Catalyst (Holy Rebel MC 3)

Chpt. 25- The Chase

I see Ashe slowly appear in the distance headed towards me so I do as instructed and pull over on the side of the road with my hazards on. At the sight of an on coming motor cycle, the bike that had been following me quickly turns off onto a neighboring road, only the roar of his pipes left.

Its not like I thought Ashe was lying,  but I guess I was hoping he was just overreacting given the clubs involvements right now. Seems I'm the one not living in reality.

Clumsily and quickly, I slide over to let Ashe in the driver's seat. He says nothing as Lucan peels from the side of the road. With white knuckles from his firm grip on the wheel and the hard set of his face, Ashe stares ahead at the road. Only a few seconds pass before he releases his death grip on the wheel to land it on my thigh. I don't flinch, actually taking comfort in his touch, and start relaxing my breathing. Because with Ashe here, I'm safe.

"There you go, Claire. Just breathe. I wont let shit bad happen to you. Please believe that. Believe that and remind yourself of that any time you feel you might be about to freak out, babe. Ok? As long as I'm here, you have protection. I'll always do what i have to do to keep you safe." His sudden burst of affection and protection catch me off guard since he was about to rip my steering wheel out a minute ago. But I still cover his hand with mine and squeeze.

Lifting my palm to his lips, he brushes them across my soft skin and plants a kiss.

The returning sound of tailpipes cuts off any reply I could give. I twist in my seat to see the biker has returned, but this time he brought some friends along. Ashe curses is a whisper beside me, fishing his phone from his pocket. Because his movements are fast and jerky, the phone falls the floor at his feet near the pedals.

One of the bikers has now positioned himself beside the car on Ashe's side. A swift glance to my right confirms my fear that one has pulled up on my side as well. Ashe's string of curses continue to flow like a lyrical poem from his lips. Even in this time, I smile.  He'd make the people back home blush with a mouth like that. But it is quickly wiped away when one of the men reaches inside his jacket pocket. Calm and collected, at least on the outside, his grey eyes scan the outer lanes in front of us, yanks Lucas into gear and zooms ahead and swivels into the next lane, knocking out the biker on his left.

"What's happening?" We just killed a guy with MY car. I deserve to know.

"Call your dad. Call lynol! Call somebody, Claire!" He doesn't exactly answer.

Frantically taking out my cell, I call dad.

"Where are you two? Ashe left like a bat out of hell! said to be near the phone." I don even think I heard the line ring. 

I check the passing street like earlier and relay the name back to dad. He shouts in the background before hanging up.

"They're coming." So I take it.  He didn't really say. Ashe nods.

The one on my side speeds up, determined not to meet his friend's fate, and gets in front of us. Ashe presses the gas to the floor again, shifting the gear, nipping at the biker's heels. But its not enough. Seeing this, two more get ahead of us, while 3 remain in the back. 'They're boxing us in." I can hear the shrill of my own voice.

"It's ok." While his words are meant to be calm and soothing, I can see the panic in in his eyes.

His fear scares me even more. And angers me because there's nothing I can do to help him like he's desperately trying to help me feel safe. The 3 in the back zoom closer to our ass, the 2 in the front staying far enough ahead to cage us, but far away not to get hit.

"What's their plan?" I ask aloud.

"Does it fucking matter right now?!" He snaps at me.

I guess not. "I need you to drive, Claire."