Page 52 of Tattooed Love

“I will be coming to a halt in a few seconds.” I glanced at the gray car; they were happy crawling alongside. I spoke seriously into the phone. “Cole, I have a feeling I’m not going to be here long once I stop.”

I gulped slightly, not liking the idea of facing off with whoever it was, with no gun or back up. I was still a girl after all; it’s not like I could overpower a guy. Sure, I could give him a few good punches, but that was about it.

“We’re coming.”

“What, how did you get the others up?”

Cole ignored my question “As soon as the car stops, run.”

I knew that was what I’d have to do; I wasn’t going to sit here and wait for them to come and get me out of the car. But I wasn’t exactly in top shape at the moment; I mean my body was great but my fitness level, not so much.

“Cole!” I exclaimed.

I heard the roar of a motorbike. “We’re coming Amber.” His voice was stern and I heard how pissed off he was. I didn’t envy these guys when my brothers found them. They would be ticked off enough just for being dragged out of bed.

The phone died, and nerves began to bubble in my stomach. I exhaled sharply; it was time to focus. The boys would still be a bit off, even with their crazy riding.

The Hummer was squealing as there was no rubber left on the tire. Time to run like there was no tomorrow. I forced the steering wheel to turn as I went in the direction of a footpath, a park just behind it. The Hummer was barely rolling as I pushed open my door and launched myself out of it.

I heard the Hummer crash into a tree that lined the footpath, but I didn’t look back as my feet hit the pavement, jumping over a bench and darting into the park. I was already out of breath.

Cole

The motorbikes roared as we sped down the highway. Our usual formation lost as I took lead next to Troy. Our formation, rules and politics of riding forgotten, we all fled down the highway.

The street was now in view. My grip tightened around the bars; Amber was in deep shit.

Jax took off in front of us, and he turned sharply down Grant Street. We swung around everything in our way, as we all ripped up Grant Street.

Our fatigue now forgotten, our bodies clicked into overdrive; we had rage fueling us.

Spotting Amber’s Hummer, we slowed down. Slammed into a tree, the motor was still running when we pulled up to it.

“Where is she?” Adam yelled over the roar of the bikes. The driver’s door was hanging open and the car was riddled with bullets.

A gray car was parked behind it, all four doors hanging open. Four doors, four people, which meant four blokes, were chasing Amber.

Grinding my teeth, I stated matter of factly, “We need to find her.”

Troy’s eyes were narrow as he looked the car over. “You know whose this is?” he snapped in our direction, half in rage, half disgust.

My lips tightened in a firm line; of course I knew who was responsible.

Jax ripped up the curb with his bike and took off through the park, not waiting for us to confirm a plan of action. We all knew that Amber was in deep trouble and it was our fault; we were responsible for this.

Revving my bike, I took off after him, and I heard the boys follow. Amber would have to be close. Tearing through the park, I came to a stop next to Jax as we reached the corner. He nodded his head in the direction of an alley, and we tore off down the narrow path but the bikes were too bulky, so Jax screeched his to a sudden halt, yanked the key, and shot off down the path on foot.

I ran after Jax,pulling the gun out of the back of my jeans.

Jax was a good few feet ahead of me. Our feet echoed through the alley, and I could hear Jax curse out loud.

He came to a sudden halt, and I practically ran into his back. I looked around and my stomach dropped. There Amber was, on the ground, leaning against the wall, her head in her hands.

She was breathing heavily.Jax kneeled down beside her; I had never seen him so gentle towards a girl before. It’s not like he was violent or anything; he usually just didn’t care enough.

The rest of the boys came up shortly behind me. I moved back slightly so they could look around me.

“Amber,” Jax said, trying to get her to look up, but part of me didn’t want to see the damage they had done to her.

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