A muscled, handsome man stands in a seedy backstreet, with nowhere to run. He’s shirtless, with bandaged knuckles and blood dripping down his chest from a cut on his face. They backed him into a corner, but he won’t go without a fight.
I know they’re coming. Someone’s coming. And what they have in store for me will make that last bout look like a romp at the playground. They won’t let me get away, not after what I’ve done… not now that they know I found out the truth.
I hear heavy footfalls everywhere. I’m outnumbered. Outgunned. All I have are two fists― and those are broken and bloody… but maybe, just maybe, with a little luck (or a goddamned miracle) I’ll make it out of this… out of here.
The footsteps are closer now… slowing down. They found me. I see a shadow coming from around the corner. I don’t know who or what is on the other side of that wall… if it’s one guy or twenty. I guess it really doesn’t matter. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before I growl, “Hey, asshole…” I take two steps and let my fists fly.
**Please no BDSM. I’m looking for something gritty, rough, and raw… the rest is up to you.
Tags: dark, enemies to lovers, dubious consent, biker, first time, in the closet, men with pets, HFN
Content Warnings: graphic violence, past animal abuse (not by MC), past child abuse
Word Count: 34,203
EVENT: Love is an Open Road