Jack couldn't believe this girl. Ah well, nothing he could do now. Besides his curry was still at home and he was starved. Pulling out a big fuck off knife from his boot he slammed it down onto the table, straight through Steve's right pinky, cutting it clean off. Then he picked up the now disconnected pinky and threw it out of a window into the alley. He muffled Steve's screams with the rags the parts had been in and gave him a push for good measure. It would be a while before Steve tried to buy stuff that was his again. Walking out he gave a nod to the barkeep and lay a 50 on the side. Stepping out The girl was already at his bike, with those wide eyes people who liked bikes normally got when they saw his Harley. God did she look sexy with the bike. IF she were in a pair of denim shorts and a crop top he probably couln't have helped himself. But again he took a deep breath and carried on thinking about the job.

[i]"Harley Iron 883, got her for 4 grand off a friend at my MC club, in case you hadn't spotted I'm a Redcoat."[/i]

Jack pointed to the leather jacket he hadn't taken off since he had got up that morning.

[i]"Put this on..."[/i]

He handed the girl a helmet.

[i]"...and get on the back. I will tell you more about the job when we get back to mine."[/i]