Lawless (An Outlaw's Love Story) Book II

III | Enough Is Enough

1899 Somewhere In Southern California

The larger than average bodyguard cracked each of his knuckles as he loomed over Stacy, preparing himself for a fatal fistfight. Stacy isn't much of a boxer, although, he can still somewhat hold his own. However, taking down this impossibly massive man will be a terribly difficult feat. He sure wished that Dixon would have joined their group instead of hanging back at the hideout. Dixon would be a much fairer match for this beast of a man.

"So you wanna brawl, big man?" 

The bodyguard snarled and nodded in response. 

Stacy arrogantly smirked and said, "Well, I ain't got enough time for all that."

Fast as lighting Stacy pulled the trigger of his pistol. The man dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach as blood spread throughout the belly of his jacket and leaked onto the carpet of the train car.

"And down you go." Stacy lightly pushed the man over. He fell face forward onto the floor with a loud thump. Sure it could have been seen as cowardice, but there was no way that Stacy would have held up agains the brut, and Stacy was not looking to lose.

The mayor's daughter startled at the sudden assault. One of her hands clasped over her mouth and the other clutched her silk chatelaine purse. That was the most she'd moved since the bandits boarded the train.

"Now..." Stacy walked up to the booth were the mayor's daughter sat. He casually perched his boot on the seat opposite over her. Leaning his elbow on his knee, he leered down at the woman. "...it's time to go, princess."

For the first time she lifted her head and looked up into his eyes. Recognition fell on her face just as it had many of the other passengers. She knew right then exactly what infamous bandit stood before her.

Stacy, on the other hand, was surprised by the woman's dissimilar appearance to the mayor. For one, there's no denying that the woman is Black--skin as brown as the shell of a hazelnut. Although Stacy knew this from the start, per the revelation of his intel. However, he expected the girl to look somewhat like the mayor. She did not. Accompany her dark skin was even darker eyes like two cups of the best coffee. Her lashes thick and curly just as the hair on the top of her head. He couldn't help himself as he studied each feature of her face. She had a single beauty spot right above the left side of her lip, an attractive addition to her already uniquely angular face. Stacy couldn't and wouldn't deny it--the young woman was beyond beautiful. 

He cleared his throat. "You goin' get up or shall I toss you over my shoulder?" Stacy cocked his head to the side.

Tears pooled in her eyes, but she fought to keep them from shedding. Slowly she scooted out of the booth and stood. 

"Thata girl--hmph!" Unexpectantly she kicked him in the groin before taking off down the aisle opposite of him and the other bandits.

"Son of a..." Stacy cradled his now throbbing manhood. He could already here Alonzo and the others moving to go after her. He held up his hand to stop them. "I got it. I'll get her." He winced as he stood erect and limped after her.

DESPITE HIS GAIT SHE DIDN'T GET TOO FAR BEFORE STACY WAS ALREADY UPON HER. HE THEN pinned her to the wall of a storage car which was otherwise vacant. She screamed and kicked out wildly at him. While seated the woman didn't seem like she would be much trouble. However, now standing before him they nearly met eye to eye. She wasn't quite slim either, nor was she robust. She was a young woman of a bit thicker build, rounder in all the right places.