Sweetest Sin (Dutch Van Der Linde Fanfic)

♤ Prologue ♤

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Blackwater ~ 1898 November

Dutch looked up at the sign of a bar it read 7th heaven, it seemed like a new building, he looked intrigued and decided to step inside, noticing Micah at the counter, already harassing another woman

"Sir, if you don't leave like I asked you to I'll be forced to kick you out myself" the woman threatened and John looked at her then Micah still not budging, unfazed by her threat

"Aww, come on doll, I don't bite...hard—"

"Better do as the lady says" John spoke up, with a annoyed tone

"Keep out of this, Marston" Micah said giving him a glare "Can't you see I'm trying to score here?"

The woman almost gagged at the comment in disgust as John shook his head, taking a sip of his drink "She has higher standards than you, the only thing you're gonna score is a broken face, but have it your way, you could use a facial"

Micah glared at him "Very funny, big John" he said condescendingly then looked back at the young woman up and down in a lustful way

"But I always did like spunky women, those are rare" he said, seeing the way she dressed and licked his lips

'What's rare is decency' she thought

The woman's expression immediately went to uncomfortable as she turned her back to him, if there was any customers she hated most it would be people like this man, he gave off a untrusting vibe and he was not polite.

Micah leaned against the table swaying the glass cup in his fingers, when Dutch began to walk over to him

"So...I take it you're also the whore of this place?" Micah assumed, the woman stopped what she was doing and gave the man yet another glare, making the glass cup clunk on the wood counter in aggravation

"Excuse me?"

Dutch suddenly felt anger rise within him as he heard that question and looked at the woman

"You're gonna have to excuse our friend here, miss, he meant nothin" Dutch said as he put a restraining hand on Micah's shoulder and gave him a glare "He's drunk"

Micah gave him a strange look as Dutch pulled him away from the counter and Micah put his hands up in defence "Sure, boss"

The woman glanced between the two men and saw Dutch go near Micah's ear

"Apologize to her now" he said in a low angry voice

"Why should I, you see how she's dressed-"

Micah winced feeling Dutch's hand grip his shoulder more firmly as he frowned his brows

"That does not give you any right to ask, we are not to draw attention to ourselves by harassing the locals even in Blackwater, do it. Now"

Micah glanced back at the woman and rolled his eyes

"I'm ever so sorry, miss"

The woman lowered her eyes slightly in annoyance she could clearly hear the sarcasm in his stupid voice, and knew he didn't mean it in the slightest, but waved him off wanting to not deal with him longer than she had to

"It's fine" she sighed in a low voice, Dutch let go of his shoulder and Micah walked outside of the bar, and out of her sight finally

Good riddance to the jerk