Page 52 of Double Edged Hearts
Let him come for me. Let him come. They have my girl, and I’m not going to let them take her.
I jump the bike over a park bench as I ride over the greenery and ride on the pavements and through the park. It’s quicker, so I’m taking it. I turn onto Main Street two minutes later, and where I am is clear, but I can see the traffic ahead in the lanes heading out to the suburbs.
“Alex, they’re on the move. If you can take a right a hundred meters ahead, then a left, you’ll be closer. There’s a freight train coming. If you can get them near it so they’re forced to stop, then you got a shot of getting her,” Number Four explains.
“I’ll take the shot.” I’ll fucking try it even if it kills me. All those crazy stunts I’ve done need to help me today.
These fuckers aren’t getting away.
I see the van. It’s up ahead with a few other cars.
I push the speed limit and go past one fifty. The roar of the motorcycle vibrates through me and buzzes through my brain.
The driver sees me coming and does a double take. He recognizes me.Motherfucker… all of them will feel my wrath today.
I pull my gun and fire a shot that makes them turn the corner and go down the road I want them to take. It will lead to the train tracks.
“The train will be there in one minute, Alex.”
A bullet whizzes past me. I dodge it.
Fuck, another comes, and I have to jump the bike.
I fire a shot, and they continue exactly to where I need them to be. I can hear the train coming. They can too. I ride closer, forcing them to drive where I want them to go.
The train approaches, and it starts going down the track. The van slows to a stop as the train passes by, and the men jump out.
Good for me, bad for them.
I stop the bike and jump off, shooting the first two men who come at me straight in their heads. Blood splatters everywhere. Another two come, and I get them. One is inside, but he’s been hit. Next to him sits Cora, bound and gagged, crying and screaming.
Police sirens fill the street. I pull my knife from my back pocket and cut the ropes off her. When I take the gag off her mouth, she bursts into more tears and throws her arms around me.
“Baby, I got you. Come, let’s go.”
“Alex… you’re here,” she cries.
“Come, doll, we’ve got to get out of here.” I help her out of the van, and we both get on the bike.
As we take off, a plan forms in my mind as well as a million fears.
I’m alone now.
I don’t have the guys anymore.
I broke the brotherhood just by coming here and saving my girl.
We both have targets on our backs now.
* * *
She’s holding on to me tight.
The grip of her arms around my waist is firm, but she’s shaking.
The tremor of her body pressed against my back vibrates through me, and I pray she holds on.
I’ve never ridden with her like this. No helmet. Nothing to protect her if we have an accident. I’m worried even though the worst of the problem is behind us.
