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“We can’t just leave them all here!” she exclaims.

“That’s exactly what we’re gonna do,” I say. When she seems like she’s about to argue with me, I simply pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, ignoring her protests, I stride over to my bike. “Get on,” I order, handing her a helmet.

She pouts but does as she’s told, and we tear off. In my rearview mirrors, I can see the guys arming themselves and two of the bikes from the Demon Riders MC break away from the rest to follow us.

Shit. I was really hoping they wouldn’t do that. They’re clearly there for Brewer and us. But if I can get away, I can call in back up, so I suspected this might happen.

“Hold on tight,” I tell Skye, and she wraps her arms even tighter around me as I speed off.

We tear along the backroads with the Demon Riders close on our tails, normally I’d go faster, even swerve and try to throw the others off us, but with Skye on the back, I don’t want to risk it. But the bikes behind are getting closer and closer, causing me to increase my speed, not wanting to risk them ramming into us or coming up alongside. Fuck knows what these crazy bastards want but no way am I letting them hurt Skye. Luckily, the roads here are more or less deserted, that’s why I took this route, but even still, we encounter a few trucks.

All of a sudden, I see that we’re rapidly gaining on a truck in front of us. On the opposite side of the road is an eighteen-wheeler. If we slow down, the guys chasing us will get the upper hand and possibly try to run us off the road, I’ve got no choice but to do something crazy. I’ve only got seconds to swerve around the truck before the eighteen-wheeler passes it on the other side, the road isn’t wide enough to ride between the two. If I don’t make it, we’re dead. But if I don’t try, we might be too. Using every ounce of my skill and courage I speed up, pushing my bike to the max as our followers do the same. But, when they realize what’s about to happen, their confidence wanes and I see one of them apply his breaks, falling back. With just inches to spare, we overtake the truck as the gust of wind from the speeding eighteen-wheeler barely misses us. The sound of his horn blaring is deafening.

I don’t look back to see the fate of the man stupid enough to try to follow behind us. But I know he must be dead, you don’t survive a wreck like that. The Demon Riders will no doubt want payback for this. But I can’t think about that now.

I keep blazing along, only starting to slow my speed slightly when I can see nothing in my rearview mirrors. We’ve lost them. I loop around, taking a longer route just in case we’re still being tailed from a distance before finally riding to the safe house.

When I turn the engine off, Skye shows no sign of releasing the tight grip she has on me.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” I say, trying to hide the shakiness from my own voice, I don’t want her to know how close of a call that truly was.

I haven’t known Skye long, but already I feel like I’d kill to protect her.

I realize something else then.

I just did.

Chapter 14

Buzz

Ilet Skye sit on the bike still and calm down for a moment, knowing full well the adrenaline spike she must be feeling. Eventually, her arms loosen, and I get off, helping her too. Her legs are shaking, and I pull the helmet off her head. Her big blue eyes gaze up at me but the look in her eyes isn’t terror, anger, or even hatred like I anticipated. She looks… trusting. Sure, there’s a little bit of fear mixed with euphoria in them, a standard reaction to so much adrenaline and speed, but overall, she looks like she’d trust me to do it all again.

“You…” she stammers, uncertain what to say.

“I’m sorry, I know that was crazy and reckless and we could have died, but I had no choice,” I explain.

She shakes her head, “No. I mean, yes, it was all of those things, but I know you had no choice. You saved us!” she replies in awe.

I look at her in surprise, “I thought you’d be mad at me,” I admit.

“Well… I am mad at you for making me leave… but I’m not mad at you for how you rode then. Those guys clearly were trying to run us off the road. Should we go back for the others? Are they okay?” she asks worriedly with no concern for herself and how close to death she just came.

Wow. She really is something else.

“Skye, I’m trying to keep us alive, remember. If I take you back, the only people who might kill us are Angel and Brewer,” I respond with a small smile.

She nods but her brow is still furrowed with concern for them.

“They’ll be fine, I promise. Come on, let’s get inside and wait for them,” I say.

She nods, taking my elbow and allowing me to help her inside on shaky legs. The house is an old timber and stone ranch house in a secluded area, as far as the eye can see there’s nothing but nature, the arid yet beautiful landscape framed by distant hills. Skye looks around as we enter. The place is simple yet tastefully decorated with wooden floors, a comfortable sofa and chairs, and a big fireplace in the living area. The kitchen has a large wooden dining table big enough to fit eight people and a country-style kitchen space. Upstairs, there are five rooms. There are plenty of emergency supplies should anyone need to come here in a hurry, or for any members who bring family and friends here for a vacation.

“Take a seat,” I tell Skye, gesturing to the sofa, “I’ll fix us something to drink. Think we could use something strong after that.”

When I return, a bottle of whiskey and two tumblers with ice in hand, Skye is curled up on the sofa with a checkered blanket wrapped around her. The shock is no doubt setting in.

“Here,” I say, handing her a drink.

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