Page 92 of Sinner's Malice
Like a wild animal breaking free from its confinement, my bike violently erupted out of the compound, emitting a deafening roar. With a combination of sleekness and deadliness, I confidently made my way towards the wide expanse of the open highway. I rode aimlessly, completely unaware of where I was going. What consumed my thoughts was the knowledge that Arianwen was sitting behind me, and the relief of leaving the clubhouse made me feel liberated.
It was an entirely new experience for me to have someone ride with me, but the way she fit in behind me made it seem like she had done it many times before. There was a certain familiarity to it, which brought a comforting feeling in its own special way. Whenever she decided to join the club for a ride, she would always opt for Montana’s bike. Even though it bothered me at the time, I chose not to say anything about it. Not wanting to throw suspicion my way.
When the skies began to darken and rain poured from the heavens, I zoomed past the caged drivers, completely disregarding everything and everyone around me. Urging my bike to go faster, I leaned forward and felt the cool, damp air enveloping my leather-clad body.
I crouched lower, bent over the tank.
The controls were under my touch, and I could feel the powerful heartbeat of my bike coming to life. As I reached back, an overwhelming desire to touch her enveloped me and I gently caressed her thigh, feeling the tightness of her body against mine. Providing a sense of comfort and safety as we embarked on our journey into the approaching storm.
Everything was changing.
I could feel the shift, sense something dark coming.
Whatever it was, I knew it was going to be bad.
I pushed the throttle all the way open, giving it maximum power. As the bike surged forward, my bike exerted enough forceto push my arms back. The surge of adrenaline that flooded my veins was both chilling and electrifying. As the engine roared between my thighs, its piercing scream resonated like a banshee, symbolizing the unbridled power that had been set free.
We were nothing but a blur, a wisp of air howling through the night.
My determination grew stronger. The need to leave everything behind, to free myself from everything, became paramount. I exerted more force, while my speedometer steadily increased, until everything faded, blurred into one large beam of light, shooting past us until only darkness remained as I headed for the Lincoln Tunnel.
My fingers twisted the handlebars as my eyes squeezed shut for a split second before I plunged into the abyss. Harsh fluorescents strobed across my helmet, making it hard for me to see while cages whizzed by, blaring their horns. The sound echoing off the tube, drowning out everything but the annoying sound.
My bike’s thunderous echoes pummeled me from all sides. My heart slammed against my ribs, sweat trickled down my spine. The weight of everything pressed down on me, crushing me.
Suffocating me.
I couldn’t breathe. The walls were closing in.
Trapping me in a stone tomb.
I had to get out of there.
Fast.
Thoughts of escape consumed me when something came up beside me.
I couldn’t see what it was, only sensed that I needed to get away.
Something splintered next to me, causing me to grunt.
Blinking, I tried to focus on anything but the death tube I was in, when lights in front of me blinded me. Swerving hard to the left, I narrowly missed a cage. Looking over my shoulder, I saw three bikes racing to catch up.
Like me, they were clad in full black riding gear.
Even their bikes gave nothing away.
Wrenching the throttle, I rocketed forward at impossible speeds.
I had to make it out of the tunnel.
The trailing bikes sped up, one rushing past me while the other two kept pace alongside of me. I didn’t know who they were or what they wanted, and I didn’t care.
I just needed to get out of this fucking tunnel.
Revving my throttle, I zoomed past them, Arianwen’s arms tightening around me, just as one of the rear bikes clipped my back wheel, causing me to lose control of my bike. As if in slow motion, I found myself airborne, flying close to the ceiling of the tunnel. I could make out the colored tiles that someone had painstakingly cemented in place many years ago. Tires screeched, horns blared, and screams surrounded me as the road quickly came up to meet me. Still, I didn’t stop moving when my body hit the ground hard, rolling several times before coming to a complete stop. Gasping for air, I stared at the tiles on the ceiling and wondered how many of them there were.
“Make sure she’s alive!” a harsh voice ordered as someone walked over to me.