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CW: Dirty talk, messy blowjobs, gun violence, thigh fucking, cum play, discussions of anal sex, discussions of public sex, degradation kink, public sex, forced/unpaid labor (sex work), human trafficking.
BUCKY
THE WINKING JUDGE || LOUISVILLE, KENTUCKY
The trailer park was a bust. The whole thing doesn't even exist anymore. Sadie saved us an entire drive with one Google search once we got a couple of burner phones.
We're going to run out of money at this rate. I forgot how expensive it is to be on the run.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Sadie asks as we pull up to the front of the bar.
This place looks even more like a shithole than it did six years ago when Natasha chased me out of it. The windows are punched out, glass like jagged teeth, almost framing the pieces of shitty, graffiti-littered plywood that's stuck inside of the frames. The neon blinking sign that says LIVE NUDE GIRLS is only half working.
Sadie eyes it with suspicion, but doesn't say anything.
"We don't have any other choice," I tell her as we climb out of the car.
The place doesn't even look open outside of the sad blinking sign, but that's the point. Some of the most dangerous men in the state came here to drink and fuck the girls who were forced to work there.
Including my ex-wife.
It's how I met her. I promised her a better life, just like I promised Sadie.
I couldn't deliver with Natasha, but not a single part of me is willing to let Sadie down.
I told her to dress conservatively, but she didn't listen. She's in a little cropped tank top and a pair of leggings that show way too much of her sweet, soft little belly and her plump ass. As I shut the door, I shrug my leather jacket off and hand it to her.
"Wear this."
"Why?" She asks with a smile.
"Because I don't want another man looking at what's mine," I growl, thrusting the jacket out at her. "You wear it, or you sit in the car."
She grins at me, those big blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.
"I like it when you get possessive." She puts the jacket on and I stop her, zipping it up. Sadie reaches forward and grabs my cock. "It turns me on."
"If anyone in there so much as looks at you, I'll bend you over that hood and show them who you belong to. You understand me?"
Lightning flashes in her eyes. We might be on the run, but that won't stop me from taking what's mine. I cup her face in both hands, my eyes dancing around her face. I know Sadie has seen a lot; been through a lot, but I also know that her father kept this world from her on purpose. If Steve were next to me, I'd have no problem waltzing into that bar. But with her? I'm nervous. Especially after being gone for so long. I'm not exactly friendly with these motherfuckers, but Natasha works there, so I don't really have a choice.
