Page 10 of Shar: A Woman Alone

Looking around, I notice a young woman trying to get to hervehicle, with three men circling her. She looks like she’s ready to bolt if shehas an opening. I hate to see this and usually, I’d mind my business, but sincebeing in prison and the reason, I just can’t ignore bullies, and this feelsoff.

Damn, I didn’t bring my Glock, so I look around in thevehicle to see if I can find anything to use. Nothing…shit…and they are gettingcloser to her. She's panicking.

Jumping out of the vehicle, I don’t stop to think when Ishout. “Hey babe, how are you doing? Haven’t seen you in forever. You gotyourself a new vehicle. I like it.” I’m babbling anything that comes into mymind at this point and hoping Crack will get out of the damn shop fast. Surelyit will not take him long to pay for gas.

The woman turns to me and must realize what I’m doing as shesmiles woodenly and shouts back to me. “Oh, hi. I’m good, I’ve had her a littlewhile now, but she needs a bit of work soon.”

I keep getting nearer and I can see the three men arelooking around because we’re drawing attention by shouting at each other. “Myman’s just paying for gas. I’d like you to meet him,” I continue, and that’swhen one asshole makes a grab for the woman, which triggers another to steptoward me.

I’m thankful that I’ve been having hand-to-hand with thebrothers and try to remember what I’ve been taught, so when the asshole grabsmy arm, I spin fast and bring my elbow up hard, smacking him in the face. Hebellows and lets go of me, and thankfully I don’t have to do anything else as Ihear Crack shouting.

Knowing Crack is running towards us, I rush forward and jumpon the asshole's back as he’s trying to drag the woman away. But there is athird and I’m happy when I hear the asshole being tackled by Crack.

Concentrating on what I’m doing, I keep one arm wrappedaround his neck and hook two fingers in his nostrils, then yank back hard. Hishead shoots back, but I keep the pressure on, even though it's disgusting.

He’s bellowing for me to get off, but I keep hanging on. Thewoman gets away from his grasp and he lifts his hands to grab me off his back,but I’m lucky, as she doesn’t run. She grabs his junk with both hands andsqueezes hard. He bellows and collapses to his knees; I let go, step back whilerunning my fingers down my jeans and I must have a curled-up nose as the womangrins at me when she sees what I’m doing.

We both stand watching this asshole when I’m grabbed frombehind and I do everything I can to get free, but I realize I’m being draggedbackward. I scream as loud as I can, “CRACK!”

A bellow rips through the air and I’m falling before I knowwhat’s happening. As I hit the ground, I roll, and getting to my feet, I seeCrack punching the shit out of the asshole. I’ve got to admit it's poetry inmotion.

The man goes down and is out for the count. Crack reelsaround and bellows at the assholes to get their man and get the fuck out ofhere before he finishes them. The two still standing grab the unconscious oneand drag him to a van, where they throw him in the back and drive away quickly.

The woman walks over to me and smiles. “Thank you so muchfor helping. I knew they were going to make a grab for me, but I wasn’t nearenough to my vehicle or the gas station shop. I was panicking about what to dowhen you shouted to me.”

“Hey, we women have to stick together. I thought they wereacting weird and when they started getting near you, I knew I had to dosomething. Crack here was in the shop paying for the gas, so I knew he wouldn’tbe long, but I just hoped he’d get out quick enough to help us.” I wrap my armaround Crack's middle and hug him, smiling my thanks up at him.

“I wasn’t sure what the fuck I was seeing when I walked outof the shop. But when the fucker grabbed you around the neck, I knew somethingbad was going down.” Crack kisses the top of my head and I’ve got to admit itwas pretty comforting.

“Well, I thank you both for helping me. I don’t know whatwould have happened, but my friend's sister went missing and we’ve not foundher yet, so maybe she was snatched, too?” She shakes her head, looking prettysad, I have to admit, but waves and makes her way to her vehicle.

“Come on, Shar, let’s get back to the clubhouse.” Crackthrows his arm around my shoulders and guides me back to our vehicle, helpingme in and closing the passenger door before walking around to the driver’sside. He takes off his cut and places it on the back seat before fastening hisseat belt and heading out of the gas station.

CHAPTER 5

Shar

Back at the clubhouse, Crack walks through to Sharp’s officeand I quickly go to my bedroom where I wash up before I find something to eatfor myself and Crack.

A tap on the door has me walking from the bathroom andopening it. Seeing it’s Zara, I smile at her. “Hi, Zara, what are you doinghere?”

“I’m having a week’s break from my studies. I’m well infront and now I’m doing all my schooling online. I can do it anytime during theday, and if I get it all done, my dad doesn’t care.” Following me into thebedroom, I close the bathroom door, then turn to Zara.

“Come on, let’s go find something for lunch. I’m going to bediscussing some ideas for the strip club later with Crack and Sharp. I’m notsure how keen they will be on some things I’m going to suggest.” I chuckle tomyself but see Zara rolling her eyes, too.

“These Neanderthals don’t like change much, I can tell you.If you want to alter a lot of things right away, they’ll not be happy aboutit.” I consider that, and maybe I should just throw a few ideas out to them,rather than all of my thoughts and ideas at once.

“Yeah, I think you’re probably right, Zara, and I’llprobably just give them a few things to think about now. I can sneak up on themwith other things as we go along.”

In the kitchen, the whore called Sandy gives us a nasty lookas we enter, but I give her one right back and place my hands on my hips toshow her I’m happy to throw down, if that’s what she wants.

Zara giggles, and Sandy turns to look at her, curling herlip. I step closer to her and point into her face. “Don’t even think aboutbeing disrespectful to a brother's daughter. She’s a club princess and not aclub whore like you, or the others, and you can let them all know that, too.”

“Fuck you,” Sandy snaps, but I laugh and respond, “Not withanyone’s dick would I fuck you.”

Zara is covering her mouth, trying her best not to laugh,but I don’t care. I laugh at the glare the whore seems to think will bother me.When someone wraps an arm around my neck from behind, I turn my head and seeSharp grinning. “You causing trouble already, Shar?”

“Na, I’m just telling this whore her position in the club isfar lower in the pecking order than Zara’s, and if she isn’t respectful toZara, I’ll kick her ass around the compound.”

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