Chapter Twenty #2
He pulls out another twenty-dollar bill before getting off the bike and following me inside the store.
I take my helmet off, carrying it in my hand, but he doesn’t, he just flips the visor up and goes to the register.
I walk to the beverages as I overhear him pay for some gas.
He then exits the store, leaving one else in here but me and the cashier.
Instead of getting a bottle of water I grab two sodas and go to pay for it.
When I get to the register a guy enters the store.
He looks me up and down with an odd frown on his face, like the sight of me leaves a bad taste in his mouth. I ignore him and pay for my items before walking back to the pump we parked at. Wraith is leaning against his bike as he lets the pump fill the tank.
“I bought you a soda.” I state, handing the bottle to him.
“Awe, look who thought about me.” he says.
Although his visor is down again I can still hear the smile in his tone. I smile.
“Whatever.”
He chuckles before handing the bottle back to me.
“I should have brought a backpack.” He says.
I take the soda back and place it in the bag before I snap open my own bottle and take a sip.
“It’s fine, I can just hold it until you’re thirsty.”
He lifts his helmet off his head and snatches my soda, bringing it to his lips.
“Hey, you have your own.” I state.
“I know, but it’s not yours.” He says. “Yours tastes better.”
“It’s the same soda.” I argue.
“No it’s not.” He says. “Yours has your taste on it, mine doesn’t.”
I feel the tip of my ears heat along with cheeks. He takes another swig before handing it back to me. With my eyes never leaving his I take it back and put the cap on before placing it in the bag with his. I look at the bike as lightening lights up the sky.
“So... what kind of motorcycle is this?” I ask.
“Custom made Sports Motorcycle.” He responds. “The only one of its kind.”
“Hence custom.” I say, running my fingertips along it. “Is it registered? I don’t want to go to jail for riding on a motorcycle that isn’t registered.”
Wraith snorts.
“You don’t think I can beat a cop?” he asks, feigning offense.
I look at him.
“You may be a hot, badass guy but you’re not invincible.” I state.
He waggles his eyebrows.
“You think I’m a hot, badass guy?” he asks in a teasing tone.
“You know what!?” I joke, stepping up to him.
Our chests whispers against one another’s and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on just a little bit.
“Tell me what, Grey Eyes?” He questions, his raspy voice dropping an octave.
I can’t help but smile and shake my head.
“Out of all of that, that’s what you got?” I ask.
“No, I know I’m not invincible, but I know what I can overcome and a cop is one of those things... for the most part.” He shrugs. “And it’s not registered... yet. But it will be when I get a chance to do so, just have to behave like a good boy when the cops are around.”
I step away from him and let my fingers continue to trace the bike.
They get to the gangs symbol and begin to trace the gorgeous dark angel.
But then my attention travels to the creepy looking man I saw inside the store.
He’s leaning on a pump two pumps down watching me with a creepy look in his eye. I freeze as we stare at each other.
His eyes are yellow and he has medium length, thin hair, wearing a typical black leather jacket and he looks.
.. Mexican. My heart plumets as my mind goes to all the worst-case scenarios, this man killing me, hurting Wraith, blowing up the gas station, stalking me.
My mind even went to the thought of him raping me before Wraith’s voice brings me back to the present.
“Grey Eyes!”
Blinking I look up at him.
“Yeah?” I respond.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “I lost you there for a second.”
“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” I say, my eyes drifting to the man who is still staring at me. “Did you need me to do something?”
“Yeah, I was asking if you could pass me the squeegee.”
“Oh yeah sure.”
Shaking the man from my thoughts, thinking positive thoughts, like maybe I’m just tired and he’s just a figment of my imagination, I grab the squeegee.
I hand it to Wraith and he begins to clean his visor with it.
I go back to looking at the man but he’s no longer looking at us, he’s filling his old, vintage car up with gas or looks to be, pretending can sometimes go a long way, especially when committing crimes in public.
I jump when soapy water makes contact with my skin and Wraith’s laugh enters my ears.
“You asshole!” I shove him and he steps back from my push.
“Don’t worry about him, you’ve got your big boy here to protect you.” Wraith smiles, gesturing to the man. “Besides, he’s probably just admiring what a beautiful human being you are.”
Wraith pulls the gas pump out of his tank and places it back in its rightful spot. He then grabs the helmet that dangles on my fingertips and places it on my head.
“Let’s go.” He says. “Before I have to kill that man for looking at you with the stank eye.”
All the humor has left his voice with that statement, I can feel his coldness in the threat as he hops on the bike.
I get behind him and Wraith takes off. For some reason I don’t think that statement was a figure of speech, I think Wraith was serious about murdering the guy.
We continue our trip to particularly nowhere in the rain when I notice a car behind us.
It’s kind of hard to miss it when we only see a car every two to three miles.
Besides who is up driving around like us at this hour of the night?
“Wraith, do you see that car?” I ask.
He looks in the rearview mirror.
“I do now.” He replies, turning a corner.
The car follows suit and chills of terror run up and down my spinal cord.
“Has it been following us? I was kind of in a zone.” Wraith says.
I nod before realizing he can’t see me so I say,
“Yeah, I think it’s the guy from the gas station.”
Wraith groans before speeding ahead, breaking so many fucking laws. I look at the speedometer and see he’s going over one hundred and sixteen miles. The wind vibrates against my skin as the rain races against it while the city passes by in a blur.
“Hold on tight, Grey Eyes!” he shouts over the loudness of the wind, rain, and motorcycle.
I obey him and nearly squeeze him with all my might.
He tucks himself on the bike with me on his back and goes even faster.
I’d look back to see if the car is following us still but I’m afraid with the force of the wind I might snap my neck, and I’d like to make it to see the next sunrise thank you very much.
But my curiosity is finally put to a stop when I hear a shot being fired at us!
“Shit, that motherfucker is dead!” Wraith declares.
I’m starting to think we should have just stayed at the cabin like everyone else. Wraith slows down, slightly and reaches into his joggers where he pulls out a pocket pistol. More shots from the car are fired but with each shot they miss... barely.
“Fucking amateur.” Wraith shakes his head.
Speeding ahead a few hundred yards Wraith maneuvers the motorcycle, making it look like the bike is ice skating on the road, turning around before abruptly hitting the breaks.
The back end of the bike tips up into the air, crushing me against his back as he holds the gun out and fires at the car multiple times.
As if in slow motion the bullets exits the barrel, flies through the car’s windshield, and punctures the mans chest, right in his head, heart, and neck.
As I watch the bullets fly into the man’s body I recognize it as the man from the gas station.
The bike goes back down and we watch the car drive off into an abandoned building.
Instantly the car and building go up in flames.
“Shit.” I mumble as I watch the flames dance.
A thought occurs to me.
“Won’t this be in the media?” I ask. “Won’t this bring attention to you and your family when you’re trying to lay low?”
“No.” he says.
“I drove us to a place with no city security cameras, plus this side of the city is pretty much abandoned.” He replies. “The police won’t be able to track us, I’m smarter than that.”
“Right.” I say, my eyes never leaving the dancing flames.
“Well... I think it’s best we go back to the cabin.” Wraith says, taking off, leaving the man’s corpse to burn in the car.