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Looking at the rectangle of leather made his nuts cringe, so
the bagger it was.
    Over breakfast she asked about going to her
place. “I can run over to the gun shop and pick up something I can
handle easily, and I should be fine tonight at the apartment, you
don’t have to babysit me every night, I know it’s cutting into your
time.” When he didn’t answer her, she looked up and saw his narrow
eyed stare. “What?”
    “Don’t start this shit today, you have a safe
place to go and someone to keep you from being hurt again. You want
a gun, I’ll teach you how to use one, it’s a good idea for any
woman to own her own protection if she has a need. It’s a better
idea for a woman to know how to shoot the damn thing. Fear can make
you reckless, and owning a gun is no guarantee that you’re safe.
You plan to keep it in your purse right?” At her nod, he continued.
“So what happens if your hands are full? You gonna drop what you’re
holding and fumble around in your purse for the gun? I can say with
complete confidence he’d have you down on the ground with his dick
in you faster than you can get the damn thing cocked and pointed in
his direction.”
    She was frowning, thinking about what he
said, he hoped she was anyway. In his opinion women should be made
to take self-defense classes from the day they could walk and talk
at the same time. It would save a lot of lives and trouble.
    “Lonnie is picking you up from here to take
you to the apartment, and you can grab what you need for the rest
of the week. Once he takes you to the bar, he’s staying, so you can
put him to work, or put him in a corner. He doesn’t let you out of
his sight, and he’s happily married so you don’t have to worry
about his big ass touching you. His ol’ lady would hand him his
junk in a blood soaked bag if he so much as looked at another woman
with interest.”
    When Lonnie walked into the diner, Stevie
wondered what his wife looked like, because the man was sexy as
hell. Tall, beach bum looks with a set of the prettiest blue eyes
she’d ever seen. She looked at John’s amused smile as she took in
the sight of his mechanic.
    She laughed, and winked at him. “Are you sure
his name’s not Ken?”
    He shook his head and looked toward Lonnie,
“No, he’s a Lonnie, you’ll figure it out.” He made the
introductions and walked out to the sidewalk with them. “She gives
you the slip, call me, the only place she’s by herself is in the
fuckin’ toilet, you got that?” He didn’t wait for a reply, he
grabbed Stevie and laid a long sexy kiss on her lips and patted her
on the ass. “Be good and don’t give the boy a hard time.”
    He mounted up, put on his helmet, and left
them standing there.
    Stevie looked at Lonnie, who was looking at
the people around them. “Well I guess it’s you and me, the boss has
left the minions alone. Should we go to his place and short sheet
the bed?”
    Her companion looked confused and she
understood what John had been smiling about. Shit, it was going to
be a long damn day.
    *****
    John headed to visit the cop shop. He wanted
a name, and since his garage worked on the cages, the cops
considered him friendly. He wasn’t a fan of cops since his stint as
one of them, but he wasn’t a hater either. They had a place and
were necessary most of the time. The ones who had their tin god
complexes didn’t last around these parts.
    Jimmy Wilson was sitting at the front desk
talking on the telephone when he walked into the place. The man was
alright, a little uptight at times, but he hadn’t given him any
problems, so John treated the shorter man with the respect he
gave.
    Jimmy hung up the phone and smiled at him, so
John nodded at him in greeting, neither man offered to shake hands,
the lines stayed drawn in some areas of the relationship between
the heat and the bikers.
    “What can I do for you today, John? Didn’t
that hussy, Billie Sue, send the check for tuning up the
cruiser?”
    John laughed