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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 2 Meet or Meat

Scarlett wasn't used to dressing so men would notice her. Being on the run meant keeping a low profile. Now, she wanted people to look at her and notice.

She was tall with large breasts, shoulder length ask blonde hair and green eyes. Men had been checking her out since she was twelve. She'd hated it, but now she needed this man's attention.

"What's your name?"

"Jax Teller."

"I think I could have an ex with that name."

He laughed flashing white teeth and that smile that used to make her sister feel weak in the knees. Violet also told her that he was a walking erection and had been with hundreds of girls.

She wasn't impressed with the number of women he'd bedded. He was probably a terrible lover. He couldn't build a relationship and didn't have to try to make sex good for the woman. He was a one and done kind of guy, so he focused on his pleasure. It was the only thing that was important to guys like him.

She got his type only too well. Guys started hitting on her since she'd grown breasts. They also seemed to think a big breasted girl was stupid. Sometimes, it was useful to let them think that.

"You can call me Scarlett. That's what friends call me."

"Are you fiery like your nick name?"

"No, I'm the cool icy blonde type who needs a lot of warming up."

"My favorite type of woman."

She smiled at him. She didn't know what the hell was wrong with her. She'd given him her real first name. No one would expect her to come to Charming let alone use her real first name. She was staking her life on it.

"I think every type of woman is your favorite."

He laughed.

"You could be right, darlin'. You need some help with your car?"

"I fixed it. Just a little loose something or other. I like to tinker under the hood of cars."

He looked at her legs and breasts again.

"You new to the area or are you just passing through?"

"I'm looking for a place to open a small cookie and coffee business. I'm looking at a couple of small towns."

"I'd be happy to show you around."

She curled her hair around her fingers and smiled at him. She made her mind blank. Men liked her best when she looked like she couldn't think beyond what color lip gloss to wear.

"I would like that. It's always easier to get to know a town with a guide."

The meeting had been easy enough. It was this next bit that was tricky—trying to keep him interested enough to spend time with her while not having sex with him. Once the chase was over, he'd be on to the next. She had to figure out how to build a relationship with him.

"Where are you staying?"

"I haven't found a hotel for the night yet. It's a little early. I was going to grab lunch and kind of get a feel for the town."

"I've got to run by TM. It's short for Teller-Morrow. I work there with my stepfather Clay Morrow. We repair cars and bikes."

At the name Clay Morrow, a wave of fear hit her. The last time she saw him, he was killing her mother. He saw her, but Violet grabbed her hand and they ran outside. Clay caught up with them before they could get in Violet's car.

Clay snatched at her, but Violet always carried pepper spray. She sprayed Clay in the eyes and nose. He immediately bent over, his eyes and nose watering from the effects. Violet shoved her in the car and they took off.

Violet told her that Clay Morrow was a man that you don't cross. She'd been a naïve eleven year-old. She'd asked her more worldly nineteen year-old sister about calling the police. Violet told her that no one would believe them. Clay had too much power and he knew too many people.

When Violet told her of her plan to go to Charming and get justice for their mother, she tried to talk her out of it. Violet thought she was safe from Clay because she hadn't seen Clay kill their mother and fifteen years had passed. She didn't think Clay would remember what she looked like.

Violet hadn't changed much during the past fifteen years unlike Scarlett who had gone through puberty, a growth spurt and teeth straightening for a large overbite. She looked nothing like her eleven year old self. She'd helped that along with a box of hair color. That had been part of her scheme to attract attention.

She thought Violet's plan was crazy and dangerous. In the end she had been right because Violet had been murdered, her body dumped just outside the city limits.