way to the motorcycle and Aries could see it definitely had seen better days.
“Is that it?” He pointed up ahead, just to be sure.
“Yeah.” The guy placed his helmet on the seat.
“This bike is great for tall guys like us, but this particular model is known to have rust issues.” Aries studied the vehicle. “I can—”
“Hey, what about her?” The man motioned back at the door.
“What about who?” Aries asked, standing to his full height.
“You didn’t see her nosing around in your stuff? That Black lady with the pink dress, the customer who told me you would be back soon. She was there when I came in.”
“Oh, she’ll be fine. So what I suggest we do is—”
“No, no, no.” The guy smirked and waved his arms about, eyes narrowed. “We gotta look out for one another. Guys like us. You just gonna leave ’er in the shop? I wouldn’t trust any of ’em around my shit. Something might get stolen.”
“Is that so?” Aries crossed his arms.
“Yeah. See, what they do is check you out first. These niggers do shit like this all the time. It’s like a game to them.”
“Tell me everything they do.” Aries itched for a cigarette, but bided his time.
“Man, they’ll send in a girl, a distraction, to case your spot. She seems harmless, right? A female. Probably gonna ask you to show ’er some motorcycles when she gets the chance, lie about wanting to buy one. Then she’ll make small talk, get you to let your guard down. After it’s all over, because of course she isn’t buying shit and welfare don’t cover a decent chopper, she’ll go back to her gangbanger or drug dealin’ friends, tells ’em where you keep the cash, the safe, the tools, all that shit, and they come up and rob you the very next day.”
“Wow. That’s crazy.”
“Not really. It’s their nature, my brother.” The man’s blue eyes sparkled with malevolence. “All they do is have a bunch of outta wedlock babies, mooch off the system, complain, kill each other up with no explanation but only focus on so-called police brutality, talk about White privilege and all that other made-up, fake news bullshit instead of tryna make somethin’ of themselves. They get far more shit than we do! They’re almost as bad as the damn Jews. But yeah, they’ll rob you, man. I wouldn’t turn my back on one if you paid me. It happened to my buddy, Todd. He’s got a bar in Marietta. You should go sometime. We gotta club in there, all Whites now, so no worries. It’s called, ‘Lucky’s.’”
“Lucky’s huh? All White? I thought there were laws against that.”
“Laws?” The man guffawed and rolled his eyes. “Fuck that shit, man. The police and government don’t protect us. They only protect the illegals, spics and the niggers. We gotta look out for ourselves, man. We’re on our own. If you’re some liberal retard snowflake, you better wake up.” He chuckled, as if he’d told an amazing joke. “It’s us against them, man.”
“Hmm, I see. Do you have a card or something? Are you a part of some organization?” Aries wiggled his fingers about, encouraging him to produce some form of identification.
“A card? No. I’m not a White supremist. Not a part of an organization or anything like that. I’m just your regular Joe. I’m a White preservationist,” he stated with pride.
“Wow. I’ve never heard that term before.” Aries smiled and the man seemed happy. “You know, that’s a shame what happened at Lucky’s, but—”
“Don’t trust them. They stole everything that wasn’t cemented to the fuckin’ floor.” The man patted his arm. “Do something about it. Get rid of her. I’ll wait. She’s probably in there right now with your best wrench stuck up her pussy to go sell on the corner later, along with her ass, and no doubt got her thumb on speed-dial callin’ her thug boyfriend pimp to come on by and AHHHH! FUCK!” The man stumbled back, holding his nose as blood gushed from it. Aries’ arm shook as his adrenaline soared. His hands were wet… but this time, it wasn’t water. “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” the man sputtered, spitting globs of bloody saliva.
“What the fuck is wrong with me? This ain’t Lucky’s Bar, motherfucker. This is the Ring of Fire Motorcycle and Repair shop, ball sack, and I’m nothing like you. That’s my girlfriend you’re talking shit about, you son of a bitch.” Aries pointed towards the door. “She’s not a