Chapter Four #2
“It’s good he’s not racing.” Frani says.
“He most likely just came to get boned.” I state.
Frani shrugs. “I won’t put it past him, but it won’t be surprising if he goes home with no action.”
“That’s true.” I say.
Frani and I walk to the street and watch the motorcycles zoom by. One of them is smoking.
“The green and white one is messed up.” I state.
“Yeah, if he doesn’t get off the street and attend to the bike he could risk blowing up.” Frani states.
Like clockwork the bike goes up in flames. The biker is able to save himself and isn’t injured but I can’t say the same about the bike. A group of people rush over to him to see if he’s alright.
“Wow what a waste of a beauty.” I mumble as I watch the flames eat at the bike.
Frani snorts. “You care more about the bike than the rider?”
She’s looking up at me with a smirk on her face. I shrug innocently.
“I saw that the rider is okay, that’s enough for me.” I say simply.
“Come on let’s go get me checked in.” Frani says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to a table with two scrawny tattooed guys.
“Hey pretty lady, how can we help you?” the one with black hair and black earrings says.
He obviously checks Frani out and my lips curl in disgust. I stand behind her protectively and the guy looks at me and smiles politely. I am very well aware of the fact that Frani can handle her own but having backup never hurt anyone.
“I’m here to register in the race.” She says.
The guy slides a clipboard over to Frani.
“Fill this out and we shall get you registered.” He says, looking directly at me.
I resist the urge to smirk as Frani takes the clipboard and walks over to the bonfire to take a seat.
“Thanks for that.” She says.
I immediately know what she’s talking about.
“Are you armed?” I ask.
She nods. “But I don’t need weapons to protect myself, remember dad taught me self-defense, which is crucial in our world.”
“Yeah, but we’re still family I wouldn’t forgive myself if anything happened to you.” I state.
After all she did accept me as her brother the minute I walked into her home when we were eight and she’s been my best friend ever since. I may not have a soft spot for many people on this earth but I do care about those close to me, Frani and Fritzi being two of those people.
“Awe, is that your way of saying you love me?” she teases me.
I playfully push her and smile. “Fuck off.”
Fritzi comes back with three Gin and Tonics in his hand.
“Fritzi, how are you carrying three drinks without struggling?” Frani asks.
He smiles cheekily. “I have my ways cousin.” He says, sitting down next to me.
He reaches over me to hand Frani a drink but she refuses it.
“I have to be able to ride.” She shakes her head.
“More for me!” Fritzi says, curling his arm back to himself and taking a sip of the drink. “Ahh, so good!”
I roll my eyes and take a drink and sip some.
He’s not lying, it is good but I’m not going to voice it aloud.
Soon Frani is finished with the worksheet and she hands it back to the scrawny guys.
Now we are just waiting for her turn to race.
We wait and watch other bikers race and what started as a small bet between Fritzi, Frani, and I turned into a bet with most of the crowd.
Each race we all bet our money on who will win or who will have some type of difficulty with their bikes.
So far Frani is the richest of us all. I’ve won some bets but I’m not betting every single time either.
“Hey, bet with us on this one!” Fritzi taps my shoulder before pointing at the bikes starting at the finish line.
I examine them. They both look pretty good and I’m banking on their win either being a tie or a close call.
“I bet they’re going to either tie or it’s going to be a close call.” I say.
“Pick one.” Fritzi says.
“Close call, twenty dollars.” I say.
“Deal, anyone else?” Fritzi asks the crowd.
Murmurs go around the crowd,
“He has a good eye.”
“He knows his bikes.”
“He’s been winning most of his bets.”
After the hushed conversations about my examination of the bikes people take their vote right before the bikes take off.
Fritzi decides to go against me and he’s hoping I lose this bet.
We watch them go around the road that is sectioned off to be a track and they are neck to neck.
I smirk as one of them gets ahead of the other.
They turn, about to hit the finish line and it feels as if everyone is holding their breaths.
I’m not, I’m confident in my examination.
When the bikes hit the finish line the bike who won had barely made it and those who betted against me pay up.
I smirk as I happily pocket the money I’ve earned.
Not long after it’s Frani’s turn. Since no other female had the guts to ride a bike or just wanted to sit still and look pretty so they can get laid tonight Frani has to go against a male, which she was more than thrilled about.
You couldn’t slap the grin off her face even if you stabbed her.
She happily trotted to retrieve her bike before riding it to the track.
Fritzi and I walk over to her and I hand her a bottle of water I retrieved from the table with the beverages while she was going to get her bike.
“Drink, I’m sure you’re going to need it.” I state. “I haven’t seen you inhale anything since lunch today.”
She takes the bottle and pops open the cap.
“If I win, will you treat me to dinner?” she asks, her feet swaying from the side of her bike as if she’s a little girl.
I look at her smile and smirk myself.
“Yeah, I’ll take you home and make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.” I said.
She smacks her lips before smacking my arm.
“Asshole!” she says before taking a sip of water.
“Hey, you’re lucky to have this asshole in your corner to help you succeed.” I say, taking the bottle and top from her.
I cap it as she settles herself atop of her bike. Her competition pulls up beside her and he smiles creepily at her. He’s around our age, bald, with tattoos covering his head. He even has demonic tattoos around his eyes.
“Pity, he feels so little of himself he has to tattoo such things on his body.” Fritzi whispers for Frani and me to hear.
Frani giggles.
“I can’t wait for him to eat my dust.” She remarks.
“Hey, sweetie, maybe you should back out now so you won’t go crying to your boyfriend when you lose like a little bitch!” her opponent said.
The fuck did he just say? My hands curl up into fists and I step forward but Frani places a palm on my chest, stopping me.
“I’m sorry but you’d have to be pretty tough to make me cry.” Frani said before looking him up and down. “And I don’t see nothing more than a broken little boy with parental issues and a shattered ego.”
Fritzi nearly chokes on his drink and I try to hide my smirk. The guy on the other hand grinds his molars. He makes a smart move and says nothing else before he drives up to the starting line, not even bothering to put on a helmet, bad mistake. I’d tell him... but I’d have to care for him to do so.
“Those with feathered wings soar higher than those who got their wings through fire.” I whisper in her ear. I pull up my shirt and turn so my back is exposed, showing the dark angel tattoo. “Let your dark angel fly, Neon.”
Frani grabs her neon marbled helmet from her lap and places it on her head as I let my shirt down. She leaves the visor up and looks at Fritzi and I.
“Time to spread my wings boys.” She says before flipping her visor down.
She then drives up to the starting line.
“There’s no question whose side we’re on?” Fritzi asks as we walk closer to the crowd.
“Damn straight, Neon is our vote.” I growl.
My eyes are fixed on her opponent. He’s burning a hole on the side of Frani’s helmet with his eyes. If he does anything to hurt my sister he is as good as dead.
“Hey, relax, she’s got this in the bag.” Fritzi says.
“I’m not worried she won’t win.” I state. “Something is off about the motherfucker she’s racing.”
“It’s nothing she can’t handle.” Fritzi says. “But if he steps out of line we got him.”
I smile deviously at Fritzi as the race begins. The race starts off neck to neck. At times Frani is ahead then she falls back and the fucker is ahead. I watch their every move as they turn the corner which gives Frani the opportunity to get ahead of him. I clap and cheer for her.
I can tell the guy isn’t happy and I mean can you blame him; Frani was right, he has a shattered ego and he’s letting it get the best of him.
He better hope and pray he doesn’t let his emotions get the best of him because I can guarantee he won’t like the consequences of his actions.
My lips curl as he catches up to her but that’s not why I’m beginning to be on edge.
He’s close to Frani, too fucking close for my liking as they ride side by side.
Frani picks up on his closeness as well and picks up speed but he mirrors her, not letting her breathe.
“Son of a bitch!” I curse.
“Wow, wow, wow, hey it looks like he’s trying to make her crash.” Fritzi says, stepping forward.
The motherfucker swerves his bike on purpose trying to hit Frani but since she’s aware of him and his actions she breaks a little, causing her to fall back.
Darkness clouds my mind and vision. I want to rip this guys head off, starting by ripping his mouth apart.
The guy slows as if he’s waiting for Frani to catch up to him.
“Yo, what the fuck is this guy doing?” Fritzi shouts.
By the expression on his face I can tell he’s starting to feel the same way I am.
Frani catches up to him and he reaches for her.
She swerves a little, trying to get his hands off her and as if on autopilot I walk closer to the track and grab my gun from my thigh holster.
I’m about to cock it when Fritzi places a hand on my shoulder.
“Down boy, we can’t make such a bloody scene in front of witnesses.” He says in a low tone.