Dance With The Devil

2) Freedom

~Four wheels move the body
Two wheels move the soul~

Quinn Residence

Brian- I feed my three cats, then head into the bedroom where I strip out my everyday clothes.

(Cell Rings)

I quickly answer it. "Hello?"

'Hey dude...'

I let out the breath I was holding. "What's up Sal?" I put my cell on speaker, tossing it on the bed.

'Heard the Tell'em Steve Dave Podcast, we all did. Kind of wanted to know if what was said is true?'

I finish searching through the back of my closet. "Is what true?"

'We want to know if you really got a secret side to your life that we don't know about?'

M'not really sure how to answer that...even though Sal should know the answer to that already, but not specific details. "Uh, that's not really a conversation we can have over the phone Sally Retro." I pull on my ripped white-wash denim jeans, then a skin tight white t-shirt. (Hums) 'Working out and losing weight definitely has it's perks!' I slide into my boots lacing them up.

'Well that only tells me, you have been hiding very important things.'

(Winces) "Sal I would never lie to you." I pull on my leather vest, then slide my gun into its holster at my hip.

'You would never lie?'

"Never babe..." Fuck that slipped.

(Laughs) 'Alright, at least tell me. Is what was said true? Are you riding with a Brotherhood?'

I bite my bottom lip, but concede. "Yes..." His end of the line was dead silent.

'Will you ever tell me the whole story?'

"Someday...I have to go, but I love you."

'Love you too Q.'

I hang up and pocket my cell. Sal always knew when I got romantic, that I was up to something that was more than likely life-threatening and to expect me looking the worst at any time. He's learned to stop questioning it after three years of tending to more than just bruises and flesh wounds. (Sighs Heavily) I grab a hair tie and tie back my hair, then tie a bandanna in place. I grab my riding glasses and keys.

Thirty Minutes Later

3rd Person P.O.V- The roar of a sleek black bike roared like thunder, along the winding roads of Stanton Island...nobody knew where he was going, just that he was on a mission or at least those who were quick enough to get a good enough look that is, because to everyone else he was nothing but the Ghost of Thunder...there one moment and gone the next. Guess that's why the Brotherhood nicknamed him; Ghost