The Weight Rumours Hold

Chapter 20: A Rush Ride

Bikers POV

"Zubair!!! Come on let's go!"

I was ready in my motorbike gear and waiting at the door

"Shahmeer! Let's go"

I looked up and watched Zubair clumsily hopping out his room trying to pull up a sock with his car keys barely holding on to his hand. His hair slightly falling on his face and his white shirt untucked. At least the rest of him looked presentable.
To describe him in a few words, Zubair is my younger brother. The youngest. A little bit psycho, loves to eat whatever comes in his way and a joker that makes you want to smack your own forehead.

Shahmeer on the other hand is much more prepared. He calmly walks out of his room with his helmet in one hand, backpack strapped on and motorbike gear looking smart and fancy. His hair neatly cut. A secret charmer.

That's right 3 brothers. I had personally taught Shahmeer how to ride a motorbike as he was only two years apart in age. Zubair is 4 years younger and so as mum agreed motorbikes were too dangerous and a four wheeler would be better (because of a small accident, although it gave me a visible scar). So shahmeer and I and dad chipped in and bought him a car. His dream car.

He probably still sleeps with his keys. It meant alot to him

I coughed a little to catch their attention
"We've got a mission to do today"

"Yes bro" replied Shahmeer

"I've checked out the location already. It'll take us 15 minutes if we put some speed in"

"Good... Are you listening Zubair?"

He zips up his black hoodie and plugs in some earphones
"15 minutes, location: hide park. Dark black hair, 5"7 male. A vandaliser and most likely a drunk. I'll be there"

I smiled, that's my little bro. Always ahead of the game

I pulled on my helmet and they followed.
Shahmeer and I climbed onto our motorbikes while Zubair hopped in his car. Lights on and we were rearing to go.

Today's mission was simple, it was now 4am. Streets were lit but full of darkness and uncertainty. This was the time attempted car robberies, creeps and danger lurked. Our job today was to intimidate. News was going around of creeps messing with people, especially youngsters in close by areas.

Although it had nothing to do with us directly, mother taught us to be men, to use our power in the correct way; to protect. Especially when it came to protecting sisters. Never having a sister made us cherish what it would be like to have one.

A few years doing this 'side job' and we had already built a fine reputation. We were known by many names and somehow it just suited us.

I rode side by side with Shahmeer, leaving a gap with Zubair in the middle but behind us. I promised mum to always keep them two safe, She was and always has been a strong woman, therefore never stopped us from our night adventures. Instead she loves and prays for us. In fact mum was a motorbike rider herself back in the day.

I signalled forward with my hand once we reached the tunnel Shahmeer and I quickly lowered ourselves, accelerating on our more than capable motorbikes. The feeling was euphoric. The sharp wind blew and the roar of the motorbikes were all that I could hear under the moonlit night. Zubair was right behind in his car. I knew how much he loved these rides too, I often caught him sneaking out by himself at night for a drive.