Page 9 of Justified
“Hurry up, bitch.We ain’t got all night,” he urged.
“I’m going as fast as I can,” she whined.
He slammed the butt of his pistol against the top of her head and she fell down, holding her now bleeding wound as she cried.Yeah, idiot, that ought to make her speed up.
“Don’t talk back, bitch, just follow orders,” he snarled.He snatched up the bag of money she had loaded and shoved the rest of the cash into the bag from the register, then kicked her as she cried out.“Get the fuck up and let’s go to the safe.”
She feebly climbed to her feet, no doubt feeling a bit dizzy after a blow like that, but she managed to stay upright.She led the way and he followed.That gave me the opportunity I was waiting for.Divide and conquer.These two were bold, that was for sure, to hit this place up with just him and his boy as back-up.
Jordan kept completely still, as did the cook, so the bastard was keeping his eyes on me and the one other customer who was sitting at his table with both hands lying flat on the surface.He didn’t want to be shot because the guy mistook him for a threat.I got the reason for the submissive pose.I had a feeling they might kill everyone in this place, if only for the fact that we’d seen their faces.The police in Silver City weren’t completely incompetent, they just had a penchant for getting to the scene too late for the victims.So, I wasn’t putting any hope in one of them coming to the rescue.
Now was my time to strike.I rushed the son of a bitch when he turned to look at the cook and grabbed his gun-carrying hand, crushing it.It was one of my favorite and most effective tactics for disarming someone and getting the upper-hand at the same time.He cried out just before I wrapped my hand around his neck, snapping it.His partner heard the hubbub and came running out with the waitress all hysterical and in front of him as a human shield.
I pointed the gun I had taken from his now dead companion at him.“Let her go,” I ordered.
“You a fucking cop?”he asked as he looked around at the other patrons frantically.He was scared now, you could see it in his eyes, because he knew the plan they had was unraveling.Sweat poured down his temples as the fear seeped deeper into him.He hadn’t planned for anyone to stand up to them, let alone kill his partner.His chances of getting away with the money and/or his life were reduced significantly.
“I’m not a cop, but I love killing pieces of shit like you,” I said.From my peripheral vision, I saw Jordan crouched low under a table farthest from where I stood.Good boy.He wouldn’t be able to leave or go to the bathroom without drawing attention to himself, so where he was hiding was best.
“Look, just let me go and I won’t kill this bitch,” the guy said.It was his silly attempt at making a fucking deal, as if I would be interested.I didn’t take kindly to him pointing a gun at me and my friend.Plus, I had had my fill of looking down the barrels of guns today without getting proper revenge.
He was making sure to keep himself hidden behind Marnie pretty well.If I wanted to do a headshot, I’d have to go through hers and hope the bullet met its original target.Damn, I hated cowards.I looked for another way to take him out.
Ahh, I’d found it.“Sorry Marnie,” I said, then pulled the trigger, striking her in the upper thigh.The bullet went straight through her flesh and struck him in the crotch.Both screamed in pain, one was in more pain than the other, but at least he let her go to grab his bleeding dick and balls.Blood poured from both of their wounds, but I was only focusing on him.He was laying on the floor now as a pool of his blood formed around him.
“Motherfucker!”he cursed.“I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch ass motherfucker!”
Yeah, yeah, sure you will.Hurry up and die, I thought as I leaped over the counter.
Marnie fell to the floor, screaming and crying as she applied pressure to her wound.I could tell by how much blood she was losing that no vital arteries were nicked.Good.The cook raced over to drag her out of harm’s way as I approached my target.I stood over the would-be thief, gun aimed.“Sorry piece of shit,” I said, then pulled the trigger, blasting his brains, and pieces of his skull out of the back of his head in what resembled a starburst pattern.As far as I was concerned, it was taking him too long to die.
I looked down to see that some of his blood splattered on my clothes, but I didn’t have time to worry about that.There were more screams from the others, so I didn’t bother to stick around to do any consoling or explaining.I leaped back over the counter and ran out of the door.Jordan followed and we ran all the way home, taking a more complicated route back to throw off anyone who might have been on our trail.I wasn’t worried about leaving fingerprints behind, as those had been burned off two years ago when I thought I had a higher calling.
“Holy shit!”Jordan blurted out once we were safely inside of our soon-to-be-former home.
“Fuck!”I yelled in anger and frustration.Why did that shit have to go down there?I loved their food.Now I could never go back, and neither could Jordan.And the damned place was only a block away, no way could we stay here like that shit hadn’t just gone down.Eventually, sooner or later, we’d be spotted and taken away.
“We have to get out of here,” Jordan said, already on the same page I was.
“I know,” I said, slamming my ass into my favorite chair.“You need to rent a U-Haul tomorrow.I’ll find us another location to stay, if only for a little while.”I ran my fingers though my dark brown, curly locks.My hair was a little damp from sweat, but other than that, I was okay.
“I can’t believe that happened,” Jordan said breathlessly.He raced over to me, springing on my lap, taking me by surprise.“Eric, you were fucking amazing in there.Everyone lived and they didn’t get robbed because of you.You saved us,” he gushed, then he leaned down, kissing me.His kiss was pretty intense and, as he leaned into me even more, I felt the hardness of his cock against my stomach.
I grabbed him by his arms and pushed him back.“You don’t think I went too far?”I let his arms go.
He shook his head and pulled his t-shirt off.Okay.Apparently, watching me kill two thugs had put him in the mood.I wasn’t going to lie, I was sporting a boner too.My adrenaline was still pumping fast and strong through my veins and I was raring to go.
“You were fucking amazing and totally kickass.I mean, the way you took them out was so boss,” he said.“They would have killed us, I know it.I’m alive right now because of you.You are my hero, Eric.”He leaned forward, kissing me again.This time I didn’t push him off.I grabbed two handfuls of his round, firm ass and squeezed.God, his ass felt fantastic.I broke our kiss, then started sucking and nibbling his neck and shoulder.He leaned his head back, moaning as I devoured his flesh.I loved listening to the sounds he made while I worked him over.He moaned so sweetly.
Lifting him with ease, I tossed him on the sofa, then leaned back, pulling off my shirt.He started unfastening his pants and I pulled my sweats down around my thighs, freeing my hard cock.In my rush to get to that gorgeous ass of his, I yanked his jeans off, then ripped off his underwear.
“Fuck yeah,” I growled in lust as I pushed his legs back, exposing his dark, wrinkled pucker.I leaned down, wrapping my lips around his hole, and started lapping it with my tongue.
“Ahhhh, yeah… Mmmm,” Jordan moaned in pleasure.He really loved getting rimmed and I loved licking a fine asshole just as much as I loved fucking one.My cock was raging like a mad bull ready to do some serious ramming as I tongued the hell out of his ass.I swirled my tongue around, enjoying the tiny folds of his flesh as I brought him extreme pleasure.
“Ooooh shit!”Jordan cried out and I felt his legs jerk.
I kept lapping and sucking until I knew he couldn’t take it anymore.
