Page 30 of Flame

My eyes widen before I rush down the other side of the aisle, nearly knocking my mother over, making her look at me with concern. Some people look at me with worry, but I ignore them as I run out of the church just in time to see a white fucking Honda spin out of the parking lot.

Gotcha baby.

With a shaky breath, I rush over to my bike, putting my helmet on, knowing this is going to be a long fucking ride if she's going where we believe she's been staying. I rev my bike and wheel spin out of the church parking lot, going in the same direction as the Honda. I catch glimpses of it for about two hours before my gas light flashes, and I curse fucking pissed before pulling into the next station, filling her up, fucking glad I put my wallet in my suit trousers. I quickly grab some food while I'm stopped and pay, ignoring the woman's flirty looks, which make her scowl, before running back to my bike, putting my helmet back on, and then spinning away from the pump. I go as fast as I can without being pulled over, cursing, thinking I've lost her.

I pass through Wincher, ready to pull over, and fucking scream in frustration when the Honda comes into view again, making my heart pound.

FUCK YES!

I keep a few cars behind, following her, taking off every exit she does when my phone rings, the Bluetooth connecting with my helmet, and I answer.

"Yeah?"

Axel's voice comes through: "Whereabouts are you?"

I look around. "Phelps County, Missouri."

He curses, "She's heading to Illinois, isn't she?"

I hum, "By the looks of things, yeah, she is just like we thought."

"Fuck, which means Hairy is following her; he left an hour after she did."

Dammit.

"Alright, I'll keep an eye out. I don't think she's driving through; she's now taking the next exit towards the motel."

"Alright, brother, keep us updated."

"Will do."

I rasp as I hang up and turn my engine off, staying in the shadows as she climbs out of her car, the light barely hanging on as darkness starts to take over. She looks like a fucking vision, her dark blue off-the-shoulder dress hugging her curves nicely. I watch as she quickly grabs a bag and something else from the backseat, but I'm too far away to see what as she goes to a room, walking right in, which means she had the room last night too on her way to Dagger's wedding.

I take a seat on my bike, not willing to get myself a room and missing her when she leaves. I'll fucking sleep when I know where she's living. I grab the sandwich from my saddle bag that I bought at the gas station and the drink before making myself comfortable. I know she won't be here long, probably wanting to get back on the road soon.

I watch for about five hours only messaging people back while also ignoring calls from Stars mother. She's been pestering me more and more since Emma told her I knew the truth. She says she just wants to explain, but what is there to explain?

She fucked up, end of.

I charge my phone on my bike's portable charger, ensuring I have enough battery for the rest of the journey before Star rushes out of the motel room at early dawn. The sun barely shows, making me get ready to put my gloves on as I swing my leg over my bike. She places what looks like a box, maybe, into the back seat of her car, then grabs the bags from the floor. She only went in with one, so she definitely stayed here before the wedding. She's now in some black leggings, and... holy fucking shit, my heart pounds. She's in my t-shirt from our night together. My eyes water. I fucking knew she still loved me; I knew it.

I watch as she gets into the driver's seat before reversing out of her spot, and I quickly put my helmet on, texting Axel, keeping the club updated.

Me – on the move.

As soon as she's out of the parking lot, I start my bike, putting my phone away before spinning after her. I find her instantly on Route 44 heading to Illinois, and again I trail behind all the way to Harding Road, Missouri. An old apartment block comes into view as she parks her shitty car; the thing looks ready to fall apart. She climbs out of her car, about to open her backdoor, when I pull up beside her, letting myself be known. She freezes, not moving a muscle, and I know she knows it's me. Just like I feel her whenever she's near, she feels me too.

We're soul mates.

I take my helmet off and slowly climb off my bike before coming up behind her, just shy of touching her back with my front, before I glide my hands on her hips, finally feeling at fucking home again as my tense body finally relaxes for the first time in over a year.

I lean forward, my lips touching her ear. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you, my Firefly?”

She lets out a sob, and I have to stop myself from squeezing her hips when a whimper can be heard, and I furrow my brows as she moves out of my space, opening the backdoor. I watch on as she unclicks something before she turns around, her tears staining her cheeks, but the baby in her arms is what gains my attention.

bright blue eyes, black hair, and my nose.

Fuck me.