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Sinister Intentions - Chapter 1

by slyleather

Chapter 1

He pulled up to the Roadhouse Bar & Grill just a little before 7 p.m. Friday night. Tyler Lyman was stopping by to grab a quick bite to eat and take a rest before continuing on his four-hour drive home. Tyler had been teaching for a year in an inner city school on a year contract, he lived in the city during the week and went home on the weekend to his fiancé, whom he would be wedding in just eight weeks. The Roadhouse Bar & Grill was about half of a mile off the county road that Tyler took from the city to the interstate. It was about halfway home. He pulled his truck into the gravel parking lot and stepped out of the truck to go in. Standing 6’1 at 225 lbs., Tyler had played baseball and been on the university wrestling team, allowing him to have a very defined, muscular physique and being 27 didn’t hurt either. He ran his fingers through his half-inch long, crew styled brown hair and entered the bar. It was the weekend so Tyler had traded his pants and tie for jeans one of his alma mater T-shits and Docs, with his leather jacket that his fiancé had gotten him for his birthday last year.
The Roadhouse was sort of a midway stop between the city and country, from the outside one could calculate that it was once a gas station and garage that had been refurbished into its present state. It seemed to be primarily for bikers and truckers who came in off of the interstate, but on Friday nights before 8 p.m. there didn’t seem to be too many people. Tyler sat down at the bar and shrugged off his jacket letting it lay across the back of his stool. Shane, the bartender, approached him. Shane was a young man of 23 and a college dropout whose black hair and body led one to believe that he could be on billboards for Calvin Klein or Rolling Stone than serving drinks and food at the Roadhouse. Over the past few months Tyler and Shane had talked cordially and Tyler had tried several times to get Shane to go back to college, even offering to help him with the application and entrance exams, but Shane was extremely content at the Roadhouse. “Running a little late this weekend?” Shane asked.
“A little, next weeks the last week of school, so I’m trying to finish a few things up and start packing.” Tyler answered.
“What for ya tonight?” asked Shane as Tyler looked aside deciding what to order.
“How about just a cheeseburger and fries……and a couple of beers.” Responded Tyler.
“No problem.” Shane replied.
Shane walked away. Tyler noticed that he was dressed differently than most other nights, instead usually wearing jeans and a white tank top with a bar towel in the back pocket, tonight he was wearing leather pants with a black wife-beater and biker boots. Tyler quickly dismissed the sight and checked his phone messages.
Tyler looked around the bar, maybe ten people in the place, he thought. He noticed this guy across the bar standing against the wall glancing over at him. The guy was maybe 30, about the same height and build as Tyler, he couldn’t see his hair because it was covered by a black bandanna. He was a biker Tyler surmised by his leather chaps over his jeans, riding boots and leather biker jacket, leather gloves and sunglasses. Tyler didn’t understand why the guy needed to wear sunglasses inside when it was dark out, but oh well. The guy nodded and flashed a coy smile in Tyler’s direction as he moved the half smoked cigar from his hand to his mouth and drew in on it until the tip of the cigar looked like a dimly lit star going supernova. He removed the cigar from his mouth and drew the smoke deep in his lungs and ever so subtly let it stream from his lips and nostrils as Tyler flashed a courteous smile toward the biker. Thank God, Tyler thought as he saw Shane make his way toward him with his beer and plate. “Here ya go.” Said Shane, as he popped the top on Tyler’s beer.
“Thanks man.” Tyler said, “Hey Shane, whose that guy against the wall there, he’s been looking over here ever since you left with my order?” nodding in the direction of the leather clad biker.
“Over there by the side door?” Shane asked, looking over toward the sleek, playing it cool, leathered bad-ass.
“yeah” said Tyler.
“Ohhh, that’s Brennan. He’s a regular on the weekends.” Shane stated as he turned and nodded with a smile in Brennan’s direction. Brennan gave a conciliatory nod in return. However, there was something curious about the way Shane said it that made Tyler think there was more to Brennan, the great leathered biker, and with that Shane turned around and escaped to the other end of the bar.
Once Tyler had finished his meal and used the restroom he pulled a $20 out of his wallet and tossed it on the bar, “Thanks, Shane, see ya later.” He said, slipping his leather jacket on.
“Take it easy” Shane replied nodding his head Tyler’s way.
As Tyler stepped out of the Roadhouse, he reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He pulled the phone out of his other pocket and sent a text message to his fiancé, Lori, telling her that it would be after 10 p.m. before he got home, as he closed his phone he noticed that Brennan had stepped outside and was standing next to him with a fresh cigar, “You wouldn’t happen to have a light would ya?” Brennan asked rhetorically, knowing Tyler had as he blew the smoke from his lips.
“Sure.” Replied Tyler. He held his zippo up and struck the flame as Brennan gingerly bent down to it and lit his cigar.
“Name’s Brennan.” He introduced himself, but he knew that Tyler already knew that as he had overhear his and Shane’s conversation.
“Tyler…..nice to know ya.” Tyler replied taking his leather gloved hand in a customary manly handshake.
“Haven’t seen you here before?” Brennan inquired to his new acquaintance.
“I just stop by on my way home for the weekends.” Tyler answered.
“You go to school in the city?” Brennan continued exploring, becoming more interested in Tyler.
“No, I’m from Calverton about 220 miles southeast, I’m on a one year teaching contract in the city. I live there through the week and go home to see my family and fiancé on the weekends.” Tyler said.
“You’re a teacher and you have a fiancé.” Brennan continued fishing for information, “When you getting married?”
“Eight weeks. Next week is the final week of school and I’ll be moving back home to help her plan the wedding.” Tyler answered, taking another draw from his cigarette.
“Well, hope everything works out man.” Brennan offered.
“Thanks, appreciate it” Tyler responded as he finished his cigarette and headed to his truck and got preparing to pull out of the parking lot. He looked up and saw Brennan throw his hand up and say, “Take it easy”, Tyler returned the gesture and backed out of the parking lot and made the right turn headed for the interstate. Brennan turned and headed back into the Roadhouse Bar & Grill. Brennan smiled as he opened the door and walked back inside where Shane was waiting in the corner next to the restroom.
“Well, Sir?” asked Shane.
“He’s a good candidate, but no good. He’s moving back with his fiancé next week and we’re not likely to see him again.” Brennan said, turning and staring sternly down at Shane.
“But he’s not leaving for another week, there’s still time.” Shane replied nervously.
Brennan stopped and realized something and grabbed Shane by the throat “You knew he was leaving in week and still you dragged my Goddamn ass down here for a fucker that’s been around for nine months and you wait ‘til the LAST GODDAMN WEEK, you pathetic cunt! I know he didn't tell you that just tonight!” Brennan spewed through clenched teeth. Trying to calm down and releasing Shane’s neck Brennan asked him pointedly, “Why would you recommend him when I'll never see him again?”
“Because Sir, he will be in here again Sunday night and then later in the week when he returns home. I’ve been watching him for months, he’s really predictable.” Shane answered, rubbing his neck, attempting to sound convincing.
“Huh........ You had better pray that Tyler isn’t a waste of my time.” Brennan threatened, turning and walking into the restroom. Brennan calmed down even more when he remembered that he did like the vibe he got from Tyler, maybe he would wait around here and see if the Tyler situation was workable.
“Yes Sir!” Shane stated forcefully, and with that he turned and followed Brennan into the restroom glancing around the bar to see who had witnessed that moment of embarrassment for Shane. He knew he had to deliver on Tyler or he would be severely punished and not the kind that he enjoyed.
To be continued……………………………………

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