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Maybe it’s my declaration of the unfairness of the world.
Whatever the reason, it comes from deep within my soul. Never before has such an emotional sound escaped the body of a woman.
Which is probably the reason why I don’t feel my bike tilt until it’s too late. My tire must have hit a pot hole causing the wheel to jerk. I grab the handlebars and try to straighten my bike but it’s of no use. I’m going too fast.
Resigned to fate’s retribution, I shut my eyes, embracing the impending consequences. The bike’s rear lurches upward in an attempt to unseat me, yet I cling on tenaciously, defying gravity momentarily. Despite my resilience, the flip’s force prevails. Like a weightless feather, my body is launched into the air, my grip on the handlebars slipping away.
Agony courses through my body upon impact, the ground proving an unforgiving landing surface. Despite my efforts, I can’t seem to move—I’m trapped, unable to draw even a single breath.
Gradually, my ability to perceive sound slips away, leaving me in silence. However, on the horizon, a beacon of light emerges. Its brilliance, a radiant orb, appears to rush toward me, only to halt suddenly. Within moments, a pair of black boots, much like what my father wears, materializes before me, as if bidding a somber farewell.
Call it poetic justice if you will. But those boots send me right back to the safety of the Phantom’s fortress. To love and happiness. To safety. To my family.
With the last bit of strength I possess, I close my eyes and pray that the Lord gives my family strength to get through my death.
Chapter Two
Viper
“Blaze, call Ghost and tell him to clear out the clubhouse,” I order my Sargent at Arms. “I need Venom to be clear-headed when we get there. Tell him Doc needs to be in control.”
“On it,” Blaze says, pulling out his phone.
I look down at the sweet angel lying unconscious on the road. Blood pours from her head but I don’t panic. Head wounds always bleed more severely than other wounds.
I should know. I’ve made a few people bleed in my time.
“Venom would like for me to inform you that you know that’s not how it works but he will try his best.”
Strangely, it takes a lot of self-control not to lose my shit on my brother. I know he can’t tell Doc what to do. I know that it isn’t really up to him to decide if Doc is in control. But, for some strange reason, getting this angel to Doc as quickly as possible is the most important thing to me right now.
“Pull him down off his high horse, Venom,” I shout through the rain so that he can hear me through Blaze’s phone. “Tell him I need him and he needs to be ready in ten minutes.”
I reach down and gently pull this angel into my arms. She’s breathing, but it’s unsteady.
“Check her bike for any personal belongings,” I say. “Pull it to the side of the road. We’ll come back and deal with it later.”
Walking to my bike, I take a minute to try and figure out how to hold this unconscious female against my body while trying to drive through the storm.
“I’ll hold her until you get on,” Blaze says. “Then we can place her against your chest and tie her to you using this sweater I found in her bag. It’s not the best or safest plan, but it’ll have to do.”
I hesitate slightly before handing the stranger to Blaze and straddling my bike.
“Turn her to where she’s sitting backward,” I say. “I’ll be able to control the turns that way without fear of her falling.”
It takes a couple of minutes but we manage to get the angel secure enough for a quick trip back to the clubhouse.
The woman moans as I start the bike and I can do nothing else but grip the back of her head with one of my hands.
“Hang in there, little one,” I say. “Everything is going to be alright.”
As we journeyed back to the clubhouse, I found myself replaying her crash in my mind. She had been moving far too fast to be on a bike in the middle of a storm. In an instant, her headlight had been hurtling toward us at breakneck speed, only to start somersaulting before ultimately colliding with the ground.
Why wasn’t she wearing a damn helmet?
It takes longer than I would have liked to make it back to the clubhouse. The storm is in full force making it hard to see and I didn’t want my angel to slip from my grip.
“Doc, you better be ready,” I shout the second I turn my bike off.
