Until July Excerpt
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Until July
I turn onto the highway and pull back on the throttle watching as the speedometer reaches sixty. I tuck the upper part of my body behind the windshield where there is less wind resistance and yell out wahooo when the feeling of flying hits my stomach.
This is what I love freedom I sit up when I see a few bikes in the distance. I don’t recognize their patches but that doesn’t surprise me, Tennessee has a huge MC community and there is always new clubs popping up all over the state. I slow down as I close the distance between us.
The closer I get the more details I can make out the group of about five bikes are all Harleys all ranging in colors from almost purple to black. None of the men are wearing helmets, which is the complete opposite of me who is covered from head to toe in black leather even my helmet is all black with leather piping.
I take the men in noticing that they are all well built there leather cuts displaying a large eagle with its wings spread wide like its mid flight. The talons of the bird carrying a long stem red rose with petals falling off it onto their club name, The Broken Eagles. I begin to speed up and pass them one by one thankful for the security of my helmet the black visor makes it impossible to see me. I keep my head straight until the last guy the one who is at the front of the group from the back his hair is the first thing I notice it’s slightly long the back reaching the top of his cut my eyes move to the expanse of his back the wide set of his shoulders and the tan skin covering lean muscle His bike is low to the ground and the bars are in front of him in a way that he has to have his arms straight out causing every muscle in his arms to flex and move making it look like the tattoos are alive and moving. My eyes skim further down over his chest that is covered in a white tank top tucked into a pair of lite jeans around his waist a black belt with a large silver buckle. I continue to pass him my eyes shifting from the road to him and back again this time when I look over his head is turned towards me and If I didn’t know any better I would have sworn he was looking directly into my soul. “Holy Shit.” I whisper taking in his hair that is shaggy the set of his jaw that is covered in days of stubble, full lips and a pair of lite eyes that I cant quite make out threw the tint of my helmet. He is seriously hot but equally scary looking. I look from him back to the road it must not even have been a second but when my eyes go to the asphalt in front of me I see a bird that is trying to make its way across the road its wing hanging in an awkward position. I swerve to the right just in time to miss the poor guy.
“What the fuck?” I hear roared and I look over my shoulder at the man who is now coming up quick on my right side and yell I’m sorry over the sound of my engine and his pipes. I do a quick wave and take off lowering my body and pulling back the throttle wanting to get away from them. Dude looked seriously pissed off and even though I hate leaving the bird behind without helping it I would like to live to see my next birthday.
I think I’m in the clear then the sound of pipes fills my ears and I don’t even know how it happens but they all catch up with me surrounding my bike, I can’t make out what their saying but stomach starts to roll at the sound of their voices. I feel my side to make sure that I have the Taser that my dad insisted I carry. I see a clearing and pull my bike off the side of the road. I know that this is probably one of the stupidest things I have ever done but if they keep chasing me like they have been we could all end up seriously hurt. I don’t even shut down my bike I just lower my kickstand as my heart that was already beating hard begins to bang violently against my ribcage as they surround me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you.” The guy that was at the head of the group asks stepping in front of my bike.
I shake my head as words are lodged in my throat.
He pulls me off my bike and the men who are with him begin yelling obscenities as well.
“Sorry.” I croak out and I don’t even know if he hears me his hand goes to the collar of my leather jacket and he shakes me hard and my hand accidently presses down on the button for the Taser to ignite it. His eyes go wide and he falls to the ground and I fall on my ass and crab walk backwards then look up when I hit something only to meet the eyes of another man who looks pissed.
“Get up.” He growls picking me up my feet flail under me as I’m lifted off the ground with my hands restrained behind my back.
“Hold him still.” The guy who I had Tazered growls in front of me as I try to get away from the anger I feel coming off him. His hands go to my head and he rips my helmet off causing my hair to float down around me.
Complete silence descends I swear no one even takes a breath.
“Um.” I bite my lip and the guy in front of me blinks
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