Chapter Twenty-Three #2
I try to look into his visor to see if I can see his eyes but his visor is tinted.
Fuck! Ignoring the tightening of my gut and the suspicions my mind keeps conjuring up I focus on the traffic light.
Looking over at Frani I see her bobbing her head to music, waiting patiently for the light to change which tells me that she isn’t aware of the guy next to me.
That’s okay because I can protect us both by myself and I know she’ll jump in to help if need be.
The light turns green and we all take off, some car behind us honking and cheering us on as if we were racing.
I keep my speed steady while keeping my eye on the green bike.
He falls back and switches lanes so he’s behind Frani.
Once he’s behind her he speeds up, his front tire almost bumping against her back tire.
Fuck no! Keeping a steady hand on my bike I reach for my backpack and open the smallest pocket. Inside I have firework snappers.
I knew coming back into the city we would have to watch our back so I carry random weapons and things with me to keep me and those I care about safe.
Grabbing a handful of poppers I throw them at his bike.
They fly everywhere, popping loudly, causing him to jerk, swerve, and nearly crash.
It gets Frani’s attention as well because she lifts up her visor and looks behind her.
I get an incoming call from her seconds later through our Bluetooth helmets.
“The fuck was that?” she asks as soon as I accept the call.
“Whoever is on that green bike was trying to make you crash.” I state.
“Shit, our first day back in the city and these assholes are already on our asses!” she curses.
She nods ahead and adds,
“Looks like he’s not the only one.”
Looking up the road on the side that goes the opposite way is a bunch of bikes headed our way. A sea of green in a cluster on the street.
“Damn how many people is in this fucking gang?” I ask.
“Tell me about it.” Frani comments. “But they can’t corner us if we split up and fight them off ourselves.”
“How the fuck did they find us?” I ask.
“Doesn’t matter, they have and now we have to deal with it.” Frani states. “Stay on the call and I’ll see you at home?”
“You know it, sis.”
She salutes me before slapping her visor down and zooming ahead of me making a sick as hell hard left. Sparks fly around her as her bike tilts with the turn, her gloved hand gliding against the asphalt of the street like butter. That’s my badass sister!
“Alright boys, let’s have a little fun.” She mutters.
I notice a group of bikers tailing after me so I make a hard right, veering off into a neighborhood.
They follow suit. Reaching into the backpack I throw a numerous amount of poppers on the ground.
Ahead is an abandoned house so I get close to the pavement and snatch up the old mailbox, laying it across my lap while steering my bike.
Placing the end of the mailbox on to the ground I let sparks fly and the road tear the mailbox off its stick, leaving it in the middle of the street.
I turn down a road with a dead end and drive all the way to the dead end, the pole still kissing the ground.
It’s currently on fire as I let the road sharpen the thick piece of wood.
Once I’m at the dead in I see an alley way I can take to get out.
Stopping my bike I look at the entrance of the dead end and watch the bikers enter the street. .. perfect.
A devious smile makes its way on my lips as I watch them get closer to me.
Once they are a few hundred yards away I stand up with my bike still between my legs and aim the pole above my head and throw it at the leading biker.
The pole flies in the air and lands on the front tire.
The biker and the bike fly in the air before a huge explosion occurs, sending a huge gust of hot wind my way and making some car alarms go off.
Damn, bro must’ve had a tank full of gas.
I watch as the fire creates a tall wall between me and the other existing bikers.
I smirk at them even though they can’t see my face and rev my bike before veering down the alley way.
I curse at myself when I see a garbage truck in front of me.
I can’t stop now and this definitely won’t stop me.
Increasing my speed I eye the gap between someone’s fence and the truck.
I calculate how thick my body is and along with the bike and quickly maneuver through the gap. As if in slow motion I twist my torso and move my hands away from the levers, using my thighs to drive the bike as best I can while zooming through the gap with no scrapes or bumps.
“Whoo, baby, that’s how you do that shit!” I shout.
“My goodness that was my ear nitwit!” Frani exclaims.
Fuck I totally forgot we were on a call.
“Shit, my bad sis.” I say, grabbing onto my levers.
I rev the bike excitedly as I approach the exit of the alley.
The hairs on the back of neck stand up as I approach it so I crouch down on my motorcycle, my chest to the tank.
As I exit the alley way a pole is thrown over my head.
My steering falters a little and I come to a stop.
Turning my body around I look back to see a guy dressed in all black with a helmet on, staring at me.
I see him pull out his gun but he’s not fast enough.
Keeping my eyes on him I reach for my gun on my thigh and shoot him dead in the neck.
He falls to the ground, droplets of blood flying in the air, the sunlight catching it like glistening water.
Swiveling back around to him I shoot him in the chest and helmet until his visor breaks before shooting him in the head, making sure the motherfucker is dead.
“Shit, who did you shoot?” Frani asks.
I shrug as if she could see me.
“Dunno, he’s dead now.” I respond.
I tsk sarcastically.
“Wouldn’t want to be him right now.” I add, before driving off.
“Damn it, these asshats are good!” Frani says.
I hear a roar behind me and see the other men on my tail again and if I were to say anything I’d say they’re angry, if judging by the way they’re driving is anything to go off of.
“Tell me about it.” I mutter, stepping up my game.
I exit the neighborhood and enter the freeway, zooming past many vehicles. The bikers still on my ass. Getting all the way in the left lane I reach into my backpack and grab a grenade, careful not to set it.
At a campout you roast marshmallows and
You might see a firefly but now
Now I think it’s time for you motherfuckers to fry
Your Time is up, ready to say goodbye?
Zooming up ahead where there’s a gap between traffic (making sure no one innocent gets hurt) I purposely slow down so they can catch up with me.
I watch them in my rearview mirror and like clockwork I set the grenade and throw it behind me.
I speed up and watch the explosion in my rearview mirrors.
Bikes parts, bodies, body parts and so much more fly in the air.
“Did you just blow up something?” Frani asks.
“Yeah.” I chuckle, exiting the freeway.
“Damn it Wraith, what did you use, can the police track it back to you or anyone in the gang?”
“Relax sis, I know what I’m doing, the police won’t be able to track shit, we’ve been in this shit since we were eighteen, I’m a pro at what I do.” I smile. “I’m not impulsive... all the time.”
“Were there cameras around?” Frani asks.
“Nope, you know the freeway cameras don’t work.” I state.
“Fucking hell Wraith!”
I roll my eyes and shake my head.
“Location?” I ask.
“Fuck!” she shouts.
“Neon!” I switch to her biker name so her real identity won’t be exposed. “Neon!”
“Let me go!” She shouts.
Fuck. Disconnecting the call I pull over and look at her shared location on my phone. I grind my molars when I see where she is. Merging back into the oncoming traffic I make my way to my sister.