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Logic

Disturbed clubhouse, Destiny, California.

Loud knocking woke me from a dead sleep. Groaning, I got up from my bed and flung open my door to find Luc standing on the other side. His expression was grim, and his urgency sent a shiver down my spine.

“What’s going on?” I mumbled, still groggy with sleep.

“Get packed. You’re leaving.”

“Why?”

“Reaper called. They found Sypher.”

“Is he dead?”

“No, it’s worse.”

“What’s worse than dead?” I asked, jumping into a pair of jeans.

“He can’t remember shit.”

“So they want me to help him?” I asked, confused as I searched for a clean shirt. I wasn’t that kind of therapist, but for Sypher, I was willing to try.

“No, Montana and Reaper want you to take the brat and disappear. That bitch Jane Craven sent out a mass text to the entire Biker Federation. Everyone knows about the damn blood link. They want the girl.”

“Hide and seek time?” I grinned, tucking my shirt into my jeans before reaching for my boots.

“You are the best at the game. Do me proud, Logic.”

“Copy that,” I firmly said, walking over to my closet and grabbing my to-go bag. Flinging it over my shoulder, I stepped out into the dimly lit corridor as the atmosphere grew tense. Each of my brothers gave me a nod, a silent acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation. I scanned their faces, drawing strength from their unwavering support. No one said a word, knowing what I was about to face. Anything could go wrong, and the stakes were high, but they all knew I was damn good at what I did.

Heading straight over to her door, I found it open as Ivy hurriedly packed a bag for her, throwing miscellaneous clothes haphazardly into a backpack.

“But I don’t understand,” the girl complained. “Why can’t we stay here where it’s safe?”

“Because it’s not safe. None of us are safe with you here.”

“I want to call my dad.”

Walking into the room, I stepped in front of Emma and firmly said, “I know you’re scared, but as of right now, I need you to do everything I tell you to do. This isn’t a fucking game, Emma. There are people out there who will kill to get their hands on you. Your father needs you safe, and I’m the only one who can do that.”

Refusing to let her say anything more, I grabbed her bag and then her hand, yanking her from the room. With a determined stride, I made my way down to the club garage, where my bike awaited. The cool metal of the handlebars felt like an extension of myself, a tool for the mission ahead. Montana and Reaper trusted me to protect the girl, and I wouldn’t let them down.

“Get on,” I growled, and Emma quickly jumped on behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist tightly.

Starting my engine, the roar echoed throughout the space, a reminder of the impending danger.

I glanced back at Luc, who stood at the entrance, his expression a mix of concern and pride.

“I’ll see you on the other side, brother,” I called out before accelerating into the night.

The city of Destiny sprawled past me, a labyrinth of shadows and secrets. I navigated the streets with precision, blending into the darkness as the game of hide and seek commenced. It was time to outsmart Jane Craven and the Biker Federation to keep the girl safe, and I would if it was the last thing I did.

As we sped into the night, the weight of the mission pressed heavily on my shoulders. The lights of the buildings blurred into streaks of color, a stark contrast to the darkness that enveloped us. Emma’s grip tightened around my waist, a silent plea for reassurance. I could feel her fear, but there was no time for comfort—not yet.

The city seemed to breathe with the pulse of our urgency, each corner a potential trap, each alley a possible escape. Emma’s presence was a constant reminder of the stakes, of the lives hanging in the balance. We weaved through the night, a dance with danger, the hum of the engine our constant companion.

Ahead, the road stretched out like a ribbon of fate, leading us to the unknown. My mind raced with possibilities, strategies to outwit our pursuers. Jane Craven and the Biker Federation would be relentless, but so would I.

Every turn was calculated, every move was deliberate.

There was no room for error.

Suddenly, the sound of engines grew louder behind us. They were closing in. I pushed my bike harder, feeling the adrenaline surge through my veins. The chase was on, and there was no turning back now. The night air whipped around us, adding to the sense of urgency.

We approached a narrow bridge, its wooden planks creaking under the weight of my bike. It was a risky move, but necessary. As we crossed, I caught sight of our pursuers in the rearview mirror. Their headlights cut through the dark like knives, but they wouldn’t catch us—not tonight.

On the other side, the road opened up to a dense forest. I veered off the main path and into the trees, my bike’s tires crunching on the leaves and twigs. The thick foliage provided cover, but it also slowed us down. We needed to be smart, to anticipate their next move.

“Hold on tight,” I whispered to Emma, feeling her trust in the grip around my waist.

Together, we sped into the unknown, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

The forest seemed endless, each shadow a potential threat, each rustle a reminder of the danger lurking close behind. My senses were heightened, every noise and movement magnified in the stillness of the night. Emma’s breath was steady in my ear, a testament to her courage amidst the chaos.

As I navigated the narrow trails with precision, I maneuvered my bike deftly between the towering trees. The moonlight filtered through the canopy and cast an eerie glow on my path. I knew I couldn’t keep this pace forever. I needed a plan, a way to lose them for good.

Up ahead, I spotted a break in the trees—a small clearing that offered a momentary respite. I slowed my bike to a halt, signaling for Emma to dismount. “We need to find higher ground,” I said, scanning the area for any signs of our pursuers. “It’ll give us a better vantage point.”

Emma nodded, her eyes reflecting the same determination that fueled my every move. We moved swiftly, abandoning my bike behind some thick brush, and headed toward a rocky incline that promised a better view of the forest below. The climb was arduous, but my resolve never wavered. We reached the top, breathing heavily, and peered down into the dense foliage.

In the distance, the faint glow of headlights betrayed the position of the enemy. They were still searching, but I had the advantage now. From my perch, I could see their every move, anticipate their strategies. It was a game of cat and mouse, and I had just tipped the scales in my favor.

“We’ll wait here until they pass,” I whispered, keeping my voice low. “Then we will double back and take the river route. It’s risky, but it might just throw them off our trail.”

Emma’s grip on my arm tightened. A silent agreement to the plan. Together, we watched as several men left their cars and combed the forest below, unaware of the trap I had set for them. The night was far from over, but for the first time, hope sparked within me. I was a step ahead, and in this deadly game, that made all the difference.

“How did they find me so fast?”

“I don’t know.”

“They will never stop looking for me, will they?”

I wanted to lie to her and tell her that someday she would be free, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that, so instead, I told her the truth. “You are the ultimate prize, Emma. You are the Golden Sinner. Your life, your destiny, is now tied to Sypher’s. He is the only one who can save you now.”