Craving the biker's widow
I crack my knuckles, jaw tight, ready to move once Blaze calls it in.
Blaze slows just before the gate, rolling the window down like he’s some lost delivery guy.
“Yo!” he calls,waving lazily. “My guys……. help a brother out, yeah?”
The guards glance at each other, already annoyed. “This ain't a parking lot,” one of the idiots says.
Another step forward. Big dude. Belly first, brain last.
“What the hell, you want?” he barks.
Blaze leans halfway out the window, grinning like a fool. “Man, I messed up. Think I left my wife and kids at that supermarket back there—” he jerks a thumb behind him.“—crazy woman’s probably screaming my name right now…”
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