Page 166 of Chaos

No more.

I don’t even remember the first mile from the house, my Ducati accelerates so quickly, I can barely hold on. Weaving between the cars, I know I look like a black blur to the people on the sidewalk.

They better stay out of my way, because I’m not stopping until I find him.

“Which way?” I’m nearly at an intersection. “Did you find him yet?”

“Hold.” Enzo’s deep voice is soothing. He knows how important this is.

How he always stays so damn calm in any situation boggles me.

“Left.”

I follow his command instantly, my knee nearly dragging on the hot asphalt as I make the tight turn.

I hear him curse quietly. “Okay, got him back. He’s about eight blocks ahead, riding north with two other bikers.” His fingers click on his keyboard. “I have Mikhail notified. He said he will send reinforcements once you have him stopped.”

Makes sense. None of the rest are as fast on a motorcycle as I am.

I have Kai to thank for that. All of those years racing with him is going to pay off tonight.

“After this stoplight, turn right down that alley,” Enzo says matter-of-factly.

Fuck stopping. I blow through the red and dodge a car crossing in front of me, then dart down the small street.

Nothing is going to keep me from getting to him.

The cops can pick up what’s left if they even catch me.

“You might be able to see them ahead. Your guy is in front.” He pauses. “It looks like they’re heading in the direction of one of their locations. If you engage, expect reinforcements.”

I know where they’re going. Their main club.

That’s fine with me. He’s gonna be a statement.

The three motorcycles appear in front of a couple of cars waiting for green.

It’s hard, but I wait until they’re moving again.

Jetting past the sedans, I get just behind the closest.

Grabbing my helmet by the lower edge, I swing it as hard as I can into the back of the head of the first Reaper.

He falls limply, his Harley wobbling and crashing into the sidewalk.

The second doesn’t notice his buddy, but I can see him do a double-take when he sees me pull up next to him.

“Surprise!” Throwing my weight into it, my Ducati weaves as the blunt top of my makeshift weapon slams into his face spraying blood across my visor.

Shit, his tire almost clipped me before it’s thrown into the oncoming lane.

There’s a satisfying double thump as the passing pickup runs over him.

Now, all that remains, is my wonderful brother.

Brody glances over his shoulder. When he sees me, his motorcycle wavers within his lane, then he twists the throttle to shoot forward.

There’s no way his hog is going to outrun me. But, the panic I saw in his eyes tells me he doesn’t care.

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