Beautiful Outlaw(5)

“Do you have someplace safe that she can go?”

I’m about to tell him that I’ll take her to Nina’s, when I notice Domino’s panties laying near the edge of the bed. They’re light blue, so shear they’re nearly see through. They looked fuckin’ amazing on her, but I bet they would look even better on Laura. I stare at them for a second more, before a slow smile spreads across my face. Yeah, I’ll keep her somewhere safe, in my bed. Unlike her husband, she’ll be the only one in it, until she is gone.

“Yeah, I have somewhere for her.” I state, still smiling. “You bringing her to me or you want me to come get her?”

“I need you to get her. I’m putting her on a bus, in a couple of hours. She should reach Madisonville around midnight tonight. Can you pick her up?”

“Why the hell are you sending her there? I don’t mind the ride; it isn’t that far, a little more than two hours, but why the hell don’t you have her come into Owensboro?”

He sucks in a deep breath, letting me know how nervous he is. “Madisonville is far enough away from you and the club that her husband will have a hell of a time tracking her to you.”

For the first time since we started talking, I feel a tingle of real unease about the situation. It sounds like there may be more to this story than just her husband getting his rocks off with someone else. “Is it that bad? Should I be expecting this dickhead to show up at the door?”

“I hope the hell not.” He says, before lowering his voice to continue. “If he does, everything she has done will be for nothing. Her whole life will be wasted.”

What the hell? “Man, I think you need to tell me what the fuck is going on.”

I hear the sound of a car door opening, just before it slams shut again. “I really don’t have time. I only have a few hours to get her shit sorted and head out of town. I’ll call you later and fill you in.”

Shoving my wallet in my back pocket, I start to wonder what the hell I’m getting my ass into. “Just tell me, do you think this bastard will cause trouble?”

“Not if he doesn’t find out she’s alive.”

His words stop me dead in my tracks. “What the fuck, man?”

Before he can answer, I hear a feminine voice in the background. I can only guess it is his sister, when I hear him ask if she’s ready. They talk for a minute more before he asks, “Will you be there to pick her up?”

Finally lighting my cigarette, I pull in a long draw. “Yeah, but I need a little more information than just Madisonville, around midnight.”

“She’ll be at the Greyhound station at 11:55.” He’s silent for a moment, before he continues in a hushed tone. “She has red hair now; she looks nothing like she used to.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.” He answers, still in a near whisper.

Well shit… there went my fantasy, but it sounds like I need to be more concerned with her safety than getting my dick wet. “I’ll be there, Lock.”

“Take care of her, Bowie, please.”

I can hear the fear in his voice, and I have the urge to drive to North Carolina and kill the fucker who put it there. “I will man, promise.”

Without saying goodbye, he hangs up. I pull the phone away from my ear and shove it into my pocket. Walking over to the dresser, I stub out my cigarette in the ashtray and turn to the door. I only make it a few steps before Domino walks out of the bathroom, covered in only a towel. She lets it drop, before walking over to me and laying her hand on my chest.

“You’re not running off, are you? I thought we had plans.” She says, as her hand makes its way down to my jean covered cock.

I look across the room at the clock and see that it’s still early, I don’t need to be at chapel for a while. Looking back at her, I slap her bare ass. “I’m not going anywhere, until I’m finished with you.”





Saying Goodbye to Me


Laura

I watch as my car plummets into the Catawba River, while I force my legs to stay upright. The splash is so fierce it causes droplets of water to reach me on the bank, far away from the impact. I stare at the bubbles popping up in the river as it sinks deeper into its watery grave. When it finally disappears, fear snakes its way through my chest, making it nearly impossible to breathe. I can’t believe I’m doing this, faking my own death.

“Come on, Laura. We have to get you to Bowie.” Jeremy pants out, running down the bank of the river.

I can hear the urgency in his voice, but I just can’t seem to take my eyes off the ripples in the water. It seems too simple, too easy. Could everything be fixed with a car crash, something that happens every day?