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I loved her more than anything and couldn’t lose her again.
A trio of bikers were speeding up on me. I couldn’t make them out, but one pulled a gun and fired. I swerved and weaved down the road, dodging as best I could.
Then another started firing. All of a sudden, all three were shooting at me.
A black van was at the intersection, blocking my escape.
Fuck, I’m a dead man! I’ll never see Ella or Rockson again.
I took out my gun and fired back. I wouldn’t go down without a fight. I hit one motherfucker behind me and nearly bit the dust. I swiftly corrected and weighed my options. I couldn’t go into the ditches. They were too deep, and I’d fly through the air. So I stayed the course and braced myself as I neared the van.
Several men jumped out with semi-automatic rifles. Were they AR-15s or AK-47s? My club didn’t have those kinds of weapons. Who the fuck were those guys? Didn’t matter. I was about to get blown to smithereens.
The firing began. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the burning pain of bullets shredding my body. But it never came.
I opened my eyes and glanced at my rearview mirrors. Both men behind me were down. I attempted to go around the van, but one of my tires lost its grip, and I hit the gravel road.
I flipped with my Harley and went off the edge, into the ditch. It was reminiscent of the crash with my Uncle Keg. Except I wasn’t dead—yet—when I landed face first in a red patch of American pasqueflowers, Ella’s favorite. It would be fucking poetic justice if I died in this spot.
I never told her how she reminded me of the flowers because of her strength and resilience, even more so now. She was a survivor in this harsh, evil world. She was a badass woman… my queen. I would tell her if I got the chance after today.
Fuck, my body hurt.
Boots pounding the ground put me on alert. I didn’t have any means to protect myself. My gun was gone. With my sucky luck, it probably had gone flying in the opposite direction as me.
“Rocky! Are you okay?”
Who was that, and how did they know my name?
Tomcat came into view. Oh fuck yeah, my luck was turning. “Here!” I raised my hand.
“Jesus, I thought you might be dead.” Tomcat assessed my body.
“No way. You think I’d leave my woman so you could have her?”
Tomcat shook his head, smiling. “Sounds like you’re not concussed.”
“Nope, just beat up. Who the fuck were those guys shooting at me?”
“They weren’t aiming for you. They took out two of our crew, the guys sent to kill you. Lemme help you up.”
“Are they friends of yours?” I hissed through the pain and grabbed my side.
“Eh, sort of.” Tomcat put my arm around his neck and hoisted me to my feet. “Any pain? Can you walk?”
“I can walk. Where the fuck have you been all day? I tried calling you.”
“I was at a meeting of sorts.”
“Of sorts? What the fuck does that mean? And with who?”
“Don’t be angry and flip out.”
“Okay, I’m about to flip out.”
A man appeared. Tall with dark hair and a gnarly beard. We were about the same height, the same physique. He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt. “Rocky, are you okay?” he asked.
“Been better.” I grunted as Tomcat helped me out of the ditch and onto the road. “Do I know you?” Thought I should ask since I’d forgotten quite a few people due to the tumor.
