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attempt to splinter the hinges.
The commotion stopped for a moment.
Then suddenly, “Bo? Duff!” Lily yelled, and Duff heard the unmistakable sound of a fist slamming into soft flesh.
Duff kicked in the door. “Let her go now, or I swear to fucking Christ I'll shoot you dead."
"Fuck all y'all!” Shane Doherty dragged Lily in front of him. She was shaking like a leaf, blood dribbling from her lip down the front of her torn nightshirt. But she wasn't the only one bleeding, Duff noted with admiration. She'd dug scratches beneath Doherty's eye and may have even broken his nose.
"Remember his gun!” she screamed. “It's in the back of his jeans."
"Not anymore.” Shane withdrew the gun and placed it to Lily's head. “See how that works, baby?"
Duff cocked his pistol. “Let her go."
"Or what, cowboy? Didn't we just do this dance? If you were gonna kill me, you woulda did it back at your place."
"Oh, that's rich.” Bo moved forward, showing his hands. “I'm not carrying, Doherty. Just release the lady, and we'll be on our way."
"Ain't no ladies here. But she's not going anywhere with you.” He leered at Duff. “She's mine, remember? Thought you learned that lesson a few years back. Shit, I'm really confused about why you and your gay boy want her back so damn much."
"His gay boy is more man than you could ever be.” Her sudden hysterical laughter sent a charge through the room. “In every way."
"Wh-what?” Shane seemed to forget the two men. “You had sex with him? What the fuck?” He grabbed Lily and spun her, pushing her backward until she was forced to stare into his eyes. “You had sex with both of them?"
"And it was good.” Tears poured down her cheeks. “Oh my God, it was so good. They made me feel things you never have."
Shane's grip slackened enough for Lily to catch her breath. Her next dig was loud and clear. “You don't hold a candle to either of them in any respect, Shane. And a bitch-whore like me oughta know."
Enraged and drunken, Shane cocked his gun hand back to strike her.
Duff advanced on them, heading off the blow before it made contact. He smashed the barrel of his gun across Shane's fist, forcing him to drop his piece. Clutching his hand, Shane fell to his knees. Lily stood by, her eyes wild, rocking on the balls of her feet.
"You're going to leave town tonight, Doherty, and you aren't going to come back.” Duff stepped on the mangled hand, satisfied when a faint crunching sound sent Shane into hysterics.
"You motherfucking, cocksucking bastard,” Shane moaned. “All this trouble over a two-bit whore—"
"Shut up!” Bo commanded. “Not. Another. Word."
Duff pulled him to his feet, releasing him with a shove.
"Shit...I think you broke it!"
"Too bad. So sad. Start walking. Don't look back."
Muffled footsteps caught their attention. “What in the hell?” An older gent with white hair and loose dentures tottered inside. “I don't know what you fellas think you're doing messing up my motel. I'm calling the police."
"Don't bother.” Duff spoke with authority. “They already know we're here. I'm sorry about the door. I'll pay for it.” Handing Bo the gun, he snagged a piece of paper from the bedside table and scrawled his number on it. “Give me a call when you know the damage."
The man accepted the paper with trembling hands. He eyed Bo suspiciously. “We don't allow no violence here, so I'd appreciate it if you'd put the gun away."
Bo nodded. “No problem. I'll put it away as soon as I'm done escorting Mr. Doherty to his car.” He thrust the gun against Shane's lower back, not even allowing him to grab any of his belongings before pushing him outside. The old man shook his head, leaving Duff and Lily alone.
She wouldn't look at him.
Duff went to her, folding her hand in his. “You all right? Did he hurt you?” He cursed himself as soon as the idiotic question left his mouth. Blood congealed on her neck and dried on her swollen lips. Of course the
The commotion stopped for a moment.
Then suddenly, “Bo? Duff!” Lily yelled, and Duff heard the unmistakable sound of a fist slamming into soft flesh.
Duff kicked in the door. “Let her go now, or I swear to fucking Christ I'll shoot you dead."
"Fuck all y'all!” Shane Doherty dragged Lily in front of him. She was shaking like a leaf, blood dribbling from her lip down the front of her torn nightshirt. But she wasn't the only one bleeding, Duff noted with admiration. She'd dug scratches beneath Doherty's eye and may have even broken his nose.
"Remember his gun!” she screamed. “It's in the back of his jeans."
"Not anymore.” Shane withdrew the gun and placed it to Lily's head. “See how that works, baby?"
Duff cocked his pistol. “Let her go."
"Or what, cowboy? Didn't we just do this dance? If you were gonna kill me, you woulda did it back at your place."
"Oh, that's rich.” Bo moved forward, showing his hands. “I'm not carrying, Doherty. Just release the lady, and we'll be on our way."
"Ain't no ladies here. But she's not going anywhere with you.” He leered at Duff. “She's mine, remember? Thought you learned that lesson a few years back. Shit, I'm really confused about why you and your gay boy want her back so damn much."
"His gay boy is more man than you could ever be.” Her sudden hysterical laughter sent a charge through the room. “In every way."
"Wh-what?” Shane seemed to forget the two men. “You had sex with him? What the fuck?” He grabbed Lily and spun her, pushing her backward until she was forced to stare into his eyes. “You had sex with both of them?"
"And it was good.” Tears poured down her cheeks. “Oh my God, it was so good. They made me feel things you never have."
Shane's grip slackened enough for Lily to catch her breath. Her next dig was loud and clear. “You don't hold a candle to either of them in any respect, Shane. And a bitch-whore like me oughta know."
Enraged and drunken, Shane cocked his gun hand back to strike her.
Duff advanced on them, heading off the blow before it made contact. He smashed the barrel of his gun across Shane's fist, forcing him to drop his piece. Clutching his hand, Shane fell to his knees. Lily stood by, her eyes wild, rocking on the balls of her feet.
"You're going to leave town tonight, Doherty, and you aren't going to come back.” Duff stepped on the mangled hand, satisfied when a faint crunching sound sent Shane into hysterics.
"You motherfucking, cocksucking bastard,” Shane moaned. “All this trouble over a two-bit whore—"
"Shut up!” Bo commanded. “Not. Another. Word."
Duff pulled him to his feet, releasing him with a shove.
"Shit...I think you broke it!"
"Too bad. So sad. Start walking. Don't look back."
Muffled footsteps caught their attention. “What in the hell?” An older gent with white hair and loose dentures tottered inside. “I don't know what you fellas think you're doing messing up my motel. I'm calling the police."
"Don't bother.” Duff spoke with authority. “They already know we're here. I'm sorry about the door. I'll pay for it.” Handing Bo the gun, he snagged a piece of paper from the bedside table and scrawled his number on it. “Give me a call when you know the damage."
The man accepted the paper with trembling hands. He eyed Bo suspiciously. “We don't allow no violence here, so I'd appreciate it if you'd put the gun away."
Bo nodded. “No problem. I'll put it away as soon as I'm done escorting Mr. Doherty to his car.” He thrust the gun against Shane's lower back, not even allowing him to grab any of his belongings before pushing him outside. The old man shook his head, leaving Duff and Lily alone.
She wouldn't look at him.
Duff went to her, folding her hand in his. “You all right? Did he hurt you?” He cursed himself as soon as the idiotic question left his mouth. Blood congealed on her neck and dried on her swollen lips. Of course the
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