AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“How much longer until we reach the restaurant?” That damn nervous thread is winding up my spine again.
“We’re almost there. So as I was asking, what the hell has been bothering you, Brin? You’re acting weird.”
Unable to focus on her question, I curl my fingers over the handle on the door, my body bracing because of the speed she keeps picking up.
“I mean it, Ames. Slow down.”
“But then those fucking bikes will get close again.”
Panic is short-circuiting my thoughts, my stress level so far through the roof that my head is pounding. “Please.”
She glances at me again, but I feel the car begin to slow. The digital speedometer shows that we’re close to the legal speed limit again when the bikes get close enough to ride the back of the car.
“See? Those bikers won’t get off the back bumper. They get any closer and they might as well climb on the car.”
I can’t think past the panic anymore. The world is closing in on me. Every problem I’m having is combining into a powerful toxin that’s poisoning my veins and clouding my judgment.
“Just let them pass, Ames. Slow down more so they go around us.”
It’s not my intention to snap at her, but I can’t take anymore. Not with my car gone. Not with my dad missing. Not with some group of assholes out to get me. Not with any of it.
One more thing and I’m going to break.
That’s all there is to it.
“Oh, they’re going around us.”
Relief trickles into the toxic stew in my veins, my muscles relaxing just a little bit to hear the bike engines grow louder as they move into the oncoming traffic lane to go around us.
Just as they pull up to be parallel with the car, Ames slams her hand on the car’s horn.
“Holy shit,” she screams.
I turn my head to look out the front windshield just in time to see the car that was approaching us from a distance veer into our lane to avoid the bikes in his.
Except for the grassy field that runs along our right side, there’s nowhere else for us to go to avoid a collision.
Shane
The silver Mercedes veers right into the empty field a touch earlier than it needed to. At the speed we were all traveling and the distance between us, they had at least another six hundred feet before a collision would have occurred.
Not that I’m complaining. The job is done, and their car slows to halt while bouncing along small ruts in the grass, dust kicking up from their tires.
Damon and Ezra slow their bikes to a stop, both kicking the stands into place after climbing off. They rush the car before I pull to the shoulder of the road to park.
I wait until they’ve pulled the driver out of the Mercedes, put a cloth bag over her head and hold her in place before I climb out.
With their helmets still on, she wouldn’t have seen their faces and won’t be able to identify them. And by hanging back until they had her in place, she couldn’t see my face either.
In a few seconds, we’ll have Brinley again, and her friend will only be able to describe two bikes she saw and maybe the car. Thankfully, we’re all driving what Priest could loan us from the shop and not our own. There’s no part of this that can be used to identify us.
This was as easy as I’d hoped it would be.
But then again, I thought that last time I dealt with Brinley. I’ll be sure to be more careful with her this time.
Having her in place isn’t the hard part, though. Getting her in my car will be.
I stretch my neck back and forth as I approach, my stare laser focused on the inside of the Mercedes. Brinley hasn’t attempted to get out to help her friend.
