Nomad's Baby

The Chase

Sera glanced down at the crowd. "So you're the only Death Skull here?"

"You don't need more than one."

Silence between them stretched as the contestants were led in place for the race to begin.

Sera couldn't help but notice people moving as a crew of new riders showed up. Their bikes were loud and almost overrode the music until they killed the engines as they parked.

"Who are they?" she asked.

Then she glanced over at Whisper.

His relaxed posture in the chair stayed the same but his jaw shifted a little before he answered, "Aztecs."

"Are they another MC?"

"Yes."

She wanted to ask him more, but kept her mouth closed.

So she'd just have to assume on her own he wasn't friendly with this new set.

Just like everyone else here.

The subtle change in his demeanor stuck around. The date version she'd been getting definitely took a back seat.

Biker, she reminded herself.

This whole quarry was a playground for criminals.

There was a time she would have loved it, now she knew it was the last place she needed to be.

"Aztecs," he pointed a finger slightly to the left. "Diablos, out of New Mexico." His finger moved to another group. "Nitros, Central Texas. Outlawz, Houston."

"So they ride all the way down here?"

"Why not?"

From here, the new arrivals walked as a group. She watched them as they assessed their surroundings. Not too much camaraderie, and the arrogance was major.

One of them in the front lifted his hand, pointing directly at them as he leaned over to say something to another guy.

No, he wasn't pointing at them. He was pointing at Whisper.

Several sets of dark eyes fell on the balcony, and held.

Whisper sat there quietly with his arms crossed over the chair, eyeing them back.

It wasn't just a bad vibe, these guys were enemies, probably long time. She didn't need a felony stint under her belt to know that.

A voice on the loudspeaker broke over the music, shifting everyone's attention.

Thankfully.

"Gentleman, ladies. Bets have all been taken. Please get off the goddamn track. Two minutes before we release the coyotes."

Sera wondered if he was serious because girls started scrambling. The crowd made makeshift seats on the rocks that edged the quarry walls.

Vicky's Escalade was on the right of the line. A total of six vehicles were entered. Including the giant truck.

"How is any of this fair?" she asked out loud.

The loudspeaker rang out again.

"Rules motherfucker, right 'em down. Seven laps. We got Molly and Rosa on the cameras. No shooting or stabbing other driver's. No passengers are allowed to shoot or stab at other driver's or their cars. Do not throw your pets at other cars."

Sera cut her eyes at an unmoved Whisper. "Is he fucking around?"

His brow raised as he kept his gaze on the track. "There's been some wild times out here."