I'm more of a metal music fan but you play a song about riding and I'm gonna love it. As Lana Del Ray blasts in my ears from the iPod I won in a bet last night I speed down the dark highway. Money has been rolling in and I've been hitting the bars hard. After I left North Carolina I headed up through Virginia all the way to Connecticut, there were some cute boys with money there, they were dumb too.
Only problem was he found me, I managed to make it to my bike and get out of there with just a few bruises. I'm not sure where to go now, I know where I want to go, but not where I should go. I can't go back there it's been over a month he's definitely forgotten about me, I wish I could forget him. He gave me the best orgasm of my life and though I've fucked other guys since he's still in my head. The combination of his lips and beard on my skin has my body tingling just remembering it, his deep green eyes that penetrated my gaze as he penetrated me.
"I just ride" I sing along as I swerve from lane to lane on the empty highway. Some may think it miserable to spend their life constantly moving, never having a home but I love it, I love the freedom of travelling the country, going wherever I please and answering to no one. The only downside is being found, but if I keep moving it happens less.
I'm riding through Tennessee, willing myself to go west, but wanting to go east for a taste of him again when I see two SUV's speeding up behind me, I know what that means. I pull back the throttle and fly as fast as I can, but the fuckers catch me up and soon I'm dodging bullets. I pull off the highway and head for side streets to find somewhere to hide. I pull up in an alley and watch as they drive straight passed it, I release the breath I was holding and turn off the engine before stepping off the bike. I remove my helmet and unzip my jacket
"Kiska, you should know by now you can't get away from me." Fuck. Fuck fucking fuck. That pet name, it will always haunt me. I turn around and there stands my enemy, Aleksandr Mikhailov.
"And you should know you will never have me. I will die first." I say moving back towards my bike
"Ah ah, not so fast little girl. You are mine." He says as he steps towards me, I slam my fist into his nose and smile at the familiar cracking noise. He growls a few words in Russian and his goons step out from the shadows. The first two were easy, I used one to launch my body up from the ground, slamming my boot into the others face and then gripping my arms around the first guys neck and cutting off his air. Both fall to the ground unconscious and I move on to the next two. Now I'm cursing myself for leaving my gun in my saddlebag, these fuckers have knives. I bend down, pull my knife from my boot and let the games begin, I kick the knife out of the first mans hand and plunge my knife into his side, he groans and falls to his knees but as I turn to the second he catches me off guard and I feel the knife slam into my chest. All the air leaves my lungs and I fight to stay on my feet. I have to fight, he will not take me alive. I fight with all I have but suddenly I'm grabbed from behind and his fists begin flying into my face and body. I slam my foot down on the man holding me and his grip loosens enough for me to break free. I run to my bike and grab my gun, I take down the two goons quickly and jump onto my bike
"I will have you Kiska." Alec says before I start the engine and fly out of the alley, holding my helmet on my arm. I ride and I don't stop until I reach the North Carolina border and my bike begins to smoke and then I'm forced to pull over. They shot through the fucking radiator, fuck. I do my best to patch the hole and use the water I had left to fill it. Thank fuck it lasts until I'm a mile away from the clinic before she overheats and dies again. I climb off the bike and realise the stab wound is worse than I thought, I can barely breathe. I take off my jacket and tank top and wrap my tank around my chest just under my bra to try and put some pressure on it. I just got to make it to the clinic and out without seeing him, even though I want him, badly, it's a bad idea. I push my bike the mile to the clinic and finally make it to the dirt track up to the clinic when who shows up but Knuckles. He walks over to me and I lift the visor on my helmet, hoping he won't notice the bruises.
"So much for getting in and out unseen. I just need to see Cordelia and I'll be gone." I say without stopping up the track
"You get another gunshot scar for your collection?" He jokes, I guess he remembers my scars
"I didn't but she did." I reply looking down at my motorcycle. I just need to make it to the clinic before I pass out, I don't think I'm going to last much longer, I feel like a fat guy is sat on my chest.
"Cordelia isn't in. Come to the clubhouse and I'll get Doc to take a look at you. Bullet can look at your bike in the garage." He takes the bike from me and begins turning around, I can afford the clinic but not a mechanic too. I know how to repair bikes, I've been doing it since I was little.
"I can fix it myself, I'll wait for Cordelia." I reply as I reach for my bike but the sudden pain in my chest stops me, I can't fucking breathe
"Stop being so fucking stubborn and come to the clubhouse, you're clearly hurt and Doc is just as good as Cordelia. I'll store your bike until you can fix it." He just carries on with my bike, asshole. I can't fight him, I'm barely fighting to stay awake right now.
"Fine." I sigh and begin following him, but then it hits me, the blackness enters my vision and I know I'm going down.
"Fuck" I groan before I see the ground getting nearer and everything turning black.
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MC Scars (Broken Demons MC #3)
ChickLitKnuckles is fed up of the couples scene at the clubhouse and wants to get out and party, but then he meets a girl who changes everything. Does he risk betraying his club, his family for a girl he barely knows or will he do what ever it takes to prot...
