Page 49 of Hell on an Angel
“Great job.” Cree leaned up, pulled out his phone, and shot Eros a message about the pile-up and detour. He told him they’d meet him in Renfrew.”
The brother would see the message when he stopped for gas. Patting Kennedy’s leg, he shifted the bike into gear and started the arduous task of getting over to the side of the road. After ten minutes of trying, Kennedy tapped him on the shoulder. When he looked back, she signalled she was getting off the bike. “What the fuck are you doing?” he yelled at her.
Kennedy ignored Cree’s yelling. She was tired of asshole drivers. Stepping in front of the car next to them, she held them up so Cree could cut in front of them. Seeing a gap in front of a car in the next lane one car up, she jogged up in front of it and kept it from moving.
Cree rode the bike between the cars and cut through the openings that Kennedy made for him. When he hit the small shoulder, she climbed back on, tapped his shoulder, and dropped her visor down. He didn’t have to see her face to know she was pleased with herself. They’d talk about her putting her life in danger at the next stop.
When they stopped for a break, Cree received a message from Eros telling him to look for him at the Tim Hortons off the highway between Renfrew and the TCH. The idea of a longer break with something hot to drink sounded good to them.
It was smooth sailing all the way to Renfrew. There was traffic but nothing that held them up. Just steady moving traffic, which was expected. Kennedy leaned against Cree’s back, turning her head so her helmet wouldn’t bump his. She felt his hand drop to her leg. It was his way of comforting her, and she appreciated it. When she heard the downshift of gears, she leaned back. “Thank god,” she mumbled, seeing the bright red and white neon sign that read ‘Tim Hortons’.
Her ass was killing her, her hip was barking at her, and she’d had to pee for the last hour.
When Cree backed into a spot next to another bike, Kennedy could barely get off the bike due to having to pee so bad. Her bladder was so tight, it pained her to move. Gritting her teeth, she managed to walk quickly inside. As soon as Cree waved to a guy sitting in the far corner, she darted off to the ladies’ room.
Cree watched Kennedy make a beeline for the bathroom and couldn’t blame her. He also needed to take a piss, but that would have to wait a few minutes longer. Walking to the back area of the coffee shop, he greeted the other nomad. “Nakota! It’s fucking good to see you, my brother.”
Eros nodded. “It’s been too long.” Clapping hands with Cree, he pulled the brother in for a hug.
“Give me a minute to hit the head and we’ll talk for a few before getting back on the road,” Cree told Eros before heading to the bathroom. He passed Kennedy as she came out. “Get in line, why don’t you, iskwew.”
“Headed that way. What do you want?”
“Coffee, black, and anything they have to eat will work.”
“You got it.” Kennedy smiled as Cree kissed her quick before ducking into the men’s room.
Standing in line, Kennedy sensed someone step up behind her and wanted to look back but didn’t dare. Then a deep voice spoke to her. “Are you Running Wolf’s woman?”
Easing her head to the side, Kennedy looked behind her and saw the guy Cree had waved to when they entered the store. Turning around, she gave him a smile. “Eros?”
“That would be me.”
Sticking out her hand, she shook his when he accepted it. “Kennedy, and yes, I am.”
“Nice to meet you, Kennedy.” Eros pointed for her to move up to the counter.
“Can I get one large coffee, black, a fully loaded French vanilla cafe mocha, chicken salad croissant, and a turkey bacon club.” She gave the server a wide smile then added a soup to the order. “Eros, what would you like?” she asked Cree’s friend.
“Umm,” Eros scanned the menu quickly, “give me a large caramel latte supreme and an angus steak and cheese sandwich.”
“Did you get all that, miss?” Kennedy asked nicely at seeing the young woman looking at Eros with goo-goo eyes.
“Got it,” the girl said as she snapped out of it. Kennedy fought the laugh that was bubbling up. Handing her credit card over, she was surprised when Eros snatched it back and handed the girl his card instead.
“I don’t let women pay when they’re with me,” he told the girl behind the counter and added a wink for good measure. Eros didn’t miss the head shake from Kennedy. Moving back, he took the receipt and waited with her.
As he stood there with the couple, Eros could see the fatigue setting in on Cree. With both storms baring down on them, he knew he couldn’t outrun either one and changed his plans. “I think I’ll make the run to Montreal with you two. I’ve been meaning to get over to the clubhouse to appease Teller.”
“The company would be great,” Cree told Eros.
They sat around longer than they should have. As they headed out for the bikes, Eros put out an SOS for anyone willing to escort them from Renfrew into Old Town.
Knowing it was late on Christmas Eve, Eros wasn’t expecting anyone to answer the call. Getting back on the highway, he was surprised as bikes filed off exits to ride with them.
Cree looked over at Eros as they rode side-by-side. Eros gave him a thumbs up, letting him know he’d sent out the call.
Every rider, independent and support club members, who knew and respected Eros came to assist them. They ran intervals between exits and onramps. When one left them, a new one or more would pick them up. When they arrived in Old Town, the last of the escorts waved them off, leaving them to finish the trip on their own.
