Phantom Rider - The Aftermath | Book 1

#25 | Keep You Safe

Our peace was suddenly interrupted by gunshots. Sound echoed through the rain-soaked streets, destroying the fragile moment.

"My people misunderstood. Seeing you crash into my car, they must assumed you were attacking me" I said stressed.

Bill's look on face got sharp. "My men are everywhere. They won't stand down either."

Chaos erupted. People shouted and ran for their lives. From a distance, we could see a mess of blood, bodies, and hysteria rising from the crowd. The situation was spiraling out of control.

I looked at the wreckage of our cars. Neither would be functional to get us out of there. Running was also not an option. We were weak, exposed in the middle of the street.

The assassins were closing in. Suddenly, two sports cars appeared from a distance, speeding toward us. Relief washed over me as Gustav jumped out of his car, grabbing Bill by his armpits and dragging him up. To my surprise, Georg lifted me up too, his grip firm and determined.

As they pulled us toward safety, I looked back at the chaos. A black sports car blocked the road, preventing anyone from getting closer to us. A tall man dressed in all black, his hoodie concealing his face, stepped out of the car with a rifle in hand. He fired at everyone without mercy, his shots precise and deadly.

"Go!" he screamed back at us, his voice sounded familiar.

We scrambled into Gustav and Georg's cars. As we sped away, I looked back through the rear window. The mysterious man held his stand, taking down enemies with cold efficiency. But soon, four men overwhelmed him, forcing him to the ground.

"Thank you," I thanked in my mind the man who had given us a chance to escape unharmed, probably letting himself be killed.

Bill's hand found mine, squeezing it tightly. We were safe for now.

As the cars raced through the night, the rain continued to pour, washing away the fear but not the questions. What to do next? Where to go? 

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We went to Bill's house. To my surprise, it was a huge, light-filled home with large halls and rounded stairs leading up to the second floor. For some reason, I had imagined him living in some sort of dark dungeon where light never shone.

Bill's doctor was already waiting. I shrugged, recognizing the very same person who had stitched me up just weeks ago. The doctor's cheeks also turned red.

"So who's first?" Bill gestured at me.

I went into the room, and the doctor carefully checked my body.

"It looks just fine. A few scratches here and there, but overall you'll live," the doctor smiled at me, much more relaxed than before. "By the way, how are the other wounds healing?"

"I think it's okay!" I said, not sure what the doctor wanted to hear.

"I apologize if this is inappropriate, but if you like, I can check if everything is good."

"Okay?" I agreed, just to be sure I was healed completely for the fighting that was about to come. I didn't want my body to betray me in the middle of combat.

After a few minutes, the doctor was done checking. "You can dress back up, everything is good."

"Thank you!"

"No need, it's my job," the doctor said, leading me out of the room.

Bill was in the room longer than me, and I started to worry about him. Once he opened the door, I was ready to jump to him and hug him, but my sudden move was stopped.