pirate. Grim reco

f he had, there would are a way, much different atmosphere to the night.

members of the Black Pirates, similar to it had been Gabe's job for the Beat Machines. Big, dark-haired, and scary. He was nearly as big as Grim and had a face toughened from years

f the Beat Machines, and also the best reason that G

ocean was a bit bit wet. No other man was ski

rned—was to stay the peace with the Black Pirates, which was s

ng his hand outstretched f

“I got nothing to try to to with you.

ntrance still wet on top of Grim’s hand, shifted to maneuver away. Instead, his fingers simply rubbed harder on her clit. She shuddered, throbbing in pleasur

ed—and thirsty for release. His eyes narrowed on Eagle, wo

rill in anything. If he wasn’t visiting fuck

turn to your table. she-bop along with your friends, I don’

rim, finally turning around. “S

the closer they'd come to fighting. He probe for reasons to stay tal

stood up—and so then,

track of Grim's lap, whimpering a touch as she di

clone —but that was a matter for later. Brothers backed

heir hands. The Beat Machines did the same—Mitch pulled out a pair of knu

sh on the ceiling, filling the bar with a significant boom and mud from the shattered plaster. He p

here,” he

oth keeping an eye fixed on one

nife popping open. He twisted and snapped Eagle’s hand away

like Eagle to undertake and stab him within th

Fists flying into each other's faces, boots kicking into ribs,

tes to their four Beat Mach

liked

he gasoline pump outside was near. He heard Gabe and Mitch duking it out with the Black Pirates, the prospect roaring like si

utely necessary. Most of the time, h

and whacked him over the top with it. It made a tough, satisfying clang and thunk sound, opening up another gash on his head. Then,

and blue lights swarming within the dark of the night. The highway patrol, pr

a good one if you

utlaw bikers shot back at the cops, filling their newly-arrived cars with bullets. Grim s

im. “Grim, we gott

ling Eagle, to ending the son of a bitch

rom the within out. Too good for Eagle,

ill to talk of. His blood pounded, his co

, and dashed back to his bike. Gabe, who

growled. “They fuc

aid Mitch

atter,” said

rder all cop and black pirate on the scene. But there was an excessive amount

ight, leaving the wreckag