Page 98 of Hostile Saint

Dagger squinted his eye and peered about while pursing his lips. “I’ve become fond of our little getaway, but…” Every sliding glass door, every window, now felt like a way for someone to reach us. It was eerie. “… I don’t see how we can stay.”

Diesel nodded. “They attempted to take down a Stallion. Club is in it now.”

Not only did Stallions respect their leader, but they valued him. Club officers didn’t feel he should stay in the rental that night, not even while belongings were gathered. It was as if his safety was put above others. I found that ironic since he was constantly putting others’ safety above his own. But, with so much unknown lingering, he was immediately prepared for an escort to the Colorado clubhouse.

We were only given minutes to get dressed. That’s all I needed to make sure I grabbed my very own cut.

In the garage, Vice was tying down his black duffle bag of cameras and gadgets, I guess he wasn’t trusting them to anyone else, when he said, “Rental car is a trail, brother. Gotta go.”

Solemnly, Lynx nodded, then handed a set of keys to a Colorado Stallion. “Drop that off for me.”

The biker nodded. “Consider it done.” He went back inside the home.

Dagger, while closing saddlebags on his bike, was on the phone, saying things like, “Capt, we’re I’ ready to move him out… Yep, that is the route we’re taking…”

Standing near Lynx, I observed his mood. “You good?”

He tied back his long blond hair. “Still got Tequila in my veins, kid. That’s all.”

I knew he was lying but didn’t push for more. Life wasn’t letting us hide away anymore. He had to face the loss he and Elle had experienced, and I had to face my past. The rental house and dented rental car, which had been a part of my beginning with these men, had to be left behind.

Lynx handed me a helmet. “You’re with me.”

I held and stared at the black item. “Off to a new chapter of life.”

He stopped prepping his bike and studied me. A grin finally broke free of his gloomy state. “Yeah, I guess so, Pup.”

After slipping the helmet on, I buckled it under my chin. “I’m ready for it, wherever it leads.”

Was it late at night or very early in the morning, I don’t know, but we both watched the garage door open as the roar of waiting dragons seeped inside.

Lynx’s engine kicked on, answering the call. Putting on his own helmet, he quietly observed all the bikes waiting in the road. At the end of the driveway, there was an open spot, in between the row of bikes, as if a planned convoy.

I chuckled over all the noise bouncing off the garage walls and surrounding houses. “Think the neighbors will miss us?”

His head flew back as he laughed freely before getting on his Harley.

There were a few other bikes, but they were in the yard, unattended. They belonged to the men collecting our stuff that we hadn’t been given enough time to grab. I had been nervous they would forget a precious item of mine, so when getting dressed, I quickly snatched my new toothbrush and stuck it in my back pocket.

As I got on the back of Lynx’s bike, Dagger teased, “You sure are a funny-looking Elle.”

Again, Lynx laughed. “Feel honored, kid. That’s her spot.”

With my hands in the air, I asked, “Umm, I’m presuming you don’t want these where she would put them?”

All the laughter in the garage competed with the engines.

Holding on to some bar behind me, Lynx’s bike rolled forward. “Kid, be sure to not fight my leans when we turn corners and such. Just go with me. You’ll be fine.”

In such awe to finally be on a dragon, all I could do was reply, “Got it,” while taking it all in. It was like I could sense this dragon wanting to take flight. The power was liberating. And I don’t think I was hiding it well.

At the back of the line of bikes waited the Redemption Ryders. Diesel pointed at me. Then his men all laughed as if recognizing I had just been bit by the Harley love-bug.

They were right. I was instantly addicted.

As if these men had some sort of simultaneous telepathy connection, the front of the dragon line started pulling away before we even made it to the end of the driveway. By the time we got there, the bikes that would be right in front of us in the line were already moving. Lynx, with Vice and Dagger in tow, simply drove into the now moving line like they had rehearsed this a million times. Then the bikes behind us followed.

No one was out there with a flag directing traffic. They just all moved as one, like a school of fish, anticipating each other’s movements before they were even made.