Page 154 of Road to Redemption

As she released her grip on Isaac’s hair, Spencer spit in his face. “Fucking pathetic.”

The files had been in the public’s hand for a little over an hour now. News outlets would be reporting on the revelations while covering the disaster at his wedding.

They wouldn’t be able to sweep his crimes under the rug, not this time.

And maybe it would make what we planned to do next forgivable.

Leo helped me off the boat, lifting my hips and placing me on the dock next to Spencer. Standing with my arms crossed, I watched Dom move.

Dom sliced Isaac free from the boat’s railing, swiftly replacing the zip ties with new ones.

“My daughter, the company, I’ll leave it all to you. I promise. It’s your legacy.” Isaac’s eyes were wide as Dom hauled him off the boat and onto the wood dock.

The offer made Dom rip a laugh. Kneeling over him, Dom pressed her knee into his chest and gripped his jaw. “It’s already mine.”

Her blue eyes met mine, a passion burning in them as she smiled. “And hers.”

“No… no!” Isaac started to scream.

But before he could beg for more, Dom and Leo hauled him toward the four bikes waiting on the dirt path just ahead. A long chain extended off the back of Dom’s Brabus.

Waiting in the afternoon sun, The Gray Ghost was ready for another ride. I was nervous to drive her on the open road all by myself. Even during our mission, I’d ridden a smaller, sports bike. Today of all days, I’d have to take my father’s motorcycle for a solo ride.

Isaac’s yelps interrupted my worrying, his body thrashing as Dom and Leo tied him to the long chain. Seeing him tied up like that, my chest grew tight.

We are really doing this.

Spencer passed me my helmet, helping me onto the Ghost. “You okay? You can ride mine if you need.”

Looking down at the bike, the chrome shimmering in the sun, I shook my head. “No, I’ll do it.” My dad needed to be with us. I wanted Justice for him just as badly as I wanted it for myself.

With one nod, Spencer walked to her Suzuki. The Violence must have moved their bikes from the Manor and drove them here because the Ducati was also waiting for Leo.

Once we were all saddled up, I turned my ignition key. The Fat Boy roared to life, a deep rumble vibrating my entire body. I pulled off my heels, tucking them into the saddle bag behind me before revving the engine.

Dom looked down at her dad before mounting her own bike. “Don’t try to run. You’ll just hurt yourself worse.”

But as soon as she released her grip on him and hopped on the Brabus, Isaac rose from the ground and tried to run.

Nodding to all of us, Dom revved her engine and threw the bike into drive. Hurtling forward, the bike dragged the short chain. Isaac collapsed to the ground, forced to follow behind Dom’s pitch-black bike while his tux jacket scraped the asphalt.

Despite how slow Dom was driving, Isaac was screaming bloody murder. The road would be burning into his skin, even through the layers of clothing on his body.

I followed behind Dom, keeping my pace slow and Spencer zipped ahead and led the charge.

I could smell the fabric melting into the road as Dom slowly accelerated.

His wailing would have led us to believe he was being maimed. But he wasn’t, not yet.

Driving down long, winding roads, Dom avoided the highway. She wanted Isaac to survive — to see where we were taking him before we brought him to Justice. But as we drove, the roads became more familiar to me.

We were heading to Valemont.

My brow furrowed as my head turned to look at Leo. But she just nodded, we were going the right way.

I trusted these three with my life — clearly. I’d follow them down any road.

I took the corners slowly, aware of just how heavy the Gray Ghost was. I wasn’t an expert and certainly not the anticipated size to drive such a hulking bike.