Page 69 of The Gentleness of Rage

“Run!” Slate yelled as he leapt off the porch and headed for Damien.

I took to my heels and ran for the Harley. If I could get it started, then Slate could hop on, and we could escape.

Reaching the bike, I inserted the keys and turned it on. The engine ticked over but didn’t start. Forcing myself to calm down, I recalled how Slate would turn it on. Repeating his actions, the Harley roared to life. I was shorter than Slate and could barely reach the ground, and the damn thing was heavier than I assumed. I nearly toppled off it as the Hog rumbled under my thighs.

Two gunshots rang out, and I screamed.

“Go!” Slate called out, weaker this time.

Damien burst around the corner, looking wild-eyed.

Fear choking me, I grasped the handlebars and not knowing what the hell I was doing, I rode off. Damien shrieked as I wobbled down the road, but I wasn’t stopping for anything. Slate needed help, and he only had me!

Chapter Fourteen.

Drake

“What do you mean a woman has been seen riding a bike identified as Rage?” Drake asked incredulously.

“Drake, I’ve got a black and white following a girl who is behaving erratically and not stopping for nothing,” Ramirez said.

“Rage ain’t the only ones that rides Harleys in Rapid City,” Drake replied, amused.

“And how many have a tank with a custom paint job of a pirate ship on stormy waters and skull and crossbones?”

“Slate,” Drake hissed.

“Yeah, and I’m assuming that’s Jaelynn riding like a lunatic. She’s not even stopping for red lights but wobbling through them. Jaelynn’s heading for Rage,” Ramirez replied.

“If that is Jaelynn, for fuck’s sake, don’t stop her. Ramirez, she doesn’t know how to ride a Hog,” Drake stated, alarmed.

Texas looked up and frowned.

“Drake, she’s blowing past the traffic signals, she’s going to have an accident, and she’s speeding. We need to pull her over,” Ramirez said.

“You stop Jaelynn, she’ll lay the bike down. Jaelynn won’t be able to react in time. She got a helmet on?”

“No,” Ramirez replied.

“Then you’ve got brain matter all over the road. Jaelynn’s coming to Rage for help. Something’s wrong. Get a black and white in front of her and bring her here. Tell your guy to pull up alongside and motion Jaelynn to follow them here with sirens going,” Drake ordered as he headed outside.

Texas was on his heels as Axel appeared.

“We got incoming, Jaelynn’s on Slate’s bike and heading here. Phone the brothers. Something’s happened to Slate,” Drake said, cutting the call. “Move those bikes. We need Jaelynn to head for the grass, open the gates wide,” Drake yelled at Cody.

Cody jumped but started opening the gates.

Drake jogged forward. “We got incoming!” Drake yelled.

A crowd gathered within moments.

“Jaelynn is heading here on Slate’s Harley, no helmet. We need her to lay the bike down on the turf. That’s the safest option. As soon as she turns into the forecourt, start yelling at her where the brake is. I highly doubt Jaelynn knows because she is blasting through red lights and stop signs,” Drake said.

“Girl’s gonna get hurt,” Texas boomed.

“Better on grass than the road,” Jett stated.

“True.”

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