Page 113 of Rider Daddies
I feel tires leave the ground as the car starts to topple, Tristan’s side of the car meeting hard earth.
Upon impact, more glass shatters, raining down like hail to cut into Tristan’s face. He roars with pain and I know it’s going to be a sound that haunts me for the rest of my life…
That’sifI actually make it out of here.
The inflated airbag cushions my cheek, but it also renders the rest of my body useless.
I can’t fucking move.
Better yet, I have yetanothershard of glass lodged into my skin somewhere. I don’t know where.
All I can do now is sit and wait for the bikers to rescue me from the vehicle.
But part of me feels comfortable here.
Tristan’s howling sounds so far away, like it’s coming from another planet. It’s a horrendous sound that should have me on high alert, but I feel like I’m floating, too in my own world to care.
The more I think about what just happened, the more it hurts.
But as each second passes by, I start to feel less of the hurt. It fades until I can’t feel it anymore, like my pain receptors have been cut out.
Everything feels peaceful. My head feels like it’s in a brace. It’s unable to move by itself, but that’s not a bad thing. Through the sunroof, I see a starry sky. The stars fill each corner, glittering like pretty little sequins. It almost feels like I’m up there in the sky with them.
It’s like I’m levitating.
Like I’m a star myself, gliding through the boundaries of time and space at my own leisure.
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“She’s unresponsive.”
My chest explodes with pain.
I look at Ryder, who still has two fingers pressed to Lucia’s pulse. “But she’s alive?”
“Yeah.” I’ve never heard his voice shake this much before. “Unconscious, though.”
Willow takes her phone from her jacket, frantically tapping at the screen. Bits of snot are stringing down from both of her nostrils, almost reaching her phone. She’s given up on the sniffling and has resorted to compulsive crying.
I thought the sobbing was bad before.
But this is something else.
“What are you doing?” That’s the first thing that has come out of Ash’s mouth since the crash. The question is directed at Willow, but he’s not even looking at her. “Willow?”
“What do you fucking think?” She presses the phone to her ear but her hands are shaking so much that she’s bound to drop the device. “Calling for an ambulance.”
I hate how much blood is trickling down Lucia’s face. Her eyes are wide open, vacant, staring at the sky like she wants to be up there.
A lump forms in my throat, my jaw aching. I lose control and let the tears fall as I stare at her gorgeous face. Even unconscious, dripping in blood, she’s a sight.
Ryder presses his hand to Lucia’s side of the vehicle as if to keep himself upright. He stares at our sleeping beauty like he, too, is in a world of his own.
Right now would be a damn good time for the Kiss of Life to be real.
Ash is standing yards away from the car. It’s dark and his face is in shadow, but I can almost feel the weight that his gaze is carrying, like the past is happening all over again.
