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CW: Slight exhibitionism, smut, teasing, dirty talk, degradation kink, Bucky likes to be called a slut, discussions of drug use and its effects on the body, discussions of death.
BUCKY
PIERCE'S HOUSE || EDEN, KENTUCKY
I pull up to Sam's pickup that's parked near Pierce's property on the edge of town. It's the same drug house I used to operate out of, and it looks so much fucking worse now. The porch is falling apart, the windows have been punched out, displaying angry glass teeth that look like they want to devour you. But he's got a Porsche in the driveway, and a shiny new motorcycle. He wants to look like he has wealth, but judging by the state of the house, he knows that his time in Eden is temporary.
Or he's ready to run at any time if and when the cops show up.
I kill the engine on my bike and climb off, striding toward Sam's pickup. Steve looks nervous, only acknowledging me for a fraction of a second before his eyes are fixed on that house. I knock on the window and Steve opens the driver's side door and hops out.
"I'm goin' in."
"Not without me, pal," I murmur.
Steve grabs me by the shoulders.
"Buck? I love you, but that piece of shit hit my little girl, and I'll be goddamned if I'm gonna sit by and let you or Sam take care of my business."
He's doing what I want to do. I want to take Quill's head off, but I also want to stay out of prison. For her. It's nice to have a reason. I lean over and lock eyes with Sam.
"I assume you've already tried to talk him down from this shit?"
"Tried and failed, man," Sam replies as he lights a cigarette. "We're here for reinforcements in case shit goes south."
I sigh and turn back to Steve.
"You're not throwin' a damn punch, do you hear me?"
Steve nods and I run a hand through my hair. We've had this conversation many times, but I know Steve better than I know myself. If the man wants to hit something, he will, and there's no stopping him.
No stopping him from shooting someone either.
"I need to hear it, Stevie."
"I hear you," Steve sighs. "I'm gonna talk to him."
"And what about Pierce?"
"What about him?" Steve asks.
"If you fuck with one of his guys, he's gonna keep holding you and that bar hostage financially. You can't do that to Sadie."
