Leaving Baton Rouge wasn't a decision that had taken Harley long to make.  She'd spent just about as much time in that city as she could stand.  She hadn't even bothered to shut off her v-twin when she stopped by the diner to tell Vera goodbye.  Vera had been more like an acquaintance than a mother for most of Harley's life.  They hugged awkwardly, and Vera handed her a sack full of sandwiches.  After that, Harley put her tailpipe to Louisiana and never looked back.  

Survival, you see, is all about knowledge.  Harley had pretty much raised herself, and she had a fair amount of knowledge about life- even at a young age.  One thing she knew for sure was this:  to get where you need to go in this life, you have to be damn sure of where you came from.  Harley knew some of that, but not everything.  She knew her mom, and she knew where she was raised.  She knew how to fix bikes, and she knew how to fight- but those things sure didn't come from her mom.  The best she could figure, the survival skills had to come from her dad, whoever he was.  When Baton Rouge had exhausted its usefulness in her life, Harley decided that it was time to track down the final piece of that puzzle.  She had a name and a city- that was all she needed.

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Dusk was beginning to settle over New York City when she finally came rumbling through the streets.  Somewhere along the New Jersey Turnpike, she detected the faint smell of oil.  She'd been riding for days, and it was probably time for an oil change- and some sleep.  The city was enormous- unlike anything Harley had ever seen.  Fortunately, it didn't take her long to find a parts store.  She slowed the bike to a stop by the curb at the edge of an alley beside the shop.  The low growl of the engine echoed through the empty alleyway before she shut it down.  Dropping the keys into a pocket of her jacket, she strolled into the shop.  The stares from the men inside didn't phase her as she scanned the aisles for what she needed.  There was a grease ball eyeing her from behind the counter, and she barely regarded him as she placed her purchases beside the register.  

"You sure you know what to do with those things, little lady?"  He cracked, lazily adjusting himself beneath his pants.

"Probably better than you know what to do with that thing." She retorted sourly, pulling her wallet from the inner pocket of her jacket.  That shut him up, and the transaction was quickly completed.  Harley retrieved a cigarette and perched it between her lips as she walked out of the store.  Just as she ducked her head to light it, she heard the crashing sound of glass shattering to the asphalt.  Looking up, she saw a fat man roll backwards from the storefront window of the building beside her, followed closely by a tall, muscular man with long hair and a determined look in his eyes.  The fat man tried to crawl a few paces ahead to get away- right toward her bike.

"Oh, hell no-"

Harley dropped the unlit cigarette and started for the bike just as two more men came running from the building.  That's where the brawl began.

Obviously friends of the quivering sack of shit on the ground, the two guys headed straight for the muscular one.  With a little grin, Harley figured she'd help even the odds.  She needed a stretch after the long ride, anyway.  In a flash, she was between her bike and the fat guy.  He looked up at her, confused, and was immediately met by the underside of her boot.  She felt his nose collapse under the arch of her foot.  When he reached up to grab his nose, she reached down and grabbed his hair.  Her knee met his forehead, and he barely had time to groan before he fell back, unconscious, to the pavement.

"You just stay there."  Harley smirked as she jumped back up over the curb to the side of the muscular guy and the two attackers.  She took an offensive stance as they made their move. 

Dalton liked getting His hands dirty, taking care of business Himself rather than sending a lacky, and when He heard the Caruso brothers hadn't kicked up their fair share this week, He jumped at the opportunity to give them a visit. Of course, they tried to put up a fight, which Dalton was more than happy to give them, His muscular 220 lb frame slinging the largest of the brothers through the window into the street.

He was expecting, well, craving a fight. What He was not expecting, was the attractive young woman who had not only dispatched the fat tub of shit He'd thrown through the window, but had also taken up residence beside Him on the sidewalk, her eyes carrying a familiar glint as she readied herself for more action.

His hand shot out and caught the nearest attacker in the throat, crushing his windpipe, making an awful sound as the poor sap gasped and choked for air, and with a slight moment to spare, Dalton shot a glance over His shoulder, noticing the bike the sweet young thing seemed to be guarding. His brow arched slightly as the corner of His lip curled into a cocky grin.

"Nice bike darlin'."

The second attacker was closer to her, so Dalton decided to relax a bit, and see what she had. He was always on the lookout for new talent, and so far, He was enjoying what He saw.

"Thanks.  Rebuilt it myself."

From what she could tell, the man coming at her was only a little bit taller than her.  His weight didn't matter- any man could be thrown off his balance when approached with the right leverage.  Harley drew in a deep breath and crouched down a bit, then launched herself at the attacker.  Her shoulder made direct contact with his midsection.  The look of sheer surprise on the man's face was comical as he fell, splaying to his back hard on the street.  Quickly, Harley pushed herself up and straddled him, laying two hard punches to his face from both directions- the last making an audible, sickening crack as it broke the jaw.  Before getting up, she waited to see if he was going to try and get up.  Sure enough, he tried to push her off of his chest.  Harley just chuckled and shook her head.

"No, you're finished."

With one swift motion, she snapped his neck.  Popping back up, she turned casually back to the gentleman who had complimented her handiwork.  

"It's a '33 V-Twin.  Bought it off the original owner for a song.  All it needed was a little work on the camshaft, a brake job, and a new wiring harness.  Oh, and a paint job.  It was originally orange- not my color."

Reaching back into her jacket pocket, she pulled out another cigarette.  She wasn't oblivious to the way he'd been watching her.  Truth be told, she'd stolen a few glances herself.  He was handsome, but any idiot could see that.  What drew Harley's attention was his commanding presence, and the wicked little glint in his eye.  

Over his shoulder, she spotted another three men rounding the block toward them.  She nodded in their direction.

"Let me guess- not friends of yours?"

Dalton started to turn His head to look over His shoulder when the first bullet ricocheted off that beautiful v-twin, causing Him to pull His gun while spinning to face the new attackers.

"Shit's about to get real."

It wasn't the first time Dalton had been shot at, or even shot, for that matter, and it barely fazed Him anymore. He started to stride towards the group with His trademark cocky swagger, while turning slightly to send a warning in the girl's direction.

"You might wanna take cov....."

His words got cut off mid-sentence as she once again joined at His side, brandishing a colt .45, keeping pace with His as they both fire back at the tight group, watching them scatter and look for cover.

Harley's eyes blazed as the bullet made a metallic ping, putting a dent in the gas tank but not piercing it.  Somebody was going to pay for that. The two drew their weapons almost simultaneously and began firing.  The three men were not unarmed, but clearly unprepared.  As Harley squeezed off her first shot, her target looked confused; even as her bullet implanted itself firmly into his chest.  Harley chuckled, never taking her eyes off the remaining shooters, and called to her comrade.

"It's too easy- they never expect the girl to have a gun."

In the distance, Harley heard the sound of sirens.  The party was coming to an end.

"I don't know about you, but I'm not in the mood to play cops and robbers."

She reached into her jacket and grabbed the keys, then tossed them to him.  It wasn't a long-shot to imagine that a man like this knew how to ride.  They needed a quick escape, and she didn't know the city.  

"Yeah, I'm not too partial to the idea Myself. Let's roll."

Dalton spun on His heel, making a couple quick strides over to the bike while sending another couple shots behind Him. One of the two men dropped like a stone, leaving only one, much more unsure of the odds now and trying to reload his weapon frantically as he watched Dalton and Harley make a swift and loud get-away on the back of that sweet bike.

"I guess it's a good thing I left My bodyguards home today. They are good shots, but their fat asses wouldn't be able to keep up with this bike."

Dalton chuckled as He got the mental image of that, then peeling off into an alley, felt the girls arms warmly wrap around His midsection as the sound of sirens got drowned out by the tailpipes.

Harley was not unfamiliar with the back of her own saddle, and it wasn't a place she minded at all.  She didn't need to hold on, but the situation lent itself as a good excuse to cop a feel.   In fact, as they sped away, she noticed that her view of New York City had improved exponentially. They had made it a few blocks east before she slid her hands from his abs down to rest on the top of his quads.  There didn't seem to be an inch of this guy that wasn't ripped.  Between that, the adrenaline from the brawl, and the familiar vibration coming from the well-worn leather saddle, Harley was on a high.  He guided her bike effortlessly through the streets, hugging curves like a pro as they leaned this way or that.  She could tell that he knew; a good motorcycle is like a good woman.  Handle her right and she'll purr like a kitten.  

A good twenty minutes after they'd made their escape, he rolled the bike to a stop in front of a shady looking building.  The vertical sign pointing toward the door read "Fillmores Hotel and Gentleman's Club."  Harley smirked as he got off the bike, watching and enjoying the unsavory thoughts going through her mind.  

"Seems my night just keeps getting better and better."

When he was clear, she stood and swung her leg over the saddle, then reached over and grabbed her saddlebag.  Slinging it over her shoulder, she took a few quick steps to catch up to him.  

They walked through the doors, then up a short flight of stairs to a simple, dimly-lit lobby.  A similarly shady looking desk clerk glanced up from a newspaper and seemed to immediately recognize the man she was with.  He nodded to him, then gave Harley a long look.  With a grin and a shake of his head, he tossed a key over the counter without a word.  

This wasn't the most high class joint in the world, and they had to make their way up 4 flights of stairs to get to the room. Room 402. It was nothing fancy. Just a bed, a nightstand, and a sink in the wall. Great view of a brick wall outside the window.

Neither of them were paying much attention to the decor though, as clothing was ripped off quickly and the nightstand nearly knocked over in their eagerness to get to the bed.

2 hours later...

Dalton's head was propped up against the headboard, a sheen of sweat glistening from His muscular form. Harley was draped contentedly across His chest, looking amazing in the low candlelight. Good with bikes, guns, and a great lay. This girl had impressed Him so far, but now He wanted to know more about her. Dalton chuckled to Himself while realizing they hadn't even introduced themselves yet.

He trailed His fingers slowly down over the sweet curve of her ass. "So where are you from, girl, and what brings you to Queens?"

Her chin was nestled on her hands, which rested on His broad and rock solid chest.  There were very, very few times that Harley could remember truly feeling like a woman; and even less times that she enjoyed the feeling.  The way this man had handled her young, taut body had been nothing less than mind blowing.  He was older than her, and though she couldn't tell how much, she could give less of a shit.  She shivered slightly, remembering the way His strong hand curled into her loosened hair as He gripped her slender waist with the other.  God, how He had rocked her.  Until He asked, she'd almost forgotten what she was doing so far from home.

"So that's where this is- Queens?  Fancy that."

She cracked a little grin and sat up just a bit on her elbows; her eyes raking over His body, especially admiring the way His long hair laid lazily over His shoulders.  

"I'm from down South- my home was just outside of Baton Rouge, Louisiana."

Her pronunciation was as authentic as it could get, and the name of her home state dripped off her tongue slow and sweet- "Loo-si-ana-" just as soft and mysterious as mist on the bayou.  She knew that accent would stick out like a sore thumb up here.  She hadn't really thought much about how she'd start looking for her father, or who she'd confide in to help her.  Then again, what did she really have to lose? 

"Well, I'm looking for my Dad.  Never met him- all I have is a name and a city.  Just found the city, now all I have to do is track down the name."

Smirking a little, she let a roving hand slide down His abs and back under the sheet.

"But, I might do some more sight seeing before I get too serious."

While looking for places to steal from, hotels were always a good opportunity as you had multiple targets and you would always catch a bit of action when two lovebirds were at it. In through an open window, or creeping as Tes liked to call it was the best way to get any dough and today was a pretty warm one. Up the back stairs Tes managed to find a few scores while starting from the top and working his way down, ensuring his escape by making sure he was ahead of the victim if needed. Most guys would just plunge something into their victim and run, but Tes wasn't keen on jail and right now he was after a low profile.

Tes happened to come across one particular room and noticed a couple as he looked through the window. They were lying all over each other, Tes decided to move on but as he did so he flatulated and the couple instantly looked up and saw him. At first they looked angry but then they gestured for him to come in, the woman removing the sheets slightly to reveal her small breasts and the man doing the same to reveal a flacid and below average penis. Tes reluctantly decided to enter and brushed his hand slightly across his pectoral to ensure the shiv was still there in a hidden pocket in case he needed it.

Neither spoke but both got up and the woman now revealed her whole self and approached Tes, rubbing him where it felt nice.

...47 seconds later and TesleR felt a wave of euphoria and suddenly tired. All of a sudden a nap was of the highest priority and so TesleR decided he would leave and go home to sleep. Shaking the hands of the woman, who gave him a wink and made a gesture with her hands as if to state that he had a massive penis, TesleR smiled and then shook the hand of the man.

"It's been emotional"

...And with that Tes left, thinking all in all it was a fantastic day and that he couldn't wait to donate his days take to his Boss.

Dalton was just about to ask her what name, thinking He might be able to help find her father, but just then something attracted His attention, as He saw just out of the corner of His eye, a man slinking past the window. Dalton motioned to the girl, and slipped out of the bed, grabbing His gun as He approached the window. They got to the window just in time to peek out and see a weird little man slipping into the room next door, which just happened to be the honeymoon suite.

Dalton's eyes narrowed slightly, then He strode over to the small phone-piece that hung by the nightstand, relaying to security that there was an intruder on the premises. Security made their way up to the 4th floor, just in time to catch the little man exiting the honeymoon suite. Dalton smirked as security started to guide the man away in cuffs.

"Thank you boys. That will be all." Dalton thanked them as He prepared to re-enter the room to enjoy the rest of His evening.

"Certainly, Don Dalton. Just call if there is anything else." Security called back as they escorted the dumbfounded peeping tom downstairs, where god only knows what they were preparing to do to him.
 

Harley watched the peculiar scene unfold from her warm spot in the bed, propped up on one elbow as the sheet was draped gently over her still-naked body.  Whoever this man was, He had some pull; this was obvious as a whole slew of security guards showed up at a simple phone call.  The guy at the desk seemed to know Him well, too.  She smirked a bit as she watched Him observing the goings on.  Damn, but was He hot. 

She was just sitting up, reaching to the nightstand for her pack of cigarettes when a name rang like a gong in her ear.

"Certainly, Don Dalton.  Just call if..."

The rest of the statement faded into a swirl in her mind.  "You're hearing shit, Harley.  Seriously."  But as He turned, closing the door behind Him, she looked into His eyes.  Suddenly, it was undeniable.  Her stomach turned to a knot- what the hell was she supposed to say?  They'd just- been- intimate...and He was...

She turned away and lit her cigarette; she couldn't help but start to chuckle.  Shaking her head, she took a long draw off the cigarette and inhaled deeply.  Glancing back over in His direction, she cocked one eyebrow and blew the smoke slowly from her lips.

"Dalton, huh?  Funny, that's my Dad's name."

Not taking her eyes off Him, she settled back against the headboard, placing the cigarette back between her lips.  

As Dalton heard those words His mind raced back through memories of Louisiana, instantly noticing similarities between her and the woman He had been with. Obviously He had not put two and two together till this point, but hey, it wasn't the end of the world, right? This could have happened to anyone.

He chuckled slightly to Himself, shrugging it off and moving close enough to her to pluck the cigarette from her lips, taking a long draw Himself and letting it out slowly as He replied.

"I thought you seemed familiar. How is your mother anyway? It's been, well, about 19 years almost."

It may have felt a little creepy at first, but it was an innocent mistake, and they both shrugged it off and started getting to know each other. There was a lot of time to make up for. Don Dalton had seen her talents first hand, and decided she'd be an incredible asset to His line of work, taking her under His wing and teaching her how to use those talents she had to make profit. Lots of profit. She took to this thing of ours like she was born to it, well...she was in a way.

After hearing the security guards coming, Tes slipped up a floor and hid until they had gone. Funnily enough they had taken an associate of his away who had been eyeing up the couple in the honey moon suite, although innocent, pervy Pete was definitely up to no good. He usually didn't hit the hotels to earn, more to just get his kicks in a bit of voyeurism.

When security had gone, Tes carefully went back down to floor below, hiding beside the window but listening to the conversation unfold in the room from which he had enjoyed himself.

The man and woman in there spoke about family. The woman recognizing that the guy had the same name as her father commented on this, to which the guy responded that he had "knew" her mother.

TesleR was confused and then slowly the cogs ticked into place and he peaked through the window to look again. The pair had similar features, it was undeniable that they were in fact, father and daughter. TesleR shuddered to think what the pair had just done and muttered disapprovingly to himself and could no longer contain himself.

"Do you pair know you have just committed incest?"

Tes winked and walked off into the sunset.

Maria had been dropping off a large delivery of heroin to the chief of security at Fillmores Hotel and Gentlemen's Club. Sure, he paid over the odds - something he could only afford to do off the back of the tips given to him by some of the pathetic specimens of mafiosi that liked to frequent the place but preferred to keep their business there private. Most of those who chose to deal with the kind of woman who'd come back to a place like this had the dignity to at least try to keep it a secret. Holy shit though, the guy was a pain in the arse. 

Narcotics runs had never really been Maria's favorite thing to do, far too much could go wrong. You only had to look at a policeman funny for them to search you and your vehicle these days. And this guy, he was never where he said he'd be when he said he'd be there. It drove her crazy and sadly, today was no exception to his record. When she'd first pulled up in the parking lot, she'd seen a couple - a young girl and a man who appeared to be trying to play the stud at one of the biggest dives in the city - and thought little of it. After waiting a couple more minutes, she lit up a cigarette, pulled the packed holdall onto her shoulder and decided that if the security guard wasn't coming to her, she'd head around the back of the hotel to the security room. Walking in the narrow alleyway between the windows of the rooms and the brick wall that marked the edge of the property, Maria heard the banging of the door and the slightly repulsive sounds of the couple she'd seen entering the hotel "getting down to business."

'Maybe the poor girl fell down and smacked her head against something', she reasoned. That would explain it. 

After reaching the security room, she spent what, as ever, felt like a lifetime hearing the guard explain his absence from their meeting place and insisting she had a cup of tea for her troubles, and the arrangement of the next delivery - which Maria was determined he'd be meeting her somewhere in the city for, not making her trek out to this dive for, since just being near this place made her feel like she needed a damned good shower - she made her excuses, took her money, turned around and left, walking out the way she came in.

Heading past the same window again - wide open - she heard male and female voices in conversation. 'Don Dalton... and his daughter!?'. Maria's eyes widened in shock. Was she supposed to laugh or throw up? And surely, if you were going to come to that realization... you'd do it with the window shut, not for anybody to hear. 

Shaking her head, Maria headed back to the parking lot, got in her car and drove away. 'Just when you thought a person could go no lower', she supposed.