Date: 12/28/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: BadDog9, Source: LushStories
Just after closing, is my favorite time. It’s blissfully quiet, no obnoxious drunks, no complaining bartenders, or whining waitresses, wanting their problems solved. No eardrum bursting band, who think they’re, as yet, undiscovered rockstars. This is my alone time. Just me, alone in the restorative peace and quiet at the end of the long day. The haze of cigarette smoke is clearing and I can breathe again as I sip my ice cold beer. It’s the perfect end to a hectic day. The sound of the front door opening startles me. I’m positive I locked it! I leap to my feet, tossing the money bag over the bar. My hand instinctively goes to the knife hanging from my belt. I’ve always known, sooner or later, somebody would try this. I just can’t figure out how they unlocked the door. Four men wearing jeans, t shirts, and leather vests spread out and wind their way through the deserted tables, advancing on me. One is small, under six feet and no more than a hundred and thirty pounds, with a pointed rat-like face. He won’t be much of a problem. The one to his right is built like a tank, not too tall, but broad and thick. There’s a lightning bolt tattooed on each side of his shaved head. One on one I could probably take him, but it would be a fight. The one on the left could be my twin, broad shouldered and a little over six feet tall with brown hair down to his shoulders. His beard the only difference between us, his is neatly trimmed into a goatee where mine is full and long. We’re a pretty ...