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I press the button for one of the garage doors to open and clear my throat. “Where are we heading?”
Razor’s quick to respond. “Las Parras. It’s thirty minutes away, but we have to ride like our asses are on fire.”
I nod, make sure my gun is loaded and I bring some extra rounds, and then we’re starting up our bikes.
Razor gives me the address and I text Doom and Boulder, who are at the coffee shop with Astra.
One by one we leave the club’s property and make our way to Las Parras.
The ride is much more tense than most I’ve had lately.
The sun blazes against my back, casting long shadows on the asphalt as we tear through the desert.
Dry dust swirls in our wake, tinging the air with an burning taste.
The roar of the engines drowns out anything else and the world narrows.
My only focus is the road ahead, and the way my heart pounds intensely in my chest.
Sweat trickles down my back, soaking through my shirt onto my leather cut, but I don’t notice.
My focus is razor-sharp on getting to that warehouse, to whatever shitstorm awaits us there.
We’re a band of determined riders, spitting gravel and fury, tearing across this barren landscape ready for war.
Astra's face flashes in my mind for a split second—I imagine her worried eyes, that soft hitch in her voice when I told her what I was doing.
There are never any guarantees in situations like this, only hopes and prayers.
I’ve been lucky enough to make it this far in life and I’ll do my best to make sure I get out of this in one piece.
As the group of us speeds up I hear the rumbling of bikes behind us.
Glancing in my mirror, I spot two bikes heading our way and know it’s Doom and Boulder.
Man, they caught up to us fast.
Keeping my focus ahead of me, Astra comes back into my mind.
I remember the feel of her lips on mine, the warmth of her body against me.
I’ve never been the kind of man who’s ever thought about this shit, especially when going into an uncertain situation.
My focus has always been on keeping myself safe, but this time I have someone else to be living for.
An unexpected pang hits me in the gut, the cruel reality of my feelings for her slamming into me like a building being demolished.
I shake it off though.
I don’t have any room for that shit right now.
I have to focus on the shitstorm ahead of us.
Doom and Boulder close their distance in on us and Razor veers off, making a hard right.
We all follow suit and head down a long driveway.
Off in the distance, you can see an older warehouse, maybe built in the 90s.
