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Just as I’m about to hit the throttle, a hand stretches over, hitting the killswitch. I could easily turn it back on, but the distance of the bikes…
If this is my fate, then I’ll gladly take it to ensure the others are safe.
But I’m not going down without a fight.
As the rumbles grow closer and closer, I have to fight my hands from turning the bike back on. Flipping my visor, my eyes meet Tornado’s as he stares at me.
“Why?” I ask, pulling off my other glove. His throat bobs, his swallow audible.
“I’m sorry, Leather.” Nodding, we continue to sit in silence.
There’s so much I want to scream at him. Sorry is an excuse for people who aren’t thinking through their actions, and it’s far too late to go back on. Sorry isn’t needed for people who are intentional in their actions. Maybe that’s plenty of reason for me to forgive him, the fact that he’s not able to own his actions.
Who the fuck am I kidding? I’ll never forgive him.
We wait with bated breath as a group of five guys roll into the lot. My three are long gone, hopefully on their way back to the club and listening to my direct order. Since Tornado didn’t take off after them, I can only assume I’m the person they want.
“Why?” I snap, this time using more force behind the question.
“Misled circumstances.” He says something else but the mufflers roaring with life barrel toward us at an alarmingly fast rate. Neither Tornado nor I move out of the way.
We’re both watching. Waiting.
“I promise if I had more time…” Turning to look at him, he almost looks guilty. Almost. There’s absolutely more to it than he’s leading on. It’s just a travesty that they won’t be alive to see it.
“You should have thought about that before agreeing to whatever plan this is,” I scoff. Arms crossing over my chest, my breasts get shoved between each other and create a bit of a distraction for him.
Boys. Not even men.
The first guy finally stops in front of us, his chopper a deep shade of orange with flames painted on his exhaust pipes. Wracking my brain, I try to figure out where I know a design like that. It’s so familiar, yet it’s such a distant memory.
Four others tail behind him, shoving their kickstands to the ground and standing at their full height. Tornado shuffles off his own, his gloved hand reaching out to shake the hand of the first guy who has yet to unveil himself.
“What the fuck is going on?” I ask, pretending to be absolutely fed up. In reality, taking on five guys, not including Tornado, it’s going to be near impossible. Especially when my gun is under my jacket and would be far too obvious to grab.
A deep, gravelly chuckle escapes the first man. Ice burns in my veins as my blood suddenly freezes.
There’s no fucking way…
“Blaine, or should I call you Leather?” He laughs, unclipping his helmet. It doesn’t take long for him to unceremoniously take it off, but it doesn’t make my panic any less real. “It’s been far too long, don’t you think?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Knuckles
Iwouldn’t say it was fear that I saw on Leather’s face, but it was resolution and conviction. Whatever they told her on the phone, she immediately knew that something was up. It was like a light bulb had gone off in her head, and she immediately knew what to do. Once she stopped, there was no doubt in my mind that she was going to try and cut them off for the rest of us. I don’t know if it was something on her face that tipped me off or if I just know her that well, but I knew she wasn’t going to let us stay there with her. She’s the lead executioner for a reason, one that will take a bullet and laugh it off, as long as it means she’s saving those around her.
Unluckily for her, I don’t always do things the way she wants me to. I refuse to leave her to the wolves, I just need a second to catch my breath.
“We need to stop down the road and form a plan,” I inform the others, getting uncomfortable silence from their ends. I don’t wait for them to determine if they are going to follow or not. They know their role.
“Hey man, she made a clear order to-”
“Who is in charge right now?” I bark, merging onto an exit ramp. “Where is she right now and where are you? Is she here?”
“Well, it would be you because she’s not here, but-”
“I don’t want to hear it, dude. She’s not here right now. Yes, she gave a direct order, and I will deal with the consequences if there are any. What’s one of the motto’s for the club, Bear?”
