"I want my fucking money back!" The grit behind the baritone was as forceful as the fist flying towards my face. Guess I celebrated too early. Fuckers, they don't know when they are being hustled, and this one fights like a pussy. Another fist comes sailing at me, but I grabbed it, crushing it into my hands. Fucking weakling. A quick kick to the stomach cowered him before me, following an uppercut, knocking him cold onto the ground.

"Bitch." I mumbled in satisfaction, but only reveling in it briefly.

A low gasp echoed in the night air and stood a few feet away from me. I attempted to gain my footing, but fell. Though my consciousness slipped in and out, I sensed steps towards me, followed with a voice, but I could barely make any of it out. "Sir! Are you okay? Can you hear me?" An echo in the air whispered above me.

Soft.
Sweet.

The sounds of the voice calling were lyrical and familiar. I groaned a bit as I tried to maneuver my way off the ground. She stepped back until her movements grew still. Slowly, my eyes opened to see a hand reaching out, blurred along with the moonlit that shimmered from high in the clouds. Pfft. I don't need a fucking rescue. I got up on my own, though stumbling, I stood.

My vision struggled to focus on the girl who seemed concerned for me. I shook it off until my vision was clearer, so I reached in my pocket for my keys.

"Um, sir, I don't think you are in any condition to drive. Please let me help you." The sweet voice offered.

"No." I turned away, wrestling my footsteps into the garage.

"Please!" The shuffle of her feet ran up to me. "Let me." She snatched my keys from me.

"What the fuck? Lady, you got some brass balls grabbing someone's stuff like that!" I reached for them, but she pulled away.

"Just tell me what you drive and allow me to take you home." She insisted.

"Home? Pfft. I don't have a home." I muttered the lie, but it wasn't as if I could go there, anyway. Jin would scold me for busting in on his time and for being drunk. Nah, I'll pass. I blinked my focus again to the petite and very demanding woman who held my keys in her grasp.

"At least let me take you someplace safe. Show me to your car."

My car? What? Is she trying to take me home? My night of carnal sin keeps getting better.

"Please?" She pleaded. Hmm, that killed that. She's a nice girl, a good girl. Too good in wanting to offer a drunk, beaten stranger to a place where she deemed safe. She won't be feeling too charitable once she sees my means of getting us there. I'll show her what happens to nice girls when they run with the likes of me. Growing irritated, I snatched her by her arm and dragged her into the garage and to my bike. "Now, do you think you will get me someplace safe?" I smirked.

I watched her gaze wander over my ride before she turned to me. "Do you have a helmet?"

Wait? She, what? Does she honestly think she's going to drive my bike? She's bluffing and trying to act tough because I showed her out. Good girls don't drive motorcycles. "Yeah. For me."

Instead of speaking again, she hopped onto the bike, cranking it, and adjusted her cute figure on my seat as I watch her familiarize herself with the controls. "I suggest you put it on and hold on tight." She turned to me in waiting.

This little-hmm, my irritation has now grown to curiosity, and with the way I'm feeling, I willing to see how far this goes.

Even if it kills us.
She won't make it a mile.

I unclasp my helmet from the side and place it on my head. Taking a spot on the second seat, I wrapped my arms around her tight as she told me to. She winced from my grip and leaned in closer to her, making sure the chill of the protection for my head grazed her delicate skin. "Lead the way." I directed.

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