Page 79 of Sweet Anarchy

I bite my bottom lip. "It's fine, Ash. We've got this," I say calmly. "I'm heading towards Wheels, we'll take them down the mountain in the woods."

It goes eerily silent on the phone, and I know what they are thinking. They are remembering my car accident, the Chevy tumbling down the side of the road into the trees.

I'm basically doing the same thing again. Deliberately.

"Ry… there's Nomads heading your way behind you. Don't go down that road," Blake orders sternly. Through the command in his voice, I can also hear him begging, the sound breaking my heart.

"I'm going to be okay," I tell him. "Let's fucking deal with this, once and for all."

Houses start disappearing from the road as I head into the trees, the road climbing higher as I hit turns. I pass the spot where the Chevy died, a new metal barrier installed. I swallow hard, shaking my head slightly to clear my thoughts.

The bikes move behind me as a few random vehicles drive past on the other side of the road. I spot the dirt track in between the trees that leads to the cabin and I smile softly.

I'm not done with that place yet. This isn't going to be the end of my journey.

"There's a few Rebels heading your way babe, from the other direction," I hear Chuck say.

Asher growls. "There's nowhere she's going to be able to stop."

"Yeah, there is," I tell him. "What about the State Park entrance? That's a wide enough area."

Blake sighs. "It's going to be our best option. How far away from it are you? We're just going past Wheels."

"About two miles," I guess. "I think I see the Rebels up ahead."

Chuck grabs the phone. "Okay, they are going to try to separate them from you. Slow down as they get closer then speed up to create a gap between you and the Norsemen."

I nod, even though they can't see it. The line falls silent, everyone holding their breath.

My gaze narrows on the bikes ahead as I try to recognize anyone. They flash their lights at me, and I know it's them. I tap the brakes, slowing down.

The Norsemen surround them, not noticing the bikes ahead. I count down, watching carefully, before slamming my foot on the gas again.

The Aston Martin roars loudly, pulling away as the Rebels get closer. They split apart, letting my car go in the middle of them.

I quickly check the rear view mirror, watching as the Rebels cut in front of the Norsemen.

"Holy fuck!" I yell.

"What?!" comes four terrified voices through the phone.

I stare wide eyed, quickly turning my attention back to the road. "I think… I think I just saw two Norsemen fly down the embankment off the side of the road."

"Are there any still following you?" Blake asks sharply.

I check the mirror. "Yeah, there's two of them. I'm not sure what happened to the other two. Maybe they went off the road too."

"Butch has them," Chuck says. "Don't turn back. They are brawling on the road."

"Butch is there?" I ask, panicking.

"Rylee, focus!" Blake snaps. "Let the Rebels handle that. You need to get rid of the last two Norsemen. The Nomads just passed the Rebels. Are you nearly at the entrance?"

I check the signage. "Yeah. I'm about half a mile out."

The Norsemen tail me, hitting the back of the Aston Martin. The car jolts slightly, my hands gripping the wheel.

"What the fuck?" I yell. "Are they insane?"

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