Handsome Brute Series

Handsome Brute Series

Going home late from the bar, you can't find your car in this old underground parking garage. You've been walking around for 25 minutes. Can't even find the stairway you used to get this far below ground. There seems to be more junk in this part of the garage than cars. You've walked past an area where the lights are dim and shadowy. You pull out your phone to call someone and have no signal. When you look up, you find him staring at you. You didn't hear him walk up behind you. So fucking massive and so wide there is no walking around him. His dark eyes glint in the dark. You can't look away from him. So captured by those dark, dangerous pools you don't notice him walking toward you. His mass is precluding the dim flickering lights.

Enforcer

Enforcer Series

You try to hold your breath as you hide in the shadow behind the car. You've been running for 20 minutes trying to lose this monster. How can someone so damn big be that fast and have that much stamina. When you saw the door to this run-down factory was cracked open, you tried it. It didn't open fully, just about 6-7 inches. You couldn't force it any further. Like a rat, you squeezed in and found the old car to hide behind. It hadn't been 5 minutes before you heard him at the door. You tried calming your breath as you peeked out of the shadows you hid in to see him at the door's crack.

No way possible for him to squeeze into that. Fuck, his giant freaking arm could barely squeeze through the crack. You could see the massive old crate of metal junk that blocked the door opening any more. Just as you thought, even he couldn't move that, you saw one of his massive hands grab the edge of the door, and that brutal, thuggish face snarled and started pushing the door open. The crate was so heavy it was gouging marks in the concrete.

After he pushed the door open another 5-6 inches, it still wasn't big enough for his massive body to pass through. That's when he stepped back out of the door opening. You were hoping he was giving up, but then the room shook as he hit the door with his massive shoulder, and the crate moved back another 6 inches. He then lifts up one of his massive booted feet and slams it into the door so hard that the door cracks, and the crate is used so hard it tips over. What remained of the door swung completely open.

He strode in, his heavy boot steps echoing around the old building. You crouched behind the old car and some junk amongst piles of junk around the building. His eyes traveled over one pile of scrap or another. His eyes were so bright grey they almost looked like they glowed in the darkness. Just when he was looking on the other side of the building, a piece of old rusted trim on the side of the car, no bigger than a quarter, hit the ground. Just enough sound in the silence to focus his attention.

Jerking back behind the car, you shiver as you hear the sound of the heavy-soled lineman boots stalking closer. They stopped on the other side of the car. You could see the front of his left boot just under the car. Scuff black leather, steel-toed, heavy, thick, lugged soles. You couldn't see it, but you could hear the tight leather glove creaking and cracking as his massive hands flexed them into fists over and over again.

You willed yourself not to move. Not to breathe. If you could have, not to think.

"Nice of you to find a quiet, secluded place for us to talk." A deep, resonant voice said right above you. When you look up, all you see is a massive gloved hand reaching for you.

Biker Series

What are you waiting for? You know what to do while you are down there.

Mercenary Series