Chapter One
Wheels
The taillights of Goldie’s car cut through the darkness like two glowing red eyes in front of me.I’d been staring at them for the better part of thirty damn minutes.
“Jesus Christ,” Nugget muttered through the comm in my helmet.“Does she ever slow down?”
“Nope.”
The woman drove like the devil himself was riding shotgun.Which, considering the circumstances, maybe he was.
The roar of our Harleys filled the empty Wisconsin highway as we tore through the night.Trees blurred past on either side of us.The cool air whipped at my cut and rattled against my helmet.
Half an hour ago, we’d caught sight of her.
Half an hour ago, I’d thought we’d be pulling her over within five minutes.
Instead, she’d spent the last thirty minutes taking every back road, county road, and side road she could find.
I couldn’t even be mad about it.
The woman had shown up at the clubhouse looking like she’d seen a ghost, shoved an envelope into my chest, told us to get the hell out of Madison, and then someone started shooting at us.That tended to make a person a little cautious.
“You see anything?”I asked.
Nugget glanced in his mirrors before shaking his head.
“No headlights.”
“Me either.”
That was good because I’d spent the entire ride watching our mirrors, side roads, intersections, and for the SUV that had already taken shots at the clubhouse.
Nothing.
Either we were clear, or whoever was after Goldie was a hell of a lot better than I thought.Neither option sat great with me.
The road curved ahead, and Goldie took it too fast.Her tires drifted toward the shoulder before correcting.“Easy,” I muttered.
The woman was running on adrenaline, and eventually that shit ran out.
And when it did, people made mistakes.
I rolled on the throttle and my bike surged forward.The familiar vibration settled through my body as I pulled alongside Nugget.“We’re doing this.”
“Took you long enough.”
I laughed, then twisted the throttle harder and the engine roared beneath me.The distance between Goldie and us started shrinking.
Fast.
The speedometer climbed.
Seventy.
Seventy-five.
Eighty.
