Page 49 of Ghost

Chaos follows me aswe weave through traffic, and I curse myself for not sending Luna back to the clubhouse the second she walked through the doors of Sapphire Rise. Worse, I curse myself for not being the one to take her there myself.

At least then, I’d know she’s safe with me.

Venom might do everything he can, but he’s still proving himself to the club. He’s not patched, and after Reyes worked behind our backs as a double agent, I don’t trust anyone who hasn’t pledged their undying loyalty.

Besides, even if Venom is one of us, he won’t risk absolutely everything. She’s not a member, and she’s not my old lady.

I’d be her shield. Her safety. I’d do what I swore when I dragged her into this. I’d protect her.

My tires hum against the pavement, and I focus on the vibrations running through my hands. I push aside mydoubt and focus on what I can control at this moment. I cut through traffic with ease because being on my bike is the one place where the world makes sense, and I let the city lights blur as I fly by.

I focus on the cool air tickling the back of my neck as we make our way out of the heart of the city, and my only thought is closing the distance between me and Luna.

Part of me wishes Venom had stayed in a more populated area until we could catch up with him, but the other side of me is grateful there’s nothing holding me back.

Taillights come into view ahead, and if this goes down, nothing will stop me from putting a bullet in their heads.

Out here, we answer to nothing but dirt and sagebrush. No judgment. No witnesses.

The roar of engines gets louder as we eat up the distance between us and the three motorcycles ahead. Chaos pulls to my side, and we fan out, taking up both sides of the road. No one’s coming, and no one will. It’s late, and the only people on this stretch of pavement are those with the Twisted Kings.

The van is still in the right lane, with two motorcycles on its tail, while one slowly inches to the driver’s side.

I glance over at Chaos, and he points to the one on the left. He’ll take care of that one while I figure out the other two.

Reaching behind me, I pull my gun out of my holster and take aim at one of the two men following behind the van. If Legacy were here, he’d aim for the tires and send them rolling in the dirt, but I don’t have as good of a shot as he does, so I aim for center body mass.

No survivors.

No mercy.

The second before I pull the trigger, the Iron Sinner looks back, changing the angle so I clip him in the shoulder. The hit makes him swerve, but it doesn’t take him down.

He reaches for his gun, and I pull the trigger again, getting him in the back this time. It sends him rolling. He flips so many times there’s no way he’ll survive it.

One down.

Two to go.

Venom weaves the van, forcing the Iron Sinner, who is trying to creep up to his side, to pull back. Chaos seizes the opportunity, getting on his tail. He comes up beside the Iron Sinner and aims his gun, but right before he pulls the trigger, the Iron Sinner slows, and Chaos’s bullet hits the back of the van.

Venom slams on the brakes, and the van comes to a stop, while Chaos continues to follow the Iron Sinner trying to escape.

I stick with the last biker tailing Venom and Luna. He pulls to a stop and aims his gun at me.

If I were smart, I’d get behind the cover of the van. But then a bullet might hit Luna, and I can’t risk it. So I recklessly drive straight at him, hoping he has shit aim and calls chicken before we collide.

At the last second, he steps to the side to avoid getting hit by my bike.

He tumbles to the ground, and I slam on the brakes, hopping off. Before he can find his bearings or reload, I storm over to him and kick his helmet so hard it cracks.

His gun falls to his side as I grab the bottom of his helmet, shoving him to his knees. I force him to look up at me, but when his body sags, I notice a pool of red forming beneath his cut.

He’s been hit.

I pull off his helmet, but his body slumps to the ground, and empty eyes stare up at me. Another dead Iron Sinner is always a good thing, but the dead can’t talk, and right now, I need answers.

“Fuck.” I dig his phone out of his pocket so I can hack it later.

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