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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 291 Sack Attack
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Sack hated his name Kip. It always felt like was short for something. What kind of parents wait ten years to have a kid only to pick a name with only three letters? It was like they weren't even trying.
He liked being called Sack or even Half-Sack. It was who he was—a tough ex-soldier who lost a ball in the service of his country. He was proud of that. There wasn't anything to be proud of in the name Kip.
He was sitting in the car with the windows down so he could hear the ambient sounds and maintain situational awareness. That had been a big thing in the military—situational awareness.
Scarlett was walking to the car in that painfully slow walk of hers.
"Tara and I need a favor," Scarlett said.
"OK."
"You need to take off your cut. Tara doesn't want any connection between her and the MC and that includes you."
While Sack took off his cut, he thought about a favor two girls had asked a guy a few days ago. He'd spent all night cleaning, detailing and polishing Chibs' and Clay's bikes so they looked like they'd just been driven off the showroom floor. Prospects rarely got any reward for hard work. It was expected. This was an exception. Chibs took him to Cara Cara a porn studio Otto's old lady Lu-ann ran to watch a scene. In it two women asked a guy for a favor just like Scarlett asked him.
He wondered if that could be the same favor that the two women in the porn scene wanted. They had wanted the guy to watch them have sex. It was the best favor ever.
As he walked into Tara's house he began to worry about Jax. He had to be very careful around Scarlett or Jax would kick his ass, kick him out of the MC or both. Tara was another story though. He could hook up with her.
"What's the favor?" Sack asked hopefully.
"There's a guy sitting in a car by my driveway," Tara said. "He's a stalker. I need you to disable his car so he can't follow us. I don't want him to know that I went to the clubhouse."
Sack's face fell. He couldn't hide his disappointment. Maybe there was a chance to rescue his fantasy and make some of it come true.
"You have a broom?"
"I do."
"OK. Get it and give it to me. I'll shove it through his radiator. He won't get far without a radiator. We need a diversion," Sack said. He paused pretending to think. "I'm going to pretend to sweep. The two of you need to draw his attention away from me. You make out. He'll never notice me."
"We're not making out," the women said in unison.
Sack was panicking a little. He hoped he hadn't been disrespectful and Scarlett told Jax.
"No disrespect meant."
"What is it about men and the whole watching women together thing?" Scarlett demanded.
"I don't get it either," Tara said.
"Uh . . . I really can't explain it. It's just a guy thing. I didn't mean any disrespect."
"We can talk," Tara said.
"I'm good with that," Scarlett said.
"After I've done his car, I'll run to my car and take off. You guys leave while I'm attacking his car. Tara first and then Scarlett. Remember I have to unlock the gate at TM. I'll catch up to you two."
Tara grabbed a small purse on a thin strap.
"Do you need your bag?" Scarlett asked.
"No, I've got everything I need in my car."
Tara locked her door and the two women walked out to the driveway. Sack began to sweep the driveway getting closer and closer. He knew it wasn't much of a plan, but he just needed the guy's car disabled so he couldn't follow the women.
The girls leaned in, and for a minute, Sack thought they were going to kiss. He realized they were just drawing the stalker guy's attention to them.
He jammed the broom through the radiator twice. He kept the broom with him as he sprinted to his car, the angry man at his heels.
"What the hell did you do that for?" the man demanded.
Sack hit the man in the gut with the broom, threw it in the backseat and took off before the man had even straightened up. The guy was still hunched over when he took a final look at him in the rearview mirror.
The women were gone. Maybe an imperfect plan, but he'd gotten perfect results.