Page 17 of My Christmas Biker
“Best meal I’ve had in a long while,” I admitted, using a napkin to dab at my beard and clean off my hands.
“Your mom is a fantastic cook. I need to get that recipe for the lasagna soup.”
“Do you like to cook?” I asked before merging onto the highway again and resuming our trip.
In the rearview, I caught headlights approaching fast. They didn’t slow down until they were almost on top of us. I frowned as the black truck revved its engine.
Ginny said something, but I was too distracted to understand.
“Sorry, Sweetheart. Say that again.”
“The person behind us is persistent.”
“Yeah. We’re gonna let them pass us. The roads are still shit, and I don’t wanna risk going into a ditch or wrecking my truck.”
“Smart.” She turned her head, staring out the back window. “They’re not going around us.”
“Give them a minute. They’ll get bored soon and speed around us,” I assured her.
The truck didn’t move, following us closely for another few miles until the driver slammed on the brakes, swerved behind us, and lurched to a stop. Right in the middle of the road, the lights faded in my rearview mirror as I pressed on the gas.
Something about this didn’t feel right. I sensed danger, and red flags went off in my head.Protect Ginny. Get as far away as possible.
“That was odd,” Ginny observed.
“Agreed. We’re gonna put some distance between us and that truck.”
Her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip. “I couldn’t see the driver with the lights, but something about that truck seemed familiar.”
My body stiffened. On instant alert, I watched for any sign of the black truck. “What do you mean?”
“The grill on the front has a giant skull. I’ve seen it before.” She swallowed hard. “Just one other time, but it’s unique enough that I remember it.”
Fuck! I noticed the skull, too, but I didn’t think it had any significance until now.
“Baby, I need you to remember when and where you saw it.”
“Right before I lost my dad. In early December fifteen years ago.” Ginny clenched her hands in her lap. “That truck pulled up outside and parked. I never saw who drove it, but my dadseemed pissed. He ordered me to my room and told my mother to call him if she ever saw it again.”
“Do you know if she did?”
“Mom never mentioned it.”
Good. Maybe it was nothing more than coincidence. I could try to believe that. The problem was, in my world, there weren’t many coincidences. If whoever drove that truck pissed off Hesh and he died because of it, Ginny and her family were in danger. It was a leap to get there, but not a big one.
The Crimson
“I need you to hold the wheel while I send a couple of texts. It’s important, but I don’t want to pull over.”
Not now. I couldn’t risk her safety like that.
Ginny’s eyes widened. “Okay.”
She held the steering wheel as I kept my foot on the gas, speeding down the highway.
I fired off a text to Dagger, telling him to fill in Judge on everything and that I was on the road, heading back to Vegas, but I wasn’t sure if I would reach my destination without trouble.
That prickling I usually got on the back of my neck persisted, and it usually alerted me before shit went down. That skull on the front of the black truck reminded me of the same skull on the back of the Crimson Skulls MC cuts—their logo.