Ridden Hard: Taken By The Heaven's Assassins MC - Plot & Excerpts
As with the rest of the bar, it captures “shabby” with particular gusto, but completely misses out on “chic”: unreasonably dim lighting, cracked mirror, chipped and stained plastic countertop, taps that won’t quite shut off, and a battered metal toilet stall inscribed with the telephone numbers of countless “good times”. The first man closes and locks the restroom door, sealing out the loud thumping of rock music, while his friend opts to remove his sunglasses and paces nervously back and forth in front of the lone urinal, eyes fixed downwards on his black leather boots. Finally, the second man throws up his arms. “Like, what the fuck, dude!” he exclaims irritably. “What’s so fuckin’ important you had to take me away from those wet college cunts? I was about to score with a pair of teenage dykes!” He gives me a wary glance. I suppose he figures I might not appreciate hearing such crude comments, but I’ve heard far worse. I take another slow sip of my martini, appreciating its soothing burn.
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