Page 177 of Blood & Throttle
I draw the blade from my belt and jam it straight into his chest as I walk past—grip tight, twist cruel. He drops like a sack of meat, gurgling on the blood flooding his lungs.
“Riders, take your positions!”one of theannouncers shouts, voice cracking over the system.“Final Gauntlet is about to begin!”
I don’t stop.
I don’t fucking blink.
Let the cameras roll. Let them all see.
Death’s already riding and I’m the motherfucking Reaper come to collect.
I pull my helmet from the seat and shove it on, locking the visor into place. The HUD syncs. The comms crackle.
“Bishop. Luca. Ghost, you copy?”
“We’ve got you,” Bishop snaps back, voice razor sharp. “We’re already moving. We’ll cover you.”
Good.
Family.
I reach my bike and throw a leg over her, engine humming like it’s ready to tear someone’s throat out.
“Ghost, location,” I snarl. “Now.”
“I’ve got coordinates pinging,” he says. “Sending to your HUD. Off-grid building. Northwest edge of Deadmoor, right outside the Syndicate zone. No signage. No patrols logged but she’s there.”
The GPS paints a blood-red line across my display.
Perfect.
I grip the throttle but another Syndicate handler lunges toward me, weapon raised.
Before I can even react—
BANG.
The fucker’s skull erupts mid-step. He hits the ground hard, blood painting the pavement.
I glance over.
Luca lowers his pistol, calm as ever.
“Go get our girl,” he mutters.
I nod and twist the throttle.
The bike screams to life, and I launch into the chaos like a bullet fired from hell’s own barrel.
I don’t care about the countdown.
I don’t care about the fucking crowd.
All I care about isher. And if she’s not breathing when I get there—I’ll burn this whole fucking district to the ground and piss on the ashes.
“How much fucking further?”I growl into the comms, every muscle in my body coiled tight.
“Take a left up ahead,” Ghost snaps. “Cut through the underpass then two blocks straight. Grey building on the corner. Smashed windows. You can’t miss it.”
