3 comments/ 4408 views/ 1 favorites Nomad's By: shirleyann Coco Reynolds was finally finishing her first shift at The Last Stop diner in a tiny little town called River's Bend. Her feet were killing her. The owner had been nice enough to hire her right off the street, even without any previous experience. One of the other waitresses had been especially unfriendly to her, being less than helpful in regards to teaching the new girl the ropes. Coco was instantly suspicious when the bitchy woman told her to take table four, which she knew was in the other woman's area of the diner. But, being the newest employee, she couldn't say no. The occupants of table four were a group of bikers. One was an older man with silver hair and a long scraggly looking beard. His deeply tanned face and wrinkles told her that he had probably been riding a bike since he was in his younger days. The other three men were considerably younger, and one in particular almost had Coco drooling on the spot. He caught her staring at him and gave her a knowing grin. Clearly, the blonde haired Adonis in a black leather vest knew how good looking he was. His striking blue eyes and five o'clock shadow made him look more like a model than a badass. She returned his smile and took out her note pad to write down their order. The other men at the table laughed openly at their friend's obvious effect on her. "What can I get you?" She asked them. The gorgeous biker who had caught her eye boldly reached out and ran his fingers over the name tag she was wearing, purposely grazing her breast. She gasped in surprise and took a step back. The other men at the table were practically licking their lips as they leered at her and enjoyed her discomfort. But Coco had been raised her whole life around these kinds of men. She quickly composed herself and glared at the man who had dared to touch her inappropriately. She might have been the new girl on the job, but she wasn't a doormat. Her lack of fear or embarrassment only encouraged the bikers, and she knew from experience that the only way to deal with men like them was to stand her ground and not let them see how much they intimidated her. "I like your name." The blonde one said with a mischievous grin. "It's sexy." He added. "Thank you." She answered politely. "Do you know what you want?" Well, shit. As soon as the words left her mouth, she wished she could take them back. The man's wicked grin told her that he knew exactly what he wanted, and it wasn't anything that was on the menu. Coco couldn't help but laugh at his lust filled expression. The man wasn't even trying to hide his interest in her. Neither were his friends, and more than one of them were staring at her like they would eat her instead of food if they could. The waitress who had insisted she take the table was standing ten feet away, snickering at her. "I want you, in my bed." The blonde answered her. She expected his sexually loaded answer, but when he reached out to touch her again...she had finally had enough. Coco grabbed his hand and placed it on the table. He put his other hand on top of hers, caging her hand between both of his. She rolled her eyes and tried to pull her hand away, but he wasn't letting go. "Could you please just order? This is my first day here. You don't want to get me fired, do you?" She said seriously. The man released her then and ordered a burger and a milkshake. The other men ordered too, and Coco was grateful that the blonde man wasn't going to keep messing with her. She glared at the waitress who had sent her to them, and the woman sneered at her. When Coco was on her way back to the table with their food, the other waitress purposely bumped into her...causing her to drop the handsome biker's food right in his lap. "What the fuck?!" He yelled, but he had seen that it wasn't Coco's fault. The other men at the table roared with laughter at their friend's predicament. Coco heard the other waitress laughing at her as she apologized and tried to clean up the mess. The manager came over to the table then and scowled at her. He had given the young woman a chance when she came in looking for a job because he felt sorry for her. She couldn't have been older than 23, and he knew that she'd be hard pressed to get a job in the small town. Someone had to give the poor girl a chance. But he was regretting that decision now. "I'm sorry, sir." He said to the biker who was now covered in food. "She's new." The waitress who had caused the whole mess in the first place had the nerve to come over to the table. The woman had been an employee of the diner for several years, and she was also the owner's cousin. She knew that she could pretty much behave any way she wanted to without getting fired, and she proceeded to taunt Coco. "What's the matter, honey? You can't put one foot in front of the other?" She teased. Coco had only just gotten into town that very day. She had walked into the diner and asked if they were hiring. She had blown through most of her money, and she wasn't due to start her next job for another week, so she figured she'd make a few bucks in between gigs while she was traveling. Coco knew that she should have just kept her cool. But her temper wouldn't be denied, and she shocked them all when she turned around and punched the other waitress in the face hard enough to send the woman flying into the table behind them. The owner rushed over to his cousin to help her, apologizing to the patrons whose meal was now in ruins. Coco didn't bother waiting for her new boss to fire her. She stormed into the break room and took off her uniform. She was about to put her own clothes back on when the blonde biker stormed in. She yelped in surprise and glared at the man. He was raking her nearly naked body with hungry eyes. At 5 foot 7, Coco had tan skin from being half Mexican, and long wavy brown hair. Her most striking feature was the green eyes that she got from her Irish mother. She wasn't a stunning beauty, but she was pretty. The biker's eyes were taking in her full breasts and toned body. Coco had been told a hundred times that she could have been a model, but she had no interest in putting herself on display like that. Besides, she liked eating too much to sign up for a life that would revolve around her staying as thin as possible. Ignoring the biker who was fucking her with his eyes, Coco put her jeans and t-shirt back on before pulling on her boots. She grabbed her back pack and tried to push past the man who hadn't moved an inch or said a word since he had barged in on her. When he grabbed her by the shoulders and crashed his mouth onto hers, she was too stunned to do anything but stand there and let him kiss her. It never even occurred to Coco to fight the man off. When he thrust his tongue into her mouth, she opened to him and melted into his embrace. He was taller than her, and his growing erection was poking her in the stomach by the time he let her up for air. Coco staggered when he let her go, drawing much needed air into her lungs. When he smiled down at her and grabbed her hand, she finally came to her senses and started resisting him. "Hey! I don't even know your name." She said breathlessly. When he half dragged her out of the break room and through the diner to where his friends were waiting, she really started to panic. There was no way she was going to leave with them. But one look at the other people in the diner told her that she wasn't going to get any help. The owner was clearly angry at her for hitting his cousin, and the other patrons were going out of their way not to look in her direction at all. They must have been afraid of what the bikers would do if they intervened. "I'm Tank." The blonde man said when they got outside the diner. He quickly introduced the other men to Coco, but knowing their names didn't make her feel any better. She was still going to scream bloody murder if they tried to take her with them. When the four men got onto their motorcycles, Coco began to think that they might leave her alone when Tank didn't immediately try to get her onto the bike with him. He must have realized that he wouldn't be able to force her to cooperate on a motorcycle. "Where do you live?" He asked her. "I'll give you a ride home." Shit. That was a question that she didn't have an answer for. She looked up and down the street, hoping that there was a hotel somewhere within walking distance. Coco knew she must have looked like a deer caught in headlights, standing there looking scared and clutching her back pack like a crazy homeless woman. "Don't you have any place to stay?" Tank asked her, his expression softening. "I only just got into town this morning. Is there a hotel here?" She asked him. "There's a bed and breakfast inn. But they're booked solid for the town's annual festival." Tank said with a wicked smile. He had gone back to seduction mode in the blink of an eye. Fuck. Coco hadn't bothered to call ahead. She never dreamed that the only place to stay in a town the size of Mayberry wouldn't have any vacancies. All she needed was a room to crash in until the next renaissance faire that she was going to be working at. Working in the diner would have given her some extra spending money, since she sucked at budgeting. Tank could practically see the wheels turning in the woman's head, and he knew he'd be able to get her to go with him...if he didn't scare her too bad. He looked at his friends, who were all thinking the same thing. Their smiles told him that they expected him to share her with them. But this wasn't some whore who knew what she was getting into with them. She was just a woman he wanted to fuck that also happened to need a place to stay. "You can come stay at the bar where I live." Tank told her. "There's an empty room you can use." Coco used her unique ability to look into his mind to see what his true intentions were. She was an honest to god mind reader, and she traveled like a gypsy from one faire to the next...making an easy living while getting to see the world. He wanted to have sex with her, but she didn't see any intention to harm her. The other men wanted her too, but their minds didn't reveal any desire to force themselves on her. They were all men who were used to getting any woman they wanted. And they were all assuming that she wouldn't say no to them once they got her alone. Coco could have just waited for the next bus to take her to another town, but the man called Tank turned her panties into a puddle of desire. And she felt reasonably confident that the men weren't going to hurt her. "You live in a bar?" She asked him. "Yeah. I'm friends with the owner. And he has a few rooms that he rents out." Tank answered. The men hooted and hollered when she got onto the back of Tank's bike and wrapped her arms around his waist. They sped out of town and onto the long, dusty highway for several minutes until they came to what looked like a rundown bar in the middle of nowhere. There was a faded sign on the building that said Nomad's Tavern. There were several other motorcycles parked outside of it, and Coco forced herself to stay composed as Tank took her hand and brought her inside. The other men followed, but they didn't attack her the minute she was inside. That was a good sign...so far. But her guard was still up, and she wasn't incapable of defending herself if she had to. There were half a dozen other men in the place, as well as a few women who looked like hookers that had turned one trick too many. It was still early in the day, so the bar wasn't yet open for business. The people looked like they were hung over or half dead, but the men perked up when they saw Coco. She didn't need to read their minds to know what they were thinking. Tank ignored everyone as he took her to the back of the building where there were several doors. She assumed they were bedrooms. He opened one of the doors with a key and took her inside. It clearly wasn't an unoccupied room. In fact, there was a naked woman sleeping on the bed. Coco was shocked when Tank yelled at the woman to wake up and get out. It took a few moments for the groggy woman to comply after shooting Coco a scathing glance, and she walked out of the room as naked as the day she was born. "I don't want you to throw someone out of their room for me." Coco said as Tank took off his vest and kicked off his leather boots. It quickly became obvious that the room they were in was his. Jealousy quickly reared its ugly head, which was completely ridiculous. She didn't even know the man. But his arrogance at assuming that she wouldn't mind seeing another woman in his bed pissed her off. "I might have lied about there being an empty room for you." He told her as he backed her up against the closed door. His hands were planted on either side of her head, caging her in. Coco scanned his mind again, but he still didn't have any intention of hurting her...just seducing her. And she was ok with that. It seemed only fitting that she would end up at a place whose very name reflected her roaming lifestyle. She was a nomad, just like Tank was. "You're very full of yourself, aren't you?" Coco teased. She was fighting the urge to put her arms around his neck and draw him down for a kiss. But he needed to know that she wasn't a complete door mat, even if they ended up fucking. If the woman who had been in his bed had any kind of claim on him, then Coco was going to choose another man to shack up with until it was time for her to move on. "Why did your girlfriend let you bring another woman in here?" She asked him. The look on his face almost had her laughing. He looked like she had just said the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. And then he actually shuddered as if she had just asked him to eat shit or something. "Girlfriend?" He said. "Trixie's just one of the local whores. That woman's been ridden more times than the horses in the Kentucky derby." He leaned down then and nuzzled Coco's neck. "Just wanted to make sure I wasn't stepping on anyone's toes here." She replied in almost a whisper. It didn't matter if he thought she was a tramp for sleeping with him so quickly. Coco was a free spirit, and she never stayed in one place long enough to form emotional attachments or give a damn what anyone thought of her...including the men she fucked when the mood struck her. Tank kissed her then, and any reservations she had evaporated. Coco gave as good as she got, practically ripping his clothes off as her tongue dueled with his. She wondered how that talented mouth was going to feel between her legs as he made quick work of undressing her. He tossed her on the bed and pounced on her. They were both breathing heavily, and Coco's body almost jolted off the bed in delight when Tank took one of her stiff nipples into his warm mouth and sucked...hard. He grinned at her when he thrust his hand between her legs and felt how wet she was for him. Coco squirmed under his heavy body and parted her legs. Tank loved her enthusiasm as he slowly made his way down her body, licking and biting her every inch of the way. He was thrilled to see that not only was her pussy clean shaven and glistening with arousal, but she also had a tattoo just above it of a scorpion with the stinger pointing down to what he was about to discover was heaven on earth. Coco moaned loudly when he ran his tongue along her folds for the first time, and she leaned up on her elbows to watch him. He used his fingers to hold her open as that magnificent tongue quickly found her clit. She arched her back and threw her legs over his shoulders, digging her heels into his back and pulling him in closer. When Tank thrust two fingers inside her, she struggled not to scream as her climax raced to the surface. A powerful orgasm was right on the horizon, and she didn't want the other men to hear her. That would have been like ringing the dinner bell, and she had no intention of fucking every man in the bar. Tank pumped his fingers in and out of her, and when he bit lightly on her clit she came hard...flooding his mouth with her juices. Tank grabbed a condom and slid it down his length as he flipped Coco onto her hands and knees. He loved making a woman come in his mouth, almost as much as he loved drinking and fighting. Almost. Wrapping his wrist around Coco's long hair, he slapped her ass hard with the other hand as he slammed into her in one forceful thrust. Coco bit her lip almost hard enough to taste blood in her attempt to keep from crying out. Fuck. Tank filled up every inch of her, and she squeezed her inner muscles as he set a furious pace. It didn't take long for the bed to start bumping against the wall with the strength of their movements, and it was then that Coco knew the other men would have to be deaf not to hear what they were doing. "You're too quiet, baby." Tank growled in her ear before he bit her neck and sucked the skin. He was purposely marking her so that the other men would see that she was his. Even if they got a turn with her, they'd know that she had chosen him first. "Scream for me." Coco finally let loose a loud yell as he hammered into her even harder in his determination to make her lose her damn mind. The bed frame creaked, and the plaster where the bed was hitting the wall looked like it was going to start falling off at any second. Another mind numbing orgasm was fast approaching, and when Tank reached around to rub her clit...Coco knew he was about to finish too. "Come for me, baby." He demanded. Coco shrieked in ecstasy just as Tank roared with his own release. She slumped onto her stomach, and he laid down next to her...exhausted and content. Once Coco could think straight again, she leaned on her side and stared at Tank. "How did you get your nick name?" She asked. He was taller and bigger than she was, but she knew from being raised around bikers that there had to be a story behind a name that was clearly meant to intimidate his enemies. "I might not be too scary to look at, but when a man hits me...it's like hitting an armored tank. At least, that's what they tell me." He explained proudly. When he looked at her, the sight of her naked body made his cock start twitching again. Fuck. He could stay buried in that gorgeous body all night. "Do you guys have any food here?" Coco asked as she started putting her clothes back on. "I'm starving." Tank let her get dressed, knowing that he had all the time in the world to fuck her senseless now that she was staying in his room. He threw on his jeans and his boots, not bothering to wear a shirt or his vest for the moment. He smiled wickedly when his new toy looked at his bare chest like she wanted to eat him instead of having real food. "Hey." She said when he went to open the door. "Just so you know, I'm not going to fuck your friends just because you and me hooked up." Tank understood her fear, and he gently placed his palm against her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned her face into his hand before she gazed up at him with a trust that he knew he hadn't earned yet. His friends were man whores, just like he was. But he had never known any of them to actually force themselves on an unwilling woman. It wasn't necessary when there were always at least three women in the bar at any given time who wouldn't turn them down. All eyes were on Coco when they stepped back into the bar, and there were several more people there than when they had arrived. Music was playing, and the women were openly glaring at her as she clung to Tank. Coco blushed ten shades of red when the men started clapping and hollering their approval of what she had been doing behind closed doors with a man she had just met. She was surprised when she saw a face she recognized behind the bar. Coco hadn't seen the man in years, but she would know him anywhere. Tank was taken aback when she climbed right over the bar and threw herself into the man's arms. The owner of the bar caught Coco and twirled her around a couple of times before he put her back on her feet. Nomad's "Uncle Bull! I haven't seen you in forever." She said before she reached up on her toes and kissed the man on his cheek. Uncle? Oh, fuck. Had Tank just fucked the owner's niece? He had known Bull for about a year. And he was one of the toughest, meanest, hardest men he had ever met. Seeing the guy acting so lovey dovey was almost...weird. "What are you doing in this neck of the woods, little girl? Last I heard you were working at some carnival out in Texas or something." Bull said. Tank, as well as several others, was listening to their conversation. What the hell was she doing working at a carnival, he wondered. He thought she was a waitress. "The money was shitty." She answered. "So I started working the renaissance faires this year. The pay is better, and the people aren't so weird." "Are you sticking to the old pick a card stuff?" He asked her. "Sometimes. It just depends on the crowd." She said. "Are you a con artist or something?" Tank asked her. He hadn't pegged her for the type, but he didn't actually know anything about her. Coco glared at him, but Bull was the one to answer. "Hell, no! She's a mind reader." The older man proclaimed proudly. Tank and several of the other people who were listening laughed in genuine disbelief. None of them thought that mind readers were real. Con artists were just really good at what they did. And Tank didn't think for one minute that Coco was old enough to have gotten so good at it that she could make a living at it. "You think I'm lying?" Bull asked with a menacing look on his face that silenced everyone in the bar. "No offense, Bull. But that kind of thing just isn't real. I mean...I've seen psychics and stuff on tv here and there who are supposed to be the real deal, but those people are rich as fuck and sure as hell wouldn't be working in some shitty little diner." Coco was insulted that Tank seemed to think so little of her. Did he really just assume that she was a fake who ripped people off? What an asshole! Oh, well. It wasn't as if they had gotten to know each other at all yet. They had met and skipped all the usual aspects of dating, going straight to fucking. Coco climbed back over the bar and stood in front of Tank, glaring up at him. Bull grabbed a simple deck of cards out of a drawer and stepped out from behind the bar. He was practically growling at Tank when he gave him the cards. "Shuffle them, and then split them up between you and a few others." Bull hissed angrily. "Unplug the damn jukebox!" He bellowed to no one in particular. Someone obeyed him, and the room grew eerily quiet as everyone was suddenly watching them. Coco turned her back to the small crowd, and Bull covered her eyes with a handkerchief from his pocket. "That better be clean, Uncle Bull." She teased as he tied the makeshift blindfold behind her head. Just to be sure that nobody doubted her, Coco put her hands over her eyes on top of the handkerchief for good measure. "Look at one of the cards." Bull said to Tank with a scowl. The man was pissed, but Tank was too curious to care. "What's the card, Coco?" Bull asked her. "The queen of hearts." She answered immediately. There wasn't any hesitancy in her voice. And she was right! Tank's mouth dropped open in shock. He looked at her closely to see if she could see the card from where she was. Her hands were still covering her eyes, and the blindfold was firmly in place. "Now someone else!" Bull yelled. One by one, different people held up cards. But they were never facing Coco. She was on the other side of the room, and she was correct every single time she said what card they were holding. Once she had gone through the whole deck, everyone erupted into loud applause. Bull took the blindfold off and hugged Coco. They were both smiling when Tank came over to her and kissed her. She wanted to stay mad at him, but he was giving her the puppy dog eyes. Coco rolled her eyes at him dramatically and allowed him to pull her into his arms. Bull, who had been happy only a moment earlier...was instantly frowning again. "You know Tank?" He asked her. Coco smiled up at Bull sweetly and simply said, "I only met him today. He's letting me stay in his room with him while I'm in town." "What the fuck?!" Bull yelled. His skin was turning red, and Tank was afraid the old man was going to hit him, or shoot him. Or both. "Don't worry, Uncle Bull." Coco added, rubbing the man's arm in an attempt to calm him down. "I can take care of myself. We're just fucking." Bull looked like a volcano that was about to explode, and Tank couldn't believe she had just said that. It took a lot to surprise a man like him, but she had done it. He squared his shoulders and prepared himself for a fight, knowing full well that Bull could decide to throw him out on his ass for pissing him off. "If you hurt her, I'll kick your ass." The man snarled. "I just met the woman, Bull. We're not planning on getting married." Tank replied sarcastically. "Then maybe you should have kept your dick in your pants." Bull said angrily. "I'm a big girl, Uncle Bull. And I'm not doing anything that I don't want to do." Coco said. "I knew what was going to happen when I came here with Tank. So, get over it." Well, shit. Tank had never heard anyone put Bull in his place before. He got his nickname for a good reason. The man had a temper like a raging bull, and getting on his bad side was never a good idea. But Coco spoke to him like he was a normal person who didn't have a tendency to put people in the hospital. One of the other men came over to them then and started asking Coco questions. "How'd you do that?" He asked. "Is it magic?" "Nope. I really am a mind reader. I just looked into your mind and picked the card out of your head. Easy!" She answered as if her ability was the most normal thing in the world. "Easy?!" The man yelled. "What else can you see in my head?" "Whatever I want to see." Coco replied a little nervously. Being able to read people's minds was as much a curse as it was a gift. People kept some of their thoughts private for a good reason. There was true evil in the minds of some of the people she had read over the last couple of years. And then there were the customers who would drag their spouses into her tent at carnivals or faires to find out if they were cheating. She hated doing those readings. "What do you see in my future?" A woman asked her sarcastically. She clearly didn't like all the attention that Coco was getting. It was then that she recognized the woman from Tank's bedroom when she had first arrived. Tank had assured her that the woman wasn't his girlfriend. But someone seemed to have forgotten to tell the woman that. "I'm not a psychic. I don't tell futures." Coco replied defensively. But she wasn't going to let this bitch make her feel like she was being dishonest. She didn't usually like taking people down a notch, but the memory of seeing the woman naked in Tank's bed pissed her off. "So, I'll just pluck a recent memory out of your mind. And you can tell me if I'm right. Ok?" The woman, whose name was Trixie, seemed to lose her confidence and barely nodded. Suddenly, she didn't like the idea of someone digging around in her head. She had plenty of secrets and bad memories to hide. But to admit that would be to admit that the new girl wasn't a phony. So, she stood her ground and waited to see what Coco would say. Coco grabbed Trixie's hands and looked deeply into her eyes. Then, she closed her eyes and focused. At first, what she saw was nothing she hadn't seen a hundred times before. Trixie with bikers. Having sex. Drinking. But she was looking for something that would embarrass the woman. She knew it was petty, but the little witch had all but dared her. Then she saw Trixie having a conversation with a biker whose leather vest had a name on the back of it. It said Legion of Hades. Trixie was walking up to the man from behind, and when she was in front of him...Coco could see what he looked like. He was a tall white guy with a goatee and a bald head. His most prominent feature was a long scar on his face that went from just under the corner of his right eye to his nose. "We'll be at the Nomad's Tavern in a few days. Make sure you clear out of there before then. I wouldn't want to see that pretty little face get blown off when we kill those fuckers." The man said. Holy shit! A biker club was planning on storming Uncle Bull's bar! Coco gasped and dropped Trixie's hands. "How fucking stupid could you be?" Coco spat. "Why would you let me read your mind when you knew what I'd find?" Trixie's previously smug expression changed in an instant to absolute terror. "I thought you were a fake! Fuck!" She yelled before she bolted for the door. "Stop her!" Coco screamed. One of the men who had been standing near the door easily caught the fleeing woman and dragged her kicking and screaming back to where Coco, Tank, and Bull were standing. "What's the matter, Trixie?" The man taunted as she squirmed in his arms. "Did she see what a freak you are behind closed doors?" "Who are The Legion of Hades?" Coco asked seriously, and every eye in the bar was on her once again. The man who was holding Trixie tightened his grip at the mention of the club that had been trying to buy the bar from Bull for weeks. Bull cussed a blue streak before he finally answered her. "They're a motorcycle club that's trying to buy my bar. I've told their president no a dozen times. I guess he decided not to take fuck off as an answer." "I say we torture this little bitch for more information." One of the men said, pointing to Trixie. She began sobbing uncontrollably and begging Bull not to kill her. "As much as I'd like to beat the shit out of her myself, violence won't be necessary." Coco said before she grabbed Trixie's hands again none too gently. When the woman fought to free herself from Coco's grasp, the man holding her put one of his hands around her throat. "We can do this their way," Coco said, motioning to the men. "Or we can do it my way." Trixie nodded frantically and immediately stopped struggling. Coco tightened her grip on the little traitor's hands and concentrated. "They'll be here in two days. Trixie's been fucking their enforcer for a couple of months. He told her that they were going to kill whoever happens to be here when they storm the bar, and then they'll torture Bull until he signs over the business before they kill him." Coco said with disgust before she knocked Trixie out with one punch. She was absolutely furious that the woman had been willing to let Bull be murdered without saying a word. "Put that little skank in one of the empty rooms and lock her in. Make sure there's a man guarding the door 24/7. I don't want her running back to those fuckers and telling them I know what they're up to." Bull said angrily. Bull went behind the bar and began lining up shots of vodka. He was angry enough to spit nails, and he found himself regretting that he didn't belong to a club that could back him up and give him the kind of man power that he would need to fight off The Legion of Hades. Fuck. But, like his patrons, he wasn't the kind of man who could take orders from a president. "Scan the minds of the others." He told Coco. "Sorry, boys." He said to the men in the bar without sounding genuinely apologetic. If anybody else had sold him out, he was going to shoot someone. "I need to be sure nobody else here is a rat." Reading so many people was going to be too draining if Coco tried to scan their minds for deception or malice towards Bull one at a time. So she stood in the middle of the room next to the stripper pole and told everyone to form a circle around her and to make physical contact with each other. They did what she said, but the men weren't about to hold hands. They'd rather have Bull shoot them where they stood. Instead, they touched each other's shoulders. That was good enough. Coco smiled at Tank and grabbed one of his hands. She put her other hand on his chest and closed her eyes. Her brows furrowed in deep concentration as she searched the minds of everyone in the room for any sign that they were a part of the plot to torture and kill Bull. Her relief was written all over her face when she let go and practically collapsed into Tank's arms. He picked her up and sat in a chair with her in his lap. Bull came over and gave her a strong drink. Her grogginess and fatigue slowly left her as the burn of the vodka slid down her throat and brought her back to her senses. She looked up at the man she had known and loved as an uncle her entire life. Coco couldn't stand the idea of him getting killed. "They're ok, Uncle Bull." She told him as she curled into Tank's arms. "Alright, then." Bull said, addressing the men. "This is going to get bloody. I'm not giving up my bar without a fight, and I can't ask any of you to stand by me. None of you belong to a club for a reason. You answer to no one, just like me." Bull could barely believe it when five of the men, including Tank, stayed behind after the others left. The women left too. They weren't about to get caught in the crossfire. And besides, none of them were old ladies. They were just local tramps who wanted to tell their friends that they fucked a biker. The remaining guys were men Bull had known for a long time. He had given them a place to stay, filled their bellies, and bailed them out of jail more times than any of them could count. There was no way they were going to abandon him. Even if it meant they'd go down in flames too. Bull wasn't an emotional man, so he just nodded to each man and shook their hand. They understood each other. Then he turned to Coco, and he knew he was in for an argument with her. He had been her father's best friend, and he had watched her grow up. She was going to want to stay, and the thought of her being in danger because of him put him in an even worse mood. He pulled her up out of Tank's lap and held her firmly by the shoulders. He knew that trying to scare her into obeying him was going to be useless. The woman was as tough as her father, and she wasn't going to leave willingly. Still...he had to try. "I want you to leave. It isn't safe here." He told her. Coco shook her head and wrapped her arms around Bull's waist. "The only way you can force me to leave is if you have Tank or one of the others take me away. And that will leave you down one fighter. I can help, Uncle Bull." She said as she clung to him. Bull gently pushed her away from him. He knew she was going to be difficult. "Can you still shoot a gun?" He asked her, hating that he was going to have to give in just to keep her from doing something stupid that would only end up getting her killed. Coco raised her eyebrow at him and narrowed her eyes. "Of course. I know I won't be any good to you in a fist fight with these fuckers, but I can still shoot a gun better than most." She proclaimed proudly. Her father had taught her how to fight like a man and handle weapons so that she'd be able to defend herself. "Come with me." Bull said, leading her to a thick door that led to the roof. Coco was surprised that there was an electronic keypad on it. He punched in a number, and she recognized it as her father's birthday. Bull and her dad had been the best of friends. And it had hit Bull hard when his friend had died. When they got to the roof, Coco saw that the entire top of the building had some kind of metal reinforced wall with several holes in it. It was low to the ground, only about waist high. And she was intrigued as to what it was for. There was also a large metal box that Bull opened with a key. The box was filled with enough ammo to take down a small army, and eight high powered rifles. The guns were the top of the line, and Coco was genuinely impressed. Bull walked over to the side of the building that faced the lonely stretch of highway that led to the bar. "The Legion of Hades want my bar because of its remote location. They're a small time club based about 20 miles away from here, but their president wants to expand his territory. And my place is perfect for what he wants, because it's in the middle of nowhere. There isn't a single other building for 5 miles." He explained to her. "That means that no one can sneak up on us here. We can literally see an enemy coming from miles away. These walls are bullet proof." He continued, pointing to the low walls that ran along the length of the entire roof. "The holes are for the rifles. It takes less than ten men to mow down most threats, and that's another reason they want my bar. If you insist on staying for this fight, then this is where you'll be the most help to me." Wow. Bull had thought of everything. Not being in a club meant that he had to have ways of dealing with threats that didn't require a lot of men. In a pinch, he could stay on the roof by himself if he had to and trick his enemies into thinking that he had more help than he really did. And without any other buildings around, The Legion of Hades wouldn't have anywhere to hide or duck for cover when the shooting started. "You're a genius, Uncle Bull." Coco said, throwing her arms around him and kissing his cheek. "But I'll need a little help." She added, pulling out her phone. "Who the fuck are you calling, little girl?" Bull growled at her. He didn't want anyone else putting themselves at risk for him. He tried to take the phone away from her, but she was much younger and faster than he was. She evaded his grasp and grinned at him. "Sin?" She said when someone answered the phone. "Oh, hell no!" Bull screamed, trying again to catch her so that he could throw the damn phone off the roof. "Your mother will kill me if both of you are in danger!" Coco simply winked at him and stayed one step ahead of him. "Uncle Bull needs you. Bring your toys." There were a few minutes of silence on Coco's end while she listened, then she gave Sin the address of the bar and hung up. "You little shit." Bull raged. "I'd rather deal with a hundred enemy bikers than have to face your mother if anything happens to you and your sister. Fuck! I must have been out of my mind letting you stay." "You know damn well that Sin is an expert sniper, thanks to dad's training. I'm good with a gun, but having her here will double our chances." Coco said, giving Bull her best pouty face and doe eyes. She knew he couldn't stay mad at her, and sure enough...he pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. "When will she be here?" Bull asked her as they were walking back down the stairs to the bar. "She'll arrive by tomorrow afternoon. But maybe you shouldn't tell the guys about her just yet. They might be insulted at the idea of a woman being part of this fight." Coco said with a dramatic roll of her eyes. "She'll win them over. Or she'll kick their asses." Bull replied, amusement in his eyes at the thought of his friends trying to give Sin a hard time. He knew she wouldn't have a problem showing them that she was a capable fighter. Once they were back in the bar, Bull informed his friends that he was going to have to keep the bar open so that his enemies wouldn't figure out that he knew they were coming. He had no doubt that they would send a scout to see how many men they would be up against. And it would look suspicious if he suddenly closed his doors to the public. "I'll be able to tell you when someone is here scouting for weaknesses, or just counting how many men you have, Uncle Bull." Coco said, glad that she was going to be able to use her unique talent to help. At 11 o'clock in the evening, two men came into the bar that Bull didn't recognize. That wasn't out of the ordinary, because his bar catered to the stragglers of the biker community. He got a lot of customers who were just passing through. But, as he had been doing all day...Bull immediately looked to Coco to see if she reacted negatively to the newcomers. Sure enough, she frowned and nodded at him. Nomad's "What can I get for you boys?" Bull asked when the two men sat down at the bar. Their vests didn't have a biker club's name on them, but Bull knew they wouldn't come in announcing that they were with The Legion of Hades. It was all he could do not to take out his shotgun and blow them away. But he knew they would be expected to report back to their club, so he played it cool. "Whiskey." One of the men said. Bull fought the urge to water down their drinks before he slid them in front of the men that he'd sooner kill rather than look at. It didn't escape Bull's notice that the men were subtly observing their surroundings. They were looking around corners and basically staking the place out. When Coco saw in one of their minds that they were going to ask where the bathroom was in order to snoop around some more, she darted over to the hallway that led to the spare bedrooms and quickly shut the door. But she didn't have the key to lock it, so she had no choice but to stand guard. She had changed into a midriff baring top and shorts, and she was the only woman in the bar. So it wasn't a surprise to her when the man who was pretending to be looking for the bathroom saw her and licked his lips. Coco looked into his mind, past the lust...and saw what his orders were. He was to get a feel for the layout of the inside of the bar so that his president would be able to estimate how many guys they'd be up against, even if the bar was full to capacity. She saw in his thoughts that he wanted to get into the door that she was standing in front of. "Hey, darlin'." The man said with a grin on his face as he approached her. "Is the can in there?" He asked. "Nope." She answered sweetly, forcing herself to return his smile. "Then what's in there?" He said, leaning forward and placing one of his hands on the side of her head against the door. Their chests were almost touching, and Coco struggled with the desire to kick him in the nuts. "It's just the office." She told him. "Wanna show me?" The man said, closing the small space between them until his hardening cock was poking her in the stomach. Coco was relieved and alarmed when Bull grabbed the man by the shoulder and pulled him away from her. "Back off, asshole. She's mine." Bull told the man angrily. The very thought of Bull claiming her in such a way made Coco's skin crawl, but she knew that it was the only way to make the guy back off. "She's your old lady?" The man asked. "She looks young enough to give an old guy like you a heart attack." "Get...the fuck...out." Bull snarled, stepping into the other man's personal space. The man's friend came over then, but they knew they were outnumbered and in hostile territory. Still, bikers didn't stand down from confrontation very easily. When Tank and a couple of the other men came over to back up Bull, the two spies knew they'd get their asses handed to them if they didn't leave. After Bull closed the bar for the night, everyone went to their rooms. Coco pushed Tank up against the door as soon as he had closed it. She yanked his head down to hers and kissed him deeply. He loved her aggression and let her rip his pants open and slide his jeans to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and finished undressing before he grabbed two towels from his dresser and led her to the bathroom at the end of the hall. Tank didn't even bother wrapping one of the towels around his waist. Modesty wasn't needed in a place where people had sex out in the open whenever they felt like it. Coco was blushing by the time he locked the bathroom door. She took off her clothes while he turned on the water and stepped inside the shower. He was already hard enough to pound nails when Coco joined him. The sight of the hot water cascading down his mouth watering body made her wet between her legs. He smiled widely and pushed her shoulders until she was kneeling in front of him. She looked up at him and licked her lips before she took him in her mouth. Tank was moaning within a couple of minutes as she licked and sucked his cock. Fuck. The woman had a mouth like a vacuum. Coco used one hand to caress his balls while she reached down and stroked her clit. Tank closed his eyes and threw his head back under the stream of water as she continued to run her tongue along the veins of his cock. She found every nerve ending that drove him crazy, and it wasn't long before he felt the need to come. There was no slow build up with them. No awkward moments of shyness or hesitation. Just hard, fast fucking...and she wouldn't have had it any other way. He laid her down in the long tub and lowered himself onto her, kissing her until she could barely breathe. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrust into her. She screamed as he pounded into her while the room filled with steam. Instead of putting her clothes back on after they finished their erotic shower, Coco simply followed Tank's lead and wrapped a towel around her body. It didn't cover much, but she assumed that they wouldn't bump into any of the other men in the short hallway on the way back to his room. She was wrong. She was horrified when they came face to face with two of the other men who had decided to stay and fight with Bull. Coco knew she was blushing furiously, and for a moment she couldn't even bring herself to look them in the eye. She wasn't a prude by any stretch of the imagination. But, still...she hadn't been expecting to run into two men who were still basically strangers to her when she was all but naked. Coco didn't need to read the men's minds to know what they were thinking. The grins they were giving her as their eyes raked over her barely covered body said it all. They wanted her. Was Tank going to ask her to fuck them? She looked up at him, and the grip she had on his hand tightened. At that moment, she wasn't sure if she wanted to know what he was thinking, so she stayed out of his mind. "Couldn't help but hear you." One of the men said to her. Coco remembered being told earlier that his name was Dutch. He was a little shorter and stockier than the other guys, and both men had a full beard and mustache. They kind of reminded her of the guys in ZZ Top. The other man's name was Tiny, which she found amusing...considering the fact that he was six feet tall and built like a bouncer. "Are you done with her yet?" Tiny asked, hoping that Tank would just hand her over to them. "No." Tank answered with a frown as he pulled Coco down the hall with him. The atmosphere in the bar was very tense the following morning. Tiny and Dutch had spent the remainder of the evening drinking like fish and tag teaming Trixie after Tank had made it clear that they couldn't have their way with Coco. Trixie had managed to slip out of the bar in the early hours of the morning after the two men had passed out. Bull was in a rage and just about screamed the building down as Coco made herself useful and cooked breakfast for everyone in the bar's big kitchen. She felt bad about Trixie getting away. If she had agreed to fuck Tiny and Dutch, they wouldn't be getting their asses handed to them by Bull. But, what was done was done. And all they could do was figure out what to do next. "What do you want to do now?" Tiny asked Bull. He knew that they had fucked up, which was why he was letting the older man have his little tantrum, but there were limits to how much he was willing to put up with when he was risking his life to save Bull's. Bull ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Trixie probably ran back to her lover and told him that I know they're coming. But she'd also tell them that there are only a few of us to fend them off. And that could be an advantage for us. She doesn't know that I have an arsenal on the roof. So, let them come! There's a good chance they'll hit us tonight instead of waiting for tomorrow, though. They'll want to keep the element of surprise as much as possible." The other men nodded their heads in agreement as they sat at the bar. Coco served them pancakes and eggs, and each of them smiled at her in appreciation as they dug in. When they had finished and Coco was in the kitchen washing the dishes, a woman strode into the bar who had everyone but Bull standing with their mouths hanging open. The woman was wearing a leather mini skirt and a denim button up vest that barely covered her ample breasts. But her most striking and surprising feature was her face. She looked exactly like Coco! The woman saw Bull and walked over to him. Tank and the other men watched her ass as she sauntered past them with a confidence that Coco didn't project. "Got yourself in a bit of trouble, old man?" The woman asked Bull with a smile and a big hug. "I had to fly out here to the middle of fucking nowhere instead of riding dad's Harley. You know how bitchy that makes me." She added with a mock pout. So...she was a biker babe. Tank was thinking the same thing as the other men. That she would be a wildcat in bed, but he didn't dare let his eyes linger on the woman once Coco came out of the kitchen and threw her arms around her sister. The women embraced for a few long moments before they finally let each other go. "This is my sister, Sin." Coco said happily. Tank and the others grinned mischievously when they heard the woman's name. Of course her name was Sin. What else would a knockout like her be called? Tiny and Dutch stepped forward to shake her outstretched hand, and the other men were right behind them. Coco rolled her eyes with a knowing smile at the onslaught of what she knew would be a pissing contest of sorts. Men flocked to her sister because of her over the top sexual nature and the way that she dressed. But when the two of them were together, things tended to get a lot more...fun. Bull introduced all of the men to her. Tiny and Dutch were the most openly flirtatious. Blade was the most serious of the bunch. And the quiet one who looked more like a college guy than a biker was named Mike. One look from her sister told Coco that Tank was clearly off limits to her. They had never shared men. It wasn't worth the drama. Sin squealed with delight when she saw a juke box in the corner and the stripper pole in the middle of the room. She dragged her sister over to the juke box and they stood with their backs to the men for a few minutes, looking at the song choices. Coco was wearing a long velvet skirt with slits on the sides that went up nearly to her thighs. She had put on one of Tank's button up shirts, and she was wearing her favorite high heels. "Do you remember that dirty dance we did at my friend's party before dad died?" Sin asked with a wicked grin as her finger hovered over the song she wanted to play. Coco saw which song her sister was going to play, and she smiled with her as she nodded her head. "Do you boys want a little show?" Sin asked suggestively, shamelessly wiggling her ass at them. Bull grumbled something about going into his office for a while, and the other men set up their chairs around the stripper pole. Sin pressed the button to start the song and led Coco to the pole as Girls, Girls, Girls started playing. Tank and the others immediately started clapping and yelling encouragements as each sister grabbed the pole with one hand and started moving. "Identical twins." Mike said, surprising his friends by speaking up. He was usually quiet unless he was drunk or angry. "And they're about to strip together. It's every wet dream I've ever had all rolled into one." He added when the girls started grinding their bodies against each other and against the pole. Sin and Coco knew the song only lasted a few minutes, so they didn't waste any time in removing their clothes as they danced and touched each other seductively while smiling at the men who looked like children on Christmas morning. When Coco bent forward and used her teeth to unzip her sister's short skirt, the usually somber Blade looked like he was going to either come in his pants or get up and fuck one of the women right where they stood. When the song was almost over and Coco was down to her bra and panties, she sank to the floor on her hands and knees and crawled over to Mike, surprising Tank and the other men. Sin still had her vest and thong on when she walked over to the juke box and pressed the button for Pour Some Sugar On Me. Tiny and Dutch were having the time of their lives, needing the distraction of beautiful, nearly naked women to take their minds off of the upcoming fight. But they had both spent the night fucking Trixie. And they were clearly more patient than Blade...a man who got his nick name when he used his knives to carve a man up in a brutally vicious fight. Coco had inched her way up Mike's legs and then turned around to face Tank as she gave the man a lap dance, grinding her ass on his cock and reaching for his hands to wrap them around her body until he was holding her breasts. Tank wasn't jealous seeing Coco with another man. In fact, watching her display was giving him a hard on. When Sin stood in front of Blade, his calm façade evaporated. He stood up, towering over her as he grabbed her vest and ripped it open. The buttons went flying, and he was ecstatic to see that she was bare underneath. Tank had to adjust himself when he saw Sin's bare breasts, right before Blade threw her over his shoulder and stormed off to his room. Sin giggled and waved to her sister. Coco turned around and straddled Mike's lap after giving Tank a wink, letting him know in her own way that she was still his. She knew that these men might die defending someone she loved, and she wasn't Tank's old lady, after all. But she wasn't a club whore either. Coco knew that Tank was ok with what she was doing when he came up behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "Are you cool with this, man?" Mike asked Tank. He had been resisting the urge to put his hands all over Coco, but Tank gave him the go ahead when he lifted Coco up enough to rip her panties off. She gasped loudly in surprise, shooting Tank a look of pure lust. "Have at it, boys." He said, sitting back in his chair to watch. Tiny and Dutch practically tripped over each other in their haste to get to Coco. She had wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and was kissing him when the other two men reached her. Tiny reached around her body to fondle her breasts while Dutch found her soaking clit with his rough fingers. Coco moaned into Mike's mouth, and she wasn't surprised when he stood up effortlessly with her in his arms and took her to one of the tables. He laid her on it, letting her legs dangle off the side. Tank locked the front door so that no one would interrupt them. He looked at Coco's face and mouthed the words Thank You, letting her know that he appreciated her for giving her body to the others. As much as he wanted to watch Coco getting ravaged by his friends, it occurred to Tank that Bull might shoot them if he walked in on such a raunchy scene. So he told her that he was going to go keep him busy, and asked if she'd be ok without him in the room. She smiled and said yes before he slipped into the back room to find Bull. Tiny and Dutch descended on her breasts, attacking her nipples like they were starving. Mike spread her legs wide and buried his face in her pussy. Coco arched her back and moaned in delight at the sensations that having multiple mouths on her were creating. She had participated in a menage once or twice, but she'd never been with three men at the same time before. Dutch opened his jeans and took his cock out. He was already hard as he guided Coco's mouth to his dick by pulling her face to his crotch by her hair. She almost bit him when Mike's tongue pressed firmly on her clit, sending waves of intense pleasure through her body. Tiny tapped her forehead then and she released Dutch to give his throbbing member the same attention. Tiny's cock was quite big, and Coco practically chocked on it as he roughly filled her mouth and hit the back of her throat. She was using her hand to jack off Dutch, and she had wrapped her legs around Mike's head as he flicked his tongue over her clit before sucking it into his mouth. When he thrust two thick fingers into her, she moaned around Tiny's thick shaft. The vibration made him come, and Coco struggled to swallow his seed as her own orgasm suddenly ripped through her. Her grip on Dutch's cock got tighter, and he hissed before pulling away from her. "What the fuck, man?" Dutch growled at a grinning Mike. "Give me a heads up, next time! I thought she was gonna rip my dick off." Mike laughed at his friend before wiping his face on Coco's inner thigh. He yanked her off the table and flipped her so that she was face down on it. She was still wearing what her sister had called her fuck me heels, and the sight of her bare ass in nothing but the heels had Mike ready to pound nails. He quickly slid on a condom and entered her from behind with a loud grunt. Tiny was irritated that he had already come. He had wanted to fuck her, but that mouth of hers had pretty much brought the big guy to his knees. Coco smiled at Dutch and beckoned her to him with her finger. He didn't need any more encouragement than that, and he was more than happy to thrust his cock back into her mouth while Mike fucked her hard enough to shake the table. Dutch had already had enough sex in the last 24 hours with Trixie to put him in the hospital, so he was content with a fantastic blow job. Tiny, on the other hand, grabbed a fresh beer and went to his room. Just as Dutch was about to come, another orgasm snuck up on Coco. She practically spit him out, afraid of clamping down on his cock when she started to scream as her climax hit her hard. He covered her mouth with one hand as he sprayed his semen all over her chest. Mike came with a loud yell a few moments later, and the three of them were exhausted. While Dutch and Mike put themselves back together, Coco used some napkins to clean up her chest before she put her clothes back on. She hadn't heard a peep out of her sister from the back rooms, which could only mean that Blade must have gagged her. Sin was a screamer, and Coco knew that Blade wouldn't have wanted Bull to hear her. "How did you and your sister get your names?" Mike asked her after he had opened beers for all of them. Coco sat in his lap and laughed. "That's actually a funny story." She said as Dutch took a seat on the other side of her. "Our mother craved hot cocoa all the time when she was pregnant with us. And she would use cinnamon sticks to stir it. My dad teased her about it so much that he said she should name us cinnamon and coco." Dutch laughed his ass off. "Are you telling us your sister's full name is cinnamon? No shit?" He asked her. Coco nodded and giggled as Mike nuzzled her neck and licked her long and slow before he spoke. "I think your name suits you perfectly. You're hot." He said as he cupped her breast. "And sweet at the same time." Tank came out from the back then with Bull. Mike let go of Coco's breast like it was on fire and practically threw her off his lap. She straightened up and went to take a shower. The look on Bull's face was almost comical, like he was ready to strangle every man in the room. Mike didn't even make eye contact with him, but Dutch thought the whole thing was hysterical. Thirty minutes later, Coco ran into Blade and Sin on her way back to the bar. The sisters wore equal smiles of sexual contentment, but Sin hadn't been able to take a shower yet...so she looked considerably more disheveled. "You didn't fuck all of them, did you?" Sin asked her sister jokingly. "Just Mike." Coco answered as if discussing such a thing in front of Blade was no big deal. "I've been sleeping with Tank since I got here. And let's just say that Dutch and Tiny didn't get ignored either, although Tiny didn't look too thrilled when he went to his room earlier." She added with a shrug. Nomad's Tiny came out of his room then, as if he had been eavesdropping on them. He glared down at Coco before he grabbed her hand and took her into his room, slamming the door behind them with his foot. Self preservation immediately kicked in, and Coco saw irritation in his mind. But not real anger, and he didn't actually intend on hurting her. He was just pissed off that he had needed time to recover from the blowjob she had given him. And instead of sticking around, he had stormed off to his room to sulk like a jilted teenager. Someone pounded on the door then, and Tiny had the decency to look ashamed of himself for a moment...moving out of the way so that Coco could leave if she wanted to. "Are you ok in there?" It was Sin. Coco opened the door enough to poke her head out. "Yeah. I'm fine. We'll be out in a little bit." She said before closing the door again and turning to face a surprised Tiny. He was clearly surprised that she hadn't taken the opportunity to run out on him, especially since he had all but dragged her into his room by the hair like a cave man. Coco rubbed her body against Tiny's chest like a cat, reaching down to gently grab his crotch. He was growing bigger by the second, and she smiled up at him with eyes that were filled with mischief and desire. He grabbed her hair at the nape of her neck and pulled until it hurt. She gasped, but she didn't cry out. Coco enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure. "I'm sorry." Tiny said, letting go of her hair when he saw her wince from the tight grip he had on her. "I won't hurt you." He promised. Coco gave him a sultry look that practically had his dick jumping out of his pants on its own. She shed her clothes in seconds and kissed him as if he was the love of her life before she stretched up on her toes and whispered in his ear. "I'm stronger than I look." She purred. "You can hurt me a little." The feral look on Tiny's face almost scared her when he wrapped a hand around her throat and pushed her against the door. He was much bigger than she was, but she still didn't see any desire to harm her in his mind. Just blinding lust and the need to be a little rough with her. That was fine with her. She could take it. Gentle lovers bored her to death. She ripped open his pants and shoved them down past his hips as best she could without being able to move much. His cock was standing at full attention by then and his lips crashed against hers hard enough to hurt. But Coco didn't care. She reveled in his aggression and she grabbed his ass, pulling him toward her. "Are you on the pill?" He asked her with a husky voice. Tiny smiled when she frantically nodded her head. He roughly pushed his knee between her legs and shoved her legs apart. "Are you clean?" She finally managed to ask him in a brief moment of clarity. His hold on her neck was tight enough to keep her attention, but not enough to restrict her breathing. "Yeah, baby. Clean as a whistle." He said. Tiny always used protection when he was with Trixie or one of the other whores, but he wanted desperately to fuck this girl raw without anything in between them. "Me, too." Coco assured him before she pulled his face down to hers by tugging on his beard. "Now, shut up and fuck me." When Tiny bent down and thrust into her, she was lifted off her feet for a moment. Holy shit. Whoever gave him his nick name was an idiot. She felt like he was ripping her in half with that monster between his legs. Keeping reasonably quiet proved to be an impossibility when he reached between them and began rubbing her clit as he pounded into her. Coco was screaming within moments, and she couldn't believe she was about to have another crippling orgasm. She knew what it must have sounded like on the other side of the door, but she was too deranged with lust to give it much thought. It wasn't as if the others didn't know exactly what they were doing in there. By the time they finished together several minutes later, Coco was hoarse from screaming and she could barely walk when Tiny put her down. She was sweating and her hair was a mess. They dressed in silence, and Tiny frowned when he looked down at her as they were leaving the room. "What?" Coco asked him. How bad could she possibly look? He didn't answer her, but she found out what had put him in a mood the minute they had rejoined the others. Bull came over to her and tilted her head up so that he could get a better look at her neck. Well, shit. She didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know what he was looking at. Tiny must have left bruises on her. Tank was a little shorter than Tiny, but he still got in his face. "What the fuck did you do?" He growled angrily. Seeing that Tiny had been so rough with Coco made him feel like shit for encouraging her to have sex with the other men. But they were going into battle soon, and he knew that the guys needed to burn off some of the tension before all hell broke loose. "Fuck you." Tiny replied. "You gave her to us, asshole. Remember?" Coco wedged herself between the two men when it became clear that things were about to get ugly. She didn't want to be the cause of animosity between them when they needed to remember who their real enemies were. She pushed them apart, which was no easy task...considering their size. "Relax." She told Tank. "I just bruise easily. He didn't do anything that I didn't wholeheartedly encourage him to do." Bull rubbed his temples as if he was getting a migraine. "I don't want to hear this shit." He said, trying to will the image of Coco and Sin fucking his friends out of his head. "We need to get ready. Coco and Sin, I want you on the roof. If you see more than one guy on a motorcycle, tell us. I'm not taking any chances with these fuckers." "Whoa!" Blade said. "You're putting the women on the roof? What the fuck, Bull?!" Bull frowned at Sin. "Didn't you tell him that you came here to help because you're the best sniper I know?" Blade almost spit out the beer he'd been drinking. "No, Uncle Bull." Sin replied. "My mouth was full." Coco burst into laughter, and the men were having a hard time keeping a straight face. Even Blade was stunned speechless by Sin's outrageous words. She had proven to be a wild woman in bed, and it had been all he could do to keep up with her. He was covered in bite marks and scratches that would last for days, if he could just live that long. "Seriously, though," Mike said. "The girls can shoot? And from that distance? Their aim is going to have to be spot on if they're going to be of any help to us." He couldn't imagine the woman he had fucked on a bar room table was also good with a gun. That was just too much to hope for. As it was, he wished he could have some time alone with her before The Legion of Hades showed up. "Their father was my best friend, and he could kill a man in his sleep with a gun. Since he had daughters instead of boys, he taught them how to handle themselves. They can fight and shoot as well as any man I've ever met. If I trust their skills, then you better have a little faith in them too." Bull said, daring any of the men to contradict him. None of them dared to speak against the twins after Bull's angry lecture. Besides, they'd probably be safer on the roof than in the bar. They'd all have to be dead in order for anyone to get to the girls up there. Sin left the bar then and came back a few minutes later with a big box. She put it on the bar and opened it up. "I thought of something after Coco called me that might give you an advantage, Uncle Bull. You're going to get a kick out of this." She exclaimed excitedly as she started pulling out several sets of night vision goggles. "Since you guys don't know how many men will be coming, and you'll probably be fighting within the confines of the bar...then you need to make it as hard as possible for them to see you." "Where the hell did you get these?" Dutch asked. "I was dating a soldier a few months ago. He had this stuff in his garage." She said. "As long as all the lights are out in here, they won't be able to see you." The bar didn't have any windows, except in the back where the bedrooms were. Bull used a vent to keep the place cool. Sin was right. It would be as dark as a tomb with the lights off. "Even if the front door stays open, there won't be enough light in here to do them any good. Just be as quiet as church mice, and take them out quickly." Sin added. When Coco grabbed Sin's hand and headed for the stairs that led to the roof, Blade and Tank stopped them. The men looked uncharacteristically worried. They had just met the sisters, but the threat of death loomed heavy in the air. Blade picked up Sin and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He kissed her long and deep. Tank tilted Coco's head up and kissed her much more gently. "Don't worry, baby." Sin said as she pressed her forehead against Blade's. "We'll take out as many of them as we can." "Uncle Bull wasn't just bragging about us for the hell of it." Coco added, reluctantly pulling away from the safety of Tank's embrace. "We didn't have dolls when we were growing up. We had guns. When other kids were going to sleepovers, we were learning how to fight like boys and shoot. That's just the way it was for us. We've lived our whole lives on the backs of Harleys and calling men like Bull our uncles. We can do this." Coco and Sin went up to the roof to keep an eye out while the men prepared for war in the bar. It would be dark in a couple of hours, and the twins hoped that the biker club would be waiting for the cover of darkness to attack them. That way, there wouldn't be any light at all in the bar, even with the door open. Sin had brought two of the night vision goggles up to the roof with them. They would make it a little harder to use the scopes on the rifles, but the sisters had been doing this kind of thing for years. So far, there was only the occasional car on the secluded road. Bull had given them a walkie talkie so that they could let him know when they spotted their enemies. The sisters walked along the roof in opposite directions, always watching the road. They also made sure that they had plenty of ammo at the places where they would be lying in wait when the shit started hitting the fan. "I miss dad." Coco said sadly when it started to get dark. "Me, too." Sin said, sniffing away the tears that always threatened to flow whenever they talked about their father. "But he died the way he lived. Raising hell on his bike." Coco nodded in agreement. "Do you think that trucker really didn't see him?" She asked. "I don't know." Sin admitted. "At least he didn't suffer. I think we all hope that our deaths will be instantaneous like his was. Me? I want to go in my sleep." Just then, they saw what they had spent the last two hours looking for on the slowly darkening horizon. There were two rows of motorcycles barreling down the road toward the bar. Every lesson their father had ever taught them snapped into place, and the twins got into position...aiming their rifles through the holes on the roof. Sin got on the walkie talkie and told Bull that they were coming before she blew a kiss at her sister and opened fire. It was like shooting ducks in a barrel. The enemy had nowhere to hide as they were riddled with bullets from the roof top of the place that they were hell bent on getting into. Coco was a little surprised that none of them turned back once they saw that they were the ones being ambushed. One by one, in quick succession...The Legion of Hades went down. They put up a good fight, shooting back at the roof top, but the bulletproof barrier made their efforts all but useless. Neither sister missed a shot, but there were more of them than they could kill. And it looked like six of the men were going to get into the bar. The twins could only hope that Bull and the others would be ok. At least the odds would be even. Bull and the other men had donned the night vision goggles and made sure all the lights were out when Sin had told them to get ready. It wasn't like looking at something in daylight, but they could see their enemies as soon as they busted down the door. Six men came into the bar with their guns drawn, and Bull was confident that they'd be able to take them out. Dutch and Blade shot the first two men as they were trying to adjust their eyes to the darkness. The remaining four started shooting at random, trying to hit pretty much anything that was moving in the bar as they backed out of the front door. When they tried to get back on their bikes and flee, gun shots from above rang out into the night...destroying their tires and killing their chances at escaping with their lives. Bull got on his walkie talkie and told Sin to stop firing. The enemy bikers put their guns on the ground and raised their hands into the air. Bull and the others came out of the bar and kept their own weapons pointed at them. Sin and Coco had stood up and were also prepared to kill the last of the intruders if Bull gave them the order. Bull wasn't surprised to see that the president of the club was one of the men. The man glared at him and lowered his hands. He wasn't about to cower in front of the man he had come there to torture and kill. The other men lowered their hands too, following their leader's example. But they weren't happy with him. He had told them that they would have a huge advantage because of their numbers, and that taking over the bar would be a piece of cake. When they looked up to the roof and realized that their brothers had been mowed down like grass by a couple of women, they were mad enough to spit nails. "I could just kill you and your men outright, Drake." Bull said angrily to the man who had tried so many times to get him to sell the bar. "But I think we'll do this a different way. You and me. Fists only. No weapons. If you win, we'll let you leave." "Fuck you!" The other man bellowed angrily. "If I win, you'll be dead. Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe that your people will just let us leave if I kill you?" "You have my word." Bull replied calmly. Then he looked at Drake's soldiers and spoke to them directly. "I think there's been enough lives lost today. I've got no beef with you. Your club has a good reputation. I'm just a regular guy running a bar. And it's not for sale, at any price. I told your president that over and over. If he had left it at that, then your brothers would still be alive. Instead, he led them to their deaths." Drake lunged at Bull in a rage, but he was ready for him. They were similar in size and age, but Bull was fighting with a cool head...and his opponent wasn't. Bull side stepped easily when Drake threw a punch at his head, and he followed up with a crushing blow to the man's ribs. Sin and Coco watched the conflict unfold from the roof. Bull was a strong fighter, but the other man didn't get to be the president of a motorcycle club by playing kissy face with his enemies. Drake was able to land several solid punches to Bull's face and stomach, but Bull barely flinched as he exchanged blows with him. When it was obvious that Bull was going to win, Drake took a switch blade out of his boot and swiped it across Bull's face...opening a deep gash. Coco and Sin were ready to shoot him when Bull raised his hand, stopping them from making the kill. They were surprised he didn't want them to take him out for pulling a weapon on him. Bull had been giving the man a chance to save his pride. Apparently, he never had any. It was Drake's own men who stopped him when he tried to slice into Bull again. He was furious, and he struggled wildly in their iron grip. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He screamed at them. "I'm your president! I'll have your heads for this!" "You won't be president for long." One of the men snarled. "You've had the job for less than six months. And tonight you got a dozen good men killed because of your scheming. You told us he was willing to sell and only backed out of the deal because the price wasn't high enough." "And then you said there'd be next to zero resistance when we came here." Another man said. "You fucked this up, prez. Let's go home. You can explain yourself to the patched members, and if you're lucky they won't kill you on the spot." Drake pulled away from them and grabbed the handle bars on his bike. They were going to have to walk their rides away from the bar. And he was pretty sure the bitches on the roof would shoot them if they so much as reached for their cell phones while they were in still in range of those high powered rifles. But the worst part was that they were going to have to walk past their fallen brothers. "Call your club and tell them to collect their dead." Bull told one of Drake's men. "But if they so much as glance in this direction, they'll be sorry." He hated the need for so much bloodshed. But he hadn't been given any choice. It was either kill, or be killed. Sin and Coco came down from the roof when the coast was clear. They ran into Blade and Tank's arms and kissed them. Bull was sitting at the bar holding an ice pack to his ribs and a wet towel to his cheek where Drake had cut him. He'd have a new battle scar. Chicks loved his scars. Tiny opened several bottles of beers and passed them around. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" Coco asked Bull, knowing he'd have to be at death's door to agree to such a thing. He scowled at her and took a long swig of beer. "Hospitals are for sick people." He grumbled. "And they're full of germs. I'll be fine." He added. "You know there's a good chance those guys are going to retaliate." Tiny said, speaking the words that they were all thinking. Somebody had to say it. "I'll blow this place up before I give in to intimidation." Bull replied angrily. "Then I guess you'll need to hire someone to help defend this place." Sin said with a raised eyebrow. The minute Bull understood what she was implying, he had a fit. "No! Not a chance. I appreciate you coming here to help with this shit storm, but I don't want you girls here if those fuckers come back looking for revenge." He yelled. "You said their club had a good reputation. And they know now that their own president was the cause of what happened tonight." Coco argued. "I'll stay too. I can be your secret weapon. I'll be able to warn you if anyone comes in here that means you harm." Bull placed his cold beer bottle to his forehead and closed his eyes for a moment. "You crazy girls are going to be the death of me." He said wearily. Then he looked to Blade and Tank for help. "I don't suppose you two jackasses can talk some sense into them." Both men just shrugged their shoulders. They weren't about to chase away the two women that they wanted to keep fucking. Bull finally hung his head in defeat. He knew that the girls would just come back if he tried to insist that they leave. And whether he liked it or not, they were right. Coco and Sin saw that he had given in. They each kissed his cheek and embraced him in a gentle group hug. "We've got your back, Uncle Bull." Coco assured him. "And if you need another shooter, we can always call mom." Sin teased. Everyone laughed then, breaking the tension. Business went back to normal. The twins got a new sense of purpose. And Blade and Tank were able to keep their women. Life continued the way it always had in Nomad's Tavern, with a constant stream of drifters and bikers who needed to be housed, fed, or bailed out of jail. And Bull's strange little family would be there for every one of them.