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Ash

“Hey big guy.”

Nova greets the goon standing watch at the entrance of Chad’s shop as we pass in front of him. Aaron’s steel bat rests on her shoulder, her heels clicking on the hard floor with each step. Fuck me. This woman will be the end of me.

My hand is resting on the back pocket of her shorts as I walk beside her, the other one holding the gun I took from her in a tight grip.

“Hey, Chad.” I announce our presence to Chad with a grin.

“Missed me?” “What the hell?” He screams in response and rises from his seat.

Nova quickens her steps, rushing to him.

She presses his shoulder with her bat and has a look on her face like a woman scolding her misbehaved child.

“Be a good boy and get back down. My man here has some things to discuss with you.” I fucking love her already.

If she asked for my credit card, security number, and my soul, I would happily hand them to her and then beg her to destroy me.

“You heard her, Chad, sit your ass back down and let’s have a conversation like two grown men.”

I drag one of the empty chairs and bring it in front of him.

I switch it with the back of the chair facing him and take a seat with my chest pressing against the back of it.

I fold my hands over the edge of the chair’s back and rest my chin on it.

“So, I will admit burning the house was a good way to distract us.” I start, and he opens his mouth, probably in an attempt to deny it, but Nova slaps him across the face, her long nails leaving scratch marks on his cheek.

“No lies allowed, big guy. I had a very hard day, and my patience is not to be tested.” She says, with a voice that reeks authority.

Fuck my credit card; I would sign my soul in a blood sealed contract to her.

“If I were you, I would probably obey what she says.” Chad’s eyes find mine as if he is trying to read the truth behind my words.

“She already tried to kill a man tonight, and this time I might not stop her.” I say with a smirk.

Chad is frantically looking around, but everyone had scared away the moment we entered, like rats running from the danger.

“You are both crazy. I didn’t do anything.

” He yells, trying to get up again, but this time Nova lifts her leg, her heel resting on his crotch, slightly pressing against the fabric of his pants.

“Look I don’t think it’s sharp enough to cut you but with enough pressure I am pretty sure I can pierce your pathetic excuse of a dick and cause enough damage Chaddy boy.

” She says and presses harder. A yelp leaves Chad as he stills in his spot, not making another move. Even his breathing stops.

“What do you want?” He asks looking directly to me.

“A lot of things, actually, Chad, but how about you return the car you stole for starters.” I say and point with my gun to the car.

Nova’s eyes drift around the shop and then back to chad.

“The pink one too.” She says and looks at me.

“ Pretty please? I like the pink one.” She whines with an adorable look on her face, as if I would deny her.

“Of course Pinkie. You heard the lady where are the keys Chad?” I get up and walk towards them.

Nova’s heel presses harder on his crotch and droplets of sweat form on his face as he tries to compose himself.

“You are crazy if you think I will give you my cars.” He whines.

Nova turns to me again. “Can I kill him now? I am bored.” She says with a pout.

“No, pinkie. We have more things to do tonight and I am not planning to lose half the night burring his body.” I shake my head with disapproval.

That would be more of a mess than what I am willing to deal with tonight.

Besides, that’s one line I don’t cross. We don’t kill people.

Being thieves is one thing; murderers is another.

“Fine, fine. The keys are over there.” Chad seems to have come to his senses, pointing to a keyholder.

I spot immediately the pink key-chain for the car my girl wants and the one for mine.

“Go for it, Pinkie.” I say as I reach for the keys.

My girl doesn’t lose time swinging her bat hitting his head.

I watch as Chad drops to the floor while Nova walks towards me.

I offer her the keys to the pink car and start walking toward the silver one.

“Not so fast.” She calls out to me. Following me with fast steps.

I turn around to face her, and her lips crash with mine.

It’s a possessive kiss, her hands move for the button of my pants not losing anytime.

I unbutton hers without breaking the kiss.

“Fuck me.” She demands with a rapid breath, breaking the kiss for a mere moment.

I lift her top and gather the fabric in my fist, using it as a handle; her tits press on the hood of the car, leaving a delicious imprint on it from the heat of her body.

I stroke myself over her pussy, teasing her with the tip of my cock but not exactly moving.

She lets out a desperate moan. “Come on Ash. Please fuck me.” She begs more desperately with every word.

I push inside her with force, without any warning.

A moan escapes her as I start fucking her, my cock sliding in and out of her with ease.

She is dripping wet for me, her warmth invading every cell of my body.

Her pussy tightens around my cock as she moves, matching my rhythm.

“Good girl.” I praise her, my fingers digging into the sides of her thighs, gripping her to steady myself as I fuck her.

“Harder.” She demands, her breath rapid and moans leaving her lips like prayers.

“You don’t even have to ask, Pinkie.” I say as I keep fucking her, each thrust more brutal than the one before it.

“Oh my god.” She chants, her orgasm so close that I can feel it.

“Good girl.” I push inside her harder. “Come for me, Pinkie.” I say as my own release creeps upon me.

I spill inside her until every drop I have to give her leaves my cock.

We both fall onto the hood, panting. I kiss her shoulder softly and whisper in her ear.

“You are amazing.” And I mean every word.

She is absolutely amazing. I would probably wife her up in a heartbeat if I were the type of man who could actually hold a relationship.

But I am not. And she is not the wife type either.

“Let’s go pinkie. We have more stops to do, more men to make cry. ”

I say as I fix my clothes and stand up. She pulls herself from the car, fixes her shorts and hair, and with a giggle, she picks up her bat and walks to the pink car.

“Ash?” She questions stopping on her tracks like someone threw a brick on her head.

“Yes, Pinkie?” I question back, unlocking the car at the same time.

“How are we going to drive three cars out of here?” I chuckle.

I knew we were forgetting something. I hold up a finger, signaling her to stay silent as I take my phone from my pocket and hit the call button for Aaron.

“Hey, shithead, come pick up your car from Chad’s shop.

It’s parked on the opposite side of the road; I will drop you a pin.

” I say as Aaron’s laugh greets me from the other side of the line. “What about you and the lady?”

I look at Pinkie, who has already entered her new, shiny pink car and is ready to hit the street.

“We found new rides.” I respond, opening the door of my car in the process.

I was fully planning to sell this one, but how things turned out, I find myself without a vehicle, and that simply can’t happen.

So, it’s mine now. We will need to hit a race soon enough, especially with all the repairs the house will need.

“Rides? Plural? What the hell did you do?” Aaron screams into his phone, no doubt ready to lose his shit .

It’s not like we steal cars for a living or anything.

“The lady wanted a pink car. Who am I to deny her?”

He chuckles, and I hit the button to end the call.

I open our messaging app and drop a pin to our location before I enter the car.

“Hey, Lopez!” I yell to pinkie, and she lowers her passenger window.

“Yes, love?” She flutters her lashes at me, looking all innocent and cute, making me want to jump out of this car and into hers.

Jesus, Ash, we have things to do; get your horny self together.

“Give me your phone number, you little psycho.” She still looks at me, confused, before I add.

"Once we hit the road, we will lose touch.” She laughs, the puzzle pieces clicking into place, and starts reciting her phone number as I click the numbers and make the call.

I connect the phone to the car’s Bluetooth system, and her voice fills it.

“What’s next, pretty boy?” She says with a giggle as she throws the car in reverse and exits the shop.

I mimic her, doing the same. Once we hit the street, she blows a kiss and closes her window.

Music fills both our cars from her side of the call.

“What do you say if we pay your boss a visit?” I say as we speed down the road.

Pinkie drives with ease, almost like she is used to driving sports cars.

If she were the one racing me the night we met, I would bet that it would almost be a tie.

She is that good, and it makes me think about how strong, beautiful, and capable she is.

It’s one thing to have a beautiful woman by your side, but to have a beautiful psycho who would pull a gun in a street full of cops, won’t hesitate threatening the guy that stole from you and would steal a car with you is a whole other thing.

Every man’s dream, or more likely every man’s with a criminal record.

She leads the way to the coffee shop where she used to work. One of those shitholes that are open twenty four hours and their coffee tastes like donkey’s ass. We park right outside, and I follow the hot lady with pink hair and a baseball bat as she walks inside.