My Three Bikers

Chapter 1 - The kidnapping

{The picture is the bike in the story - 2019 Kawasaki Ninja 1000}

[Quick description of the FMC- Name: Isabella Monroe   Age: 16    Appearance: Curly/wavy medium length dark brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin (because it's summer), short (5'3), reasonably skinny (weighs about 110 lbs/50kg)   Hobbies:reading, playing soccer, doing art, day dreaming, etc)] A/N: If you don't like this description, ignore it and think of your own, though these things will come up later in the story

I'm in the car with my family when I see a biker out the window. I wave to him, and he slows back down to rejoin two other bikers, who I assume are his friends.

A few minutes later, one of the other bikers speeds up and cuts in front of the car. Nobody else seems to think much of it. Mom keeps driving while my dad scrolls on his phone, same as my little brother and sister.

I have this weird feeling about it, so I turn around in my seat to watch the bikers still behind the car. The one I waved to earlier drives up beside the car again while the third guy hangs back.

Suddenly, I hear my mom curse, her road rage kicking in as she yells at the biker in front of us, who apparently slowed down in the middle of the road. I watch as the bike beside us inches closer, forcing my mom to pull over.

All of the bikes, now surrounding us, stop. Mom slams on the breaks, furious. My dad joins her in cursing the biker out.

The dude who I waved to earlier gets off his black-and-green motorcycle and walks up to the car.

"Your daughter is coming with us. If you try to resist, we'll kill you and take her anyway."

My jaw drops. "Me?" I ask him incredulously.

He replies in a calm tone, "Yeah, you."

Holy shit, he wants me to go with him! ... Well, anything's better than dealing with my family right now. "Ok then" I grab my bag off the floor and jump out. "Peace out!"

The biker has his helmet on, so I can't see his face, but it seems like he's shocked. Well, I would be too if the person I was trying to kidnap enthusiastically went along with it. 

"No, what are you doing?!" my mom yells at the same time my dad shouts, "What the hell is going on?!"

I look back at them. "Maybe this will make you realize that you should appreciate me. You should really ask yourselves why your daughter is voluntarily getting kidnapped. Think about why I'm willing to get kidnapped to get away from you."

I slam the door shut, spinning around to face the biker. "Well, what now?" I ask while pulling my hair back into a ponytail.

He stands there for a second before jogging back over to his motorcycle. He makes some weird hand signal to the other two bikers, who then start up their bikes and drive away.

Motorcycle guy starts his bike, gets on, and beckons for me to come closer. "Hop on."

I only hesitate for a moment before swinging my leg over the seat and jumping on, cautiously placing my hands on his sides. He grabs my hands and wraps them around his waist. "Hold on tight," he commands before speeding off after the other two.