We, as quick as possible, make our way back to the city and as I pass by the house I move into the parking lot, leaving my bike running as I rush past mine and Ella’s cars, into the house.
Ella sits on the couch as Sadie meets me at the door, I’m assuming that she heard me pull into the drive. She kisses me before I even have the door partial closed, but I know it will take the guys a second to get their shit together at the clubhouse.
I kiss her back before I pull away and look down at her. “See, I told you I’d be back.” She nods her head again, trying to blink away the tears that are threatening to come out. “Where are the boys?”
“Mom’s bringing them here. She was already out doing something with them so she’s going to drive out.”
“Okay, I have to go meet the club, but let me know when the boys get here.” I look to her and then past her to Ella, who also nods her head.
“Ro,” Sadie whispers to me as I start to turn around and when I look back at her, her eyes are so large and filled with tears. I can tell by her eyes that she knows what I’m about to do, maybe not exactly, but she knows the gist of what is about to happen.
I can’t help but give her a sad smile, and pull her to me once again, leaning my head back against her I whisper to her. “Sh, keep those thoughts out of your head. I told you; you can’t get rid of me that easily. I’ll be back. She nods her head before I kiss her once again.
Glancing back at Ella, who then nods her head, telling me that without even having to say a word she knows what it is that I’m silently asking her.
Make sure my girl stays sane until I get back.
Within a few moments, I’m pulling up to the clubhouse as the rest of the men stand, waiting for me. I roll my bike into the parking lot, dismounting it quickly, and kick over one of the nondescript, just like the other bikes the rest of my brothers are sitting on.
These are the bikes that you don’t want to see any of us on.
Why?
Because there’s nothing descriptive on them. All black. Helmets completely tinted and blacked out, no cuts. Nothing that someone can describe us with, except for maybe the body type.
It means someone fucking dies tonight.
?
We’re not even coming to a stop at the clubhouse when I see J’s shocked expression, because he fucking knows what it means.
It’s the only thing that we brought over from this club.
He’s already moving over to his bike, kicking over without his helmet, and he peals out of the parking lot. I’m in the front, so I pull the throttle down in an attempt to stay on him. I reach up switching the radio channel on my helmet and shouting at him through it.
“Come on, J!” I shout as he glances back at me. “Let’s just pull over and chat.”And I’ll shoot you in the fucking face.
He doesn’t say anything back… pussy. Not even afuck off, Ro.
I mean, that, at least, would leave him with a little bit of dignity. This is just a cowardice way out of shit. Fuck people over and then run with your tail between your legs.
I slide around the corner, following as close to him as I can with the traffic that we are weaving between. Coming around one of the cars, I see the barrel he’s pointing in my direction as he’s turned nearly completely around, even if his body is still facing forward, and he fires. I slide, nearly laying my bike down, but somehow, I manage to push both the bike and myself back up and righting it. Not really sure how most of that happens, sometimes you just luck out.
I continue to move after him, leaning into curves as I chase him through the city, I’m actually surprised that the fucking cops aren’t on us already, but I’m sure that they look like some sort of cartoon. Only seconds behind us, stopping at the destruction we leave in our wake.
Really the only destruction that I’m causing is because I’m chasing J. He’s creating everything.
Knocking men over, causing cars to crash. I hesitate for moments as I pass to make sure that everyone is relatively okay.
He fucks up when he hits a straight away, because not only is my bike is fucking faster than his. But I’m also a better fucking rider than he is. Always have been. Probably part of the reason why he’s hated me so much.
When we’re almost out of the city, I pull the throttle back I speed up to him, maintaining for a moment, before I pull in front of him.
I know I only have a second in front of him before he pulls the gun out again and I have a second to make my move. I pull on the brake hard and slow down quickly in front of him. Leaving him with only two options to do.
He can either keep going and hit my back tire which will catapult him over me and land on the street in front of me.
OR
