Just endure it. They scare you

“Keep your hands to yourself,” you say and try to get free, “I don’t want any trouble and I’m sure you too.”

“Trouble?” the Latino in front of you laughs, “was that a threat? You are not going to cause us any trouble, right?”

“I …” you mumble but the Latino in front of you takes a step closer, so you are almost squeezed between the two guys.

“That’s what I thought,” the Latino in front of you says and his hand moves to your ass, “a juicy ass you have. Do you train it regularly?”

You don’t answer and it wouldn’t matter. They are stronger then you and you are afraid they could become really violent when you do anything against them. The Latino behind you is focused on massaging your tits while his friend in front of you is only interested in your soft ass. You are quite sure they would have stopped fondling you and go over to something more violent. But to your luck the door suddenly opens and Eric enters the shop. He sees you immediately and his eyes sharpen angry.

“Miguel, Pascal what the fuck are you doing?” Eric asks angry, “you are fucking late. Like always. What do you think the boss will do when you fuck up another delivery because you **** a stranger? I can tell you. He will order one of his thugs to beat you to pulp. And if the stranger is one of the big bosses VIPs you will not even survive until hospital.”

“Eric, what are you doing here?” the Latino guy in front of you asks surprised, “are you guarding this girl? We didn’t knew she is a VIP.”

“I don’t care and I hardly believe your boss will,” Eric says sharp, “pay your stuff, drive off and pray to whatever god you believe in that your lieutenant in charge is not pissed enough to find out you took a break while already being late.”

“We … well we better head off,” the Latino in front of you agrees suddenly very shy.

Immediately the two guys run out of the shop. The trucker, who is still sitting in the corner shakes his head amused.

“Fuckers,” Eric mumbles angry and gives you a short look, “are you alright? I didn’t knew these guys are in here. I guess I have to stay much closer to you then I thought. Is the coffee here good?”

“I couldn’t taste it jet, thanks to these … men,” you answer and look shy to the ground, “how do you know them?”

“Pathetic little smugglers, who work for one of your fathers’ men,” Eric answers, “dangerous only for themselves and people who … cannot protect themselves. Clearly not important enough to cause you any more trouble.”

When you get out of the shop, the two Latinos and two of the transporters are gone. You decide to sit on the front seat next to Eric for the rest of the drive. But to know he has to invest even more time and work to keep you safe, has clearly not improved his opinion about you. You spent the rest of the journey in awkward silence, until you reach the border of the town.