Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Not since she had. My wife had quieted those demons. Soothed them. Healed me.
But the road was clear at this hour. I was friendly with the local law in these parts. And my brother needed me.
So I rode hell for leather.
Vice had been there for me. I would damn well be there for him.
I could feel the vibrations increasing in my legs as I pushed forward. The road was dark but they made room for me as I closed in on them. And then I was inside, in the center of the herd. I felt them close ranks behind me.
There was something about riding in a group that made my heart sing. We were all outsiders. But when we banded together, we were a force to be reckoned with.
If this were the Wild West, and we were on horses instead of machines, whoever saw us coming would be quaking in their boots. Literally anybody.
Even the Russian fucking mafia.
We were an army.
I hadn’t been as active in the past few years. Not since I met the love of my life and started a family. Not to mention that I was more of an Untouchable than I was a Hell Raiser, not that I wore their patch. Not yet.
But for some damned reason, the club I’d joined in a quest for justice and revenge seemed unwilling to let me go.
And this feeling of being a part of something, of riding to the rescue, well, it was hard to match. No matter how much I enjoyed building my real estate empire or fiddling around with the stock market. The only thing better than this was being with my gorgeous woman and our family.
So I rode. And I didn’t quit.
There wasn’t any chatter on the road but I exchanged nods with Cain, Mason, and a few of the others. Then I saw Cain hold up his fist. He waited for everyone to notice, then opened and closed it three times.
Fifteen miles.
He did it again a little while later. But only twice.
Ten miles.
Then again at five miles.
We took a U turn en masse and slowed down to a near crawl. We all knew this was risky AF. None of us cared. There wasn’t much traffic at this time of night and even if there had been, we would have found a way to pull this off.
We didn’t have a choice.
My heart was hammering in my chest as the SUV appeared in my side view mirror. There was nothing behind them. Nothing we could see.
Vice must have driven like a wild man to accomplish that. He was being followed by some seriously dangerous characters. They would not have let him get too far ahead without a fight. We made an opening and he rode to the head of the swarm, then just beyond it.
And stopped.
Game time, I thought to myself as the thrum of a souped up engine headed towards us from behind. The bad guys were close. We had seconds, if that.
I closed my eyes and said a little prayer, wishing that Preacher was with us. He was a pain in the ass, but he was our pain in the ass. And he sincerely loved the big man upstairs, even if he’d had a few quarrels with him over the years.
That man seemed to have a direct line to God’s ear.
With any luck, we would, too.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Anastasia
“Run!”
We had barely screeched to a halt when Vice was out the door and running around the car to grab my hand. I was nearly knocked off my feet by his sheer strength as we ran back down the highway into the hoard of bikers.
And that’s what it was. A hoard. Not unlike something I had read about in history books.
A viking hoard surrounded us. Luckily for us they were on our side. I half expected to see someone wielding a sword or battle axe.
Big, burly men in leather stared at me from every direction. With their beards, long hair, and grizzled features, they really did look like vikings. They weren’t exactly friendly, but they weren’t threatening either. They looked tense. Focused.
I could tell instantly that they were there for Vice. That he was one of them. That they would lay down their lives for him.
I could feel it.
Vice stopped and swung me onto the back of an empty bike. The movement was so fast I barely heard him say ‘hold on’ over the hum of what sounded like a thousand engines and I was on the seat, straddling the enormous piece of machinery. He put a helmet on my head, fastened it, and jumped in front of me. Then with a loud roar and a heavy rumble, we were off.
I felt myself almost slide backwards before he reached back and grabbed me. I wrapped my arms around him. I had been completely unprepared. We rode past the SUV as someone else slammed the door and drove off. I saw that there were two guys in the car, so it looked like us. I knew from talking to Vice before hand that they heavily armed. They would ditch the SUV at a rest stop after fifty miles heading the wrong direction, before they got picked up by some of the guys who would be riding flank.