Page 23 of Biker On The Hill
Vance’s name pops into my head and I quickly nip it in the bud.The idiot has caused enough grief and even I have a limit of being nice.Evina has always treated him with the same values and all she received in return from him was misery, and heartache.
I tighten my arms around Abbott’s waist and focus on the rumbling bike underneath us to push away the negativity Vance’s name rises inside me.Taking a deep breath, I start to enjoy the darkness surrounding us for the man I’m holding is my beacon in life.A criminal, a killer, an outlaw who most people would turn and walk away from.
Everyone has different values in life, a stigma, presumptions, expectations.Hands bound, minds locked unless we clear our canvas and simply live our own life.A life to enjoy and focus on ourselves instead of others.
After all the grief it’s time to give it a place in my heart and move forward...with this strong man’s help I can.He has shown me pleasure, joy, tenderness, adoration, and many more emotions which has sparked newfound energy, and willpower in my veins.
After a moment Abbott slows down and I recognize the turn he takes to get home.My house on the hill comes into view when the bike starts to shift underneath us.I have no clue what’s happening, but it’s not good when Abbott curses loud.
The bike goes off the road, through the grass, and smashes half into the white picket fence before it comes to a stop.
I don’t even get to ask what the hell just happened when Abbott growls, “Get behind me,” and is answering his phone.“What?Fuck.Yeah, I guess he is since my bike just blew both tires.Then hurry the fuck up.”
“Who was that?”I whisper when Abbott shoves his phone away and is now palming his gun.
He scans our surroundings.The moon only gives a faint light and there’s not much to see.I glance toward the hill where the house is on and notice the light in the living room.
“That was the sheriff.He’s on his way because he thinks Vance is here.”He reaches out and slides his arm around my waist to pull me close.“We’re going to move into the direction of the house very slowly.”
My heart beats in overtime, pumping my veins full of adrenaline.“Shouldn’t we wait for the sheriff?What if Vance is waiting inside the house?Oh, shit.Are Kevon and Oswin okay?Mina?”
“It’s better if we keep moving and stay quiet,” Abbott whispers.“It’s always harder to hurt a moving target instead of sitting ducks.”
“Jeez, that makes me feel better,” I grumble.
The flashes and sirens break through the dark night as the sheriff comes closer.A harsh scream rips through the air, drawing all our attention to Vance who jumps out from behind a tree.He’s running our way, arms up in the air.
The flashing lights allow me to see his wild, crazy eyes as he keeps screaming his war-cry.In one hand he has a screwdriver and in the other a hammer.Abbott has his gun aimed straight at Vance.
“Stop,” the sheriff bellows.
Vance whips his head back, stumbles, and goes down.He stays down and I suck in a breath at the abrupt stop of the whole insane situation.
“Did he actually come at us with a screwdriver and a hammer?”I ask in disbelief while the sheriff steps closer to Vance.
The sheriff keeps his gun aimed at Vance when he answers my question.“My sister called to let me know her garden shed was open.She thought someone broke in but instead she found stuff that indicated Vance here has been trespassing and was staying there.”
He nudges Vance who rolls over.I gasp, Abbott curses, and the sheriff winces.
“I’m going to need an ambulance,” the sheriff barks into his police radio.
Vance releases another war-cry, shocking all of us when he flashes up and swings the hammer in the sheriff’s direction.Gunshots ring out along with a harsh grunt.Vance falls into the grass once more and this time he stays down.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper.“How can someone trip, fall, and impale himself in the eye?Not to mention, he was still alive while there was a screwdriver in his freaking eye.Tell me, how is that even possible?”
The sheriff hisses as he sits down in the grass.“The thing came out the side of his head so it must not have done enough damage.Shit, the asshole hit my knee.”
Abbott squats down next to the sheriff.“Did the call for the ambulance go through?”
“Yes,” the sheriff grits.
“Good.Stay put and try not to move your leg to prevent more damage.”Abbott glances at the road.“I might need to grab a broom and clear the road of all the damn nails Vance threw on there.Blew both my tires and your patrol car has a flat too.”
The sheriff nods.“Thanks.Backup is on the way.Dammit, this is going to be a long night.First hospital and then handle all the damn paperwork.”
“At least Ryett doesn’t have to look over her shoulder anymore,” Abbott states.
Relief hits me and I quickly divert my eyes, so I don’t have to look at Vance’s body staining the grass red.A shiver hits me and I rub my arms.
