Page 78 of Sweet Anarchy

"Ry, are you on your way?" he asks, his voice a little uneasy.

"We might have a slight problem."

Asher pauses for a second. "What problem?"

"Put me on speaker," I tell him, my hand brushing the side to make sure my seat belt is definitely clicked in.

"Okay, you're on speaker," I hear Asher say, the audio changing as he sounds more in the background now.

I take a breath. "I'm near Kennedy Street, where the industrial warehouses are. I'm surrounded by Norsemen."

I'm quite surprised at how calm I am, despite my heart pounding in my chest. For a moment, no one says anything. Suddenly, all four of them launch into speech, yelling down the phone at me.

There seems to be a bit of a scuffle as Blake suddenly has the phone to his mouth.

"What's happening? I'm contacting Bill now. Chuck – get Mack on the phone too."

"They have me surrounded. There's … six of them," I say, counting. "Jimmy is here. I'm not sure who else. They are all wearing plain leather jackets."

Blake curses, the sound of them all rushing around. "We're coming. Others are coming. Don't move."

I twitch as Jimmy revs his bike before swinging his leg over as he climbs off. "That… might be a little hard. They are about to walk over."

"Don't do anything stupid!" Asher roars. "Get in the fucking Jeep," he snaps at someone.

"I know what I need to do," I say calmly, hearing the Jeep's engine come to life. "I'm going to head your way. Tell the Rebels and Nomads."

I grip the steering wheel, raising an eyebrow as Jimmy smirks. He recognized the car, no doubt from the other day.

Flashbacks of the car accident shoot through my mind, but I push them aside.

I'm not going to let that happen again. This time, they don't get to own my fear.

"Whatever you are thinking of doing, don't!" Asher barks at me.

I ignore him, tilting my head up at Jimmy as he gets closer.

"Game fucking on."

I smash my foot into the gas pedal, the Aston Martin blasting to life as the wheels spin. I nearly burst out laughing as Jimmy's face drops, his feet stumbling as he quickly dives out of the way of my speeding car.

I race past him, the sound of bikes revving behind me as they give chase.

"What the fuck is happening?" Blake yells.

"I have Mack on speaker," Chuck says, and faintly in the background, I can hear another voice.

I slide around a corner as I rip out of the industrial area, speeding through a red light. The bikes behind me dodge around cars, not letting up.

"I'm heading towards Queen Street now," I tell them, my knuckles white as I grip the wheel tightly.

"You're doing good, baby," Zayn says warmly, making me smile. Trust him to be the cool headed one, right now.

The bikes gain on me quickly, moving to both sides of the car. I don't glance at them for even a second, focused on the road ahead.

"We need to get them away from the main streets," I mutter, noticing pedestrians walking around, looking at us in confusion and bewilderment.

"Rylee, no!" Asher yells.

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