Sex Piston(37)

“I don’t keep much money in the register, just enough to make change. I wasn’t leaving cash in my drawer for some lazy fuck to come in and rob me,” Sex Piston told Joker, seeing her remark angered him. She was trying to draw his attention as Killyama tried to edge closer to him.

“She’s telling the truth. She only has twenty dollars in the register,” Dale said as he walked back into the room. He angrily walked up to T.A. “I thought you told me she had all kinds of money sitting around.”

T.A. stared back defiantly. “Ever hear of bank deposits?”

Dale lifted his hand with the gun in it and smacked her across her face. T.A. fell back against Lily who did her best to keep them from both falling. She was unsuccessful and they both fell to the floor hard.

“Get up!” Dale screamed, pointing the gun at T.A. “I didn’t set half the town on fire for twenty dollars!”

“You started the fire?” Crazy Bitch asked.

“It’s kept the cops busy, hasn’t it?” Bending down, he grabbed a handful of T.A.’s hair and pulled the struggling woman to her feet. Lily rose slowly to her own feet, the cape around her tearing slightly as she stepped on it to regain her footing. She put out a trembling hand to smooth her hair away from her terrified face. Sex Piston noticed a lump on the side of her forehead from where she had hit her head when she had fallen.

“What are we going to do now?” Dale asked, moving backward to Joker as he carefully kept the women in his view.

“She’s going to take you to the bank and withdraw some cash. If she tries anything, kill her.” Pointing the gun at Sex Piston, he made his threat clear. “I’ll kill one of these sluts every thirty minutes until you’re back.”

Sex Piston’s blood ran cold at Joker’s threat.

“Let’s go.” Dale motioned Sex Piston out the door.

Her thoughts raced as she tried to figure out a plan to free her friends. In her car they kept the bat, but the chances of her actually grabbing it or the weapons Killyama had in the trunk weren’t very high when he had a gun pointed at her.

“Move your ass. And, Sex Piston, you try any shit with me and I’ll make sure that I kill you then kill every one of those bitches waiting for you to come back,” Dale ordered harshly.

Sex Piston gave him a cold glare as she slowly started to walk out of the room. “You always were a dick, Dale. You think I’m stupid enough that I haven’t already figured out that you’re planning on killing us anyway?”

The expression on his face confirmed her worst fears.





Chapter Fourteen



“I’ll get you money,” she gave in, figuring that she stood a better chance getting Dale alone than cramped into the small back room with two guns pointed at them.

It was better if they separated. Maybe one of them would be able to manage to escape. She caught Killyama and T.A.’s eyes, passing the silent message.

Sex Piston spun on her heels and walked to the front of the store, leading Dale through the empty shop. Unlocking the front door, she searched the parking lot with a quick glance.

“Lock the door back up,” Dale ordered. Sex Piston took her shop keys out of her pocket.

“Move,” she demanded him to get out of her way before turning back toward the door. After she locked the door, he jerked her away and pushed her toward her car parked on the side of the building. The parking lot was pitch black as she carefully walked so that she wouldn’t trip in her high-heeled boots.

She opened her car door, forcing Dale to take a step back.

Hearing a shuffle, she looked over her shoulder to find Stud’s arm around Dale’s neck from behind, holding him still while Shade took the gun out of his hand. Shade pointed the gun at Dale while Stud pressed against Dale’s throat until he passed out. Stud let him fall to the ground.

Bear moved out of the shadows, picking up Dale as the other brothers from the club came out of the darkness.

“Put him somewhere and leave two men watching over him,” Stud told Bear.

Sex Piston watched as they carried Dale off before turning back to Stud and Shade.

“You okay?” Stud asked.

She nodded, barely able to keep herself from throwing herself into his arms. She had learned to be tough long ago. Right now, she needed to keep her mind on her friends who were still in danger.

“Joker has the others in the back of the shop, Stud. He has a gun pointed on them,” Sex Piston told them.

“We know.” Stud grimly moved toward her to take her in his arms, holding her close. Sex Piston allowed herself a moment to relax against him.

“How?”

“Lily. We’ve been listening in on her cell phone,” Shade answered.