1. Closing Time


    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 ...
    even match, no telling who would come out on top. The fourth one though, is a monster! At least three inches taller than me with a wide deep chest and massive arms, bulging with muscle. His dark beard and hair are neatly trimmed. His dark eyes are fixed on me. I’m cornered, backed up against the bar and surrounded. My only chance is a quick strike with the knife. It is sharp and will cut deep. If I can take one of them down with a single strike, I may have a chance at escape. I face them head on, picking my target and waiting for them to get within striking distance. They form a half circle around me and stop just out of range. Monster stares me down and opens his vest, revealing the revolver strapped to his chest. “Toss the knife on the bar,” he growls. I scan their stone faces, I’m pretty good with the knife, but no match for four men and a revolver. I’ve got no problem taking a beating, I’ve taken them before and have the scars to show for it, but getting shot is a different matter. I slowly pull the knife from it’s sheath and toss it on the bar. “The money’s in the bag behind the bar,” I say, holding up my hands in surrender. A deep rumbling laugh reverberates from Monster’s chest. “We’re not here for the money. We’re here for you,” he growls. My jaw drops and I stare in confusion. I don’t know what they intend, but I know, it’s not good. My mind is racing, who have I pissed off? Who would send these four after me? I don’t know, but I’m not going down without a fight. I ...
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