Taboo (Merle Dixon x OFC)

Chapter 4

I took in all the bikers as they surrounded my follower's booth. They looked like your usual stereotypical bikers; leather from head to toe, tats, and that overall mean mug they all carried. I recognized every one of them. They had all known my Daddy.

"Answer my brother b'fore ya get yerself killed," Daryl advised the man calmly, stepping up next to Merle. "Don't think he won't shoot ya cuz we're in a public place. This is Merle's territory. Yer in his tavern. All these people in here are his people. You'll disappear, and everyone in here will ferget 'bout what happened to ya."

Merle cocked his gun, causing the strange man to gulp and hold up his hands. He kept it at his side. There was no reason for him to raise it yet.

"I was! I was taking pictures!" the stranger confessed nervously.

"Yeah, I know ya were. I also know ya been followin' her. She texted me from the cab ta tell me ya were. My woman ain't fuckin' stupid," Merle growled on his way to the stranger's booth. Daryl followed closely, backing up his brother.

"Who are you? Why ya takin' pictures? Why didn't ya just ask her? What's yer agenda?" Merle enunciated the last word, taunting him.

"I-I dunno. Sh-She's pretty." The man stammered over his words. "I just wanted to..."

"Pathetic lil pussy." Merle sneered, shaking his head. He was looming over top of this man now, using his large size to further intimidate him. "C'mon. Spit it the fuck out."

"I-f-fuck." He couldn't even talk right. He knew he was fucked.

Merle lowered himself so his face was level with his and screamed, "Wanted ta WHAT?"

He banged on the table with his free fist, making the man jump. The guy looked like a deer in headlights. He didn't know what to say. The other bikers stood there and chuckled. They were all amused, even Daryl.

Merle grabbed the man's phone when he didn't answer him and threw it on the floor in front of him. It shattered under his boot when he straightened up and stomped on it. The man whimpered in response. There must have been some really important stuff on there because he looked devastated. That was good because it meant he probably wasn't smart enough to have a backup application.

"Search 'im!" Merle demanded.

Two men yanked the stranger up while a third searched him. The others stood there and silently dared him to resist. The guy looked like he was going to piss himself. Merle's man laid the stranger's belongings out on the table one by one; keys, chapstick, a wallet, and a switchblade that was hidden on his side. Merle didn't like that at all. He scowled, picking up the wallet and looking at the license. A sudden change in his expression told me he recognized the man's name before he shoved it in his pocket.

One of the bikers taunted him in a sing-song tone. "Uh-oh. Dixon knows who you are..."

Daryl's phone must have vibrated in his pocket because he pulled it out quickly and looked at it. He must have been waiting for something, or he would have never bothered.

"Merle..." Daryl growled, his features hardening as he read the message he had received.

Merle glanced at him, only to receive a single hard nod from Daryl. Merle looked at the strange man again, his jaw clicking and his teeth grinding together. His eyes narrowed, flashing dangerously. I didn't know what that message said, but Merle's reaction wasn't good by any means.

The biker who was searching the strange man raised an eyebrow as his hand passed under his balls. He pulled out a tiny bottle and a rag from between his legs.