Page 83 of Gang of Roses: Rebel

“I’ll live.”

“Bullshit,” she snapped. “Soon as we get back, I’m stitching your ass up.”

I laughed despite the pain. “You volunteering?”

“Hell no. I’m making Kash do it.”

“The fuck I am,” Kash shot back. “She can cry to Crow”

“I don’t cry.”

“The hell you don’t,” Dice laughed.

Even with police on our asses and millions of dollars behind us, we still found a reason to clown each other. That’s who we were. Then red and blue lights flooded the street behind us.

“Damn,” Dice muttered. “These niggas serious.”

I looked in my mirror. “They gaining.”

“They ain’t catching shit,” Kash replied confidently. “Stay tight.”

Without another word, the three of us tucked lower over our handlebars and twisted our throttles harder. Our motorcycles screamed as we picked up speed. The lead cruiser tried to squeeze between Kash and Dice.

“Watch this,” Dice grinned.

Without panicking, she yanked her handlebars just enough to close the gap. The cruiser had no choice but to slam on its brakes before clipping her rear tire.

“Dumbass,” she laughed.

“Kash, left!” I shouted.

“I see it.”

A delivery truck suddenly pulled into the intersection, but while most people would’ve slammed on the brakes, we didn’t. Kash leaned first, squeezing through the narrow opening between the truck and a parked SUV. I trusted her with my life, so I didn’t hesitate to lean right behind her. Dice followed close behind me, barely clearing the truck’s bumper by a few inches.

“Shit!” she laughed. “That was fun!”

“You need help,” I said.

“I’ve been needing help.”

Behind us, tires screeched. One of the cruisers couldn’t make the same move. It clipped the truck’s bumper before spinning into the middle of the intersection.

“One down,” Kash said calmly.

The celebration didn’t last long.

“More coming,” I warned after looking in my mirror.

Three more cruisers had joined the chase.

“They called for backup,” Dice groaned.

“I’d call for backup too if three fine-ass women just robbed a bank,” Kash joked.

Despite everything, we burst out laughing. That was us. We could be staring death in the face and still find something to laugh about. After another twenty minutes of weaving through back roads, abandoned neighborhoods, and streets only people from Magnolia Valley knew existed, the flashing blue lights finally disappeared from our mirrors.

“I think we lost ‘em,” Dice said, finally easing off the throttle.