The out law club - Gregory Harrison 2

“I need you to do a job,” peter demanded, slamming his jug of cougar beer on the hardwood table at the wishing well pub.1

Happy hour had just began, and by the looks of it my brothers was in no hurry to finish up his jug of beer, and head home to his wife.2

Using a nearby napkin I wiped of the drabs of beer that had flown across the table, and had landed on my suit, and looked my brother in the eyes, trying to figure out if he was serious about this, or if he was just so skunked out of his brain he was talking just talking shit.3

“What you looking at me like that for, I can be an outlaw like you to you know, bang bang,” he slurred, snickering as he used his fingers, gesturing a gunshot to his head.4

Getting thoroughly annoyed I looked at my watch, it was Ten pm, I could have been home plowing some woman by now. I hoped to God that it was not one of his spur of the moment, out of depression, all night drinking binges, because to be quiet frank I would rather screw a guy than be here for that.5

“Look what am I really here for Peter? You are well aware I have a tight schedule to keep, can we just get this over with?”6

Looking partially hurt my my response he lowered his hand made gun to the table, and placed his hands in the air, holding them behind his head.7

“I have the right to remain silent, anything I say or do will be used against me in the my house of law, I have the right to an machine gun, and if I cant fucking get one, I'll blow your mother fucking head to smithereens, bitches.”8

Raising my eyebrow, I cuffed back my sleeves, ushering a waitress over to our table. I could see that this was not going to be something as simple as I had thought.9

“Does this have something to do with Marilyn? Are you to still fighting over the house, if its about the money I can give it to you, there is no need to worry about that.”10

Still with his hands behind his back, he lowered his head to the table. Tears falling down his eyes. He waited a few moments before banging his head numerous times on the table like a common mental.11

Looking around I could see other locals, and tourist looking in our direction, and pulled up his head, bringing it to look at me.12

“Would you stop that, unlike you I have a high reputation to uphold, even in this lower class stinking pub. Now tell me what is wrong before I beat you face till its black and blue, and don't think I won't do it either.”13

Peter rubbed his eyes, his head slightly bruised, and bleeding from his head banging. He let his hands fall to his beer, and lifted the jug up sculling a mouthful, before wiping his frothy beard,  frowning.”14


“I want her dead Gregory. I want her burned at the stake like the filthy, slithering witch that she is, and I want that bastard to be a pile of blackened, charred ashes do you hear me, a blackened mess of burnt flesh.”15

I nodded, as the waitress finally came to my table to take my order.16

“What will it be boys,” she asked in a sultry voice.17

I looked her up and down. Her tight skirt, her torn blouse. Those see through bra's, and her knees high black leather boots, with the Gothic twist buckles. It was enough to make me stone hard in a second. I looked down to her legs, her thighs. Immediately mental images started to illuminate.18

“Oh yes.... Gregory....Oh .... fuck me harder...right here...OH... OH... yess.”19

“Gregory, hello... Hello is anyone home,” Peter asked waving a hand in front of me.20

I snapped out of my daze, my eyes fixated on her. She was stunning. Not to mention so damn sexy I just wanted to bend the bitch over and probe her ass right then, and there. My eyes followed the curves of her body, mentally I ran my hands across her naked shoulders, tracing her firm, luscious skin. Right down the curves of her hips, and down her thighs. Feeling her bodies warm. Tender , needing touch.21

“I think we will have another round,” I said handing her the money.22

She smiled, taking it, and shoved it slowly down the front of her blouse, as if she knew that I would be watching.23

“Coming real soon boys,” she stated, shoving her note pad into her skirt.24

I nodded, watching her ass as she walked away. He hips swaying. Damn she had be hard.25

“Ha Ha, you can never keep your eyes of them can you? Surprised you didn't give her your number, not like you old man,” peter snickered, draining the jug. Froth spilling down his chin, dripping onto the table.26

Slightly angered, I glared at him, throwing a napkin in his face.27

“Real smooth coming from a pig like you. Now what the fuck are you talking about? Why do you want to burn Marilyn? Wait, is she having an affair?”28

Peter nodded, his head falling to the table again.29

I reached of grabbing a handful of hair, I lifted his head up, taking my hand across his cheek.30

“Wake up, were not at home you fool, I don't have time for stupidity. I want the when, what who why and how, and you have 5 minutes to explain or you can kiss my help goodbye.”31

Worried, he tried to stay focused, his body rocking from side to side.32

“It's Marilyn, she's been cheating on me, I found her with rocky last night in the kitchen. I smacked him out, almost beat the living shit out of him, but he got up, and knocked me clean out in one hit.”33

Trying not to laugh at my brothers efforts to be violent. I rubbed my lips, taking my hand to my head and pondered what to say in response.34

I always knew that Marilyn would break one day. After all I should know, I had fucked her so many times when he had been away with his mates, I'm surprised he hadn't found out about us. Or maybe he knew, maybe he thought our teenage pact of sharing between brothers was still active, if so he was sadly mistaken. Either way I knew what Marilyn was capable of, besides a hardcore fuck.

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She was after something wild, something hot and heated. Not some drunk baboon like my brother who would probably turn limpid the second they hit the sack. Though he was my brother, he was family, and family helped each other out.36

“Why do you want to burn her? Have you tried actually talking to her, trying to see her point of view?”37

He shook his head.38

“Why should I listen to what she has to say, she is a sneaky, slithering slut, I bet she would fuck any guy who offered she is that desperate.”39

I nodded, taking his response.40

“Di you ever wonder why she might be so desperate?”41

“Cause she's a slut,” he repeated, rubbing his blood-shot eyes.42

I shook my head, knowing I would have to try at least to salvage there relationship in any way I could, cause despite the sex, my brother and Marilyn were the most solid couple I had ever met. I had never met any pair so loving than those two, and this wasn't a death notice, it was a case of misunderstanding, and a lack on his part to not equal up to her wants.43

“No Peter, she is not slut, she just wants the passion back in sex, she wants it rough, wild, hot and sweaty, I mean think about it. She is an out going girl, who loves you and would do anything for you, do you think she is doing this because she doesn't love you? The answer is no, she is doing this because your not giving her what she needs, and you don't even try, so of course she is going to go of and bounce on someone like rock you get off, but I can bet you a million bucks she doesn't feel anything but his cock between her legs.44

“Here you are boys.”45

I turned around to face the waitress, hoping I could get another glance of that stunning body, but it wasn't her.46

I nodded, looking around, she was no where in sight. I looked at my watch Twelve pm, I hadn't got any better offers, and my woman seemed to be gone already.47

Smiling I pulled my car out of my pocket, and handed it to her.48

“Ask for Gregory, room 45,” I said handing her the car.49

The woman smiled, running her hand down her blouse, rubbing her nipples a little to tease.50

“I'll see you then,” she said, tossing her black hair over her shoulders, as she turned around to walk away.51

Peter shook his head.52

“WHAT,” I cried, as he took the jug away from my grasp.53

“You unbelievable,” he said,taking a sip from the side, getting some forth caught in his beard.54

“At least I'll be getting some tonight, which is more than I can say for you.”55

Peter sullenly lowered his face into the beer, in an attempt to drown away his sorrows.56

“Alright thats it I'm going,” I said, standing up, straightening my suit.57

He lifted his head up, covered in beer.58

'What about Marilyn, are you going to singe the bitch?”59

I shook my head.60

“I suggest you sober up real quick, and go home, and give her the hardest, roughest wake up morning fuck she has ever had, and don't stop until she is practically begging you okay?”61

Peter nodded, shrugging is shoulders.62

“Some brother you are, I knew I should have got Martin to do the job.”63

I walked over, standing beside him and gave him a fair smack in the back of his head.64

“You get him involved, and I swear you will be the one burnt to a crisp. Do you hear me?65

He remained silent, I took it as a yes. Rubbing his shoulder.66

“Go get her tiger,” I laughed walking toward the door, another night wasted, but I was look forward to the morning.

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