Buck From Long Way Down Novels & Stories

“Sort of contract jobs. Not much but it pays the bills.” Zach silently did not believe him. He knew there is something behind that cool demeanor and he means to find that out. “I didn’t get your last name,” he commented patiently. “Walters didn’t mention it.” “I didn’t,” Alex piped in softly. She looked at Zach, straight in the eye. “He’s last name is Buckworth. He’s the Bucky that’s been calling on my phone, sir.” “You always loved that name for me, do you, sweetheart?” Damon drawled, smiling down at her.

I was grateful for it, I really was, but--- Damn waiting for him to grow some fucking balls was getting annoying! And thinking about him, Bob (battery-operated boyfriend) just didn’t do it for me anymore. Buck had a body to absolutely die for, and I wanted to put my hands all over him! He was 6 feet, something terrible – because he was that tall! – and with guns the size of tree trunks! And yeah, I’d seen the bulge in his pants when I caught him staring a couple of times. Yeah, unless he had a wrench in his trousers, the man was hung!

Out of the Chaos Keira took the one man down and Sasha the other. Amid this battlefield there sat Sasha holding onto Buck's last breath for as long as she could. While the battle was won Buck was losing. "We are winning Buck you can't leave now." Buck's head was resting on her lap. Her tears dropped and made a trail over his face. His hand reached out to touch her face. "I am afraid you have to see this one through yourself. I am one of the lucky ones, I got to experience true love. I got to meet an angel."

The fact that some punk-*ss nobody thought he could compete with him based on the size of their wallet! “You are challenging me based on who has more money? You don’t even know you’re about to be executed!” Buck snarled before ordering one of his mooks to drag his travel bag over to him. The zipper was undone, and green hundred-dollar bills greeted the onlookers’ eyes. It all had to add up to quite a fortune!

The city was still brightly lit late at night. Maia quickly made a call. Someone picked up, and a deep male voice said, "Hey, I'm already at the bus stop. Where the hell are you? It's getting late, and I’m not keen on sticking around long enough to attract any weirdos, okay?" "Buck, you're two meters tall and weigh 120 kilograms. Do you seriously think anyone would dare to prey on you?" Soon enough, Maia pulled her car over at the bus stop. "About time, Maia!" The tall and sturdy Buck got into the backseat of her car. "So where are we headed?"

As Jimmy continued driving, I closed my eyes and ruminated over my plan that was to happen in four days. Ten minutes into the drive, the road turned jarring, the constant bumps triggering a wave of nausea. Instinctively, I placed a protective hand over my stomach and asked, "Jimmy, could you please slow down?" The respectful facade he'd maintained in Derek's presence vanished, replaced by a sneering contempt. "You bitch! Do you really think that you are Mrs. Church? How dare you order me around?" My eyes snapped open, a jolt of terror. We weren't on the hospital route. Jimmy had steered us into a desolate alley.

“For Christsake, Colt, that’s the dumbest damn thing I ever heard. I’m a little old to be defendin’ my honor, let alone yours.” “Kade’s got a point.” “Shut the fuck up, Buck.” Colt grinned. “I gotta admit I’m likin’ the way your new name rhymes.” Buck gave him the finger. “Maybe I didn’t mean honor as much as I meant I don’t wanna get shown up,” Colt said.

A faint, pink flush crept up his neck. "Can I... get a selfie with them?" he finally managed, his voice dry and raspy, like stones grinding together. "You mean these?" I laughed, a harsh, brittle sound in the cluttered silence. I hoisted them a little higher, the fabric of my dress straining. I knew it. I was totally, utterly unfair, wielding a weapon I despised. But I was riding a shitload of coke, fuelled by pure desperation, and I had absolutely nothing else to offer. My dignity was already lying in pieces next to a hipster's bed, and my financial autonomy was locked inside the very device he was now holding. This was the only currency I had left.

It was just one look. Buck suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream. His huge body lurched forward and crashed to his knees on the hard stone floor with a sickening crack of bone. He clutched desperately at his own throat, his face turning purple, eyes bulging as he gasped wide-mouthed for air that would not come. It was as if an invisible iron hand was crushing his windpipe, ready to snap his cervical vertebrae. I sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively stepped back.