pretty girl goes back to her friends table.

            “How do you know that, big guy?”

            “Instinct my dear, don’t even think about getting close to her, she’s mine.”

            When “pretty” says good-bye to some of her friends and is going away, I walk her to the door of the bar and introduce myself.

            “Come back here on a calm day, I make a delicious steak, pleasure, Hunter Vaugh.”

            She looks me with a smile and when I bend to kiss her cheeks, our mouths touch very slightly.

            So close, few inches, God give me strength.

            She is getting in her friend’s chevy, without telling me her name.

            “What’s you nome, baby?”

            She yells from the car, blowing me a kiss.

            “Maggie, big guy.”

            I’m going to see this woman again and the moment I’ll have her on my arms, things will get real.

            I close the bar in the middle of the night, still excited by Maggie’s dance.

            What a beautiful black woman, what a naughty smile. I’ve never seen her here, she must be new in town.

            Before getting inside the house, I go to the cellar, I’m going practice a little on the 1110 lb punching bag.

            Since fucking is out of question for some time, I need to fight to get my anger and energy out.

            Believing that a motherfucker got me out of fights, if it wasn’t for the shit I did when I found out Pamela cheating on me, maybe today I would still be fighting, and winning… Today I can’t fight anymore, at least while I’m still suspended, I’m only left with this shit on the punching bag, today it will have to do.