Page 37 of The Saviors: Part Two

“And?”

“And we’ll definitely be doing more than that.” Sean pulls his helmet on without another word and nods his head to mine.

I take a deep breath and climb on. I stare at the helmet for a solid minute before I get the nerve to pull it on. My heart rate spikes as soon as it’s in place.

“It’s all good, Gorilla.” Sean’s voice filtering through the helmet settles me enough to adjust the chin strap. “I’ll race you there.”

“No racing,” Axel says, talking from his truck. “Stay close to us.”

“That’s bullshit,” Sean grouches.

We all back out of the garage and hit the main road. Just as I suspected, Sean opens up the throttle and flies past Axel with me right on his ass.

“You never fucking listen,” Axel barks.

I tune out their bickering and just enjoy the air on my skin. The helmet feels itchy, but it’s not something that I can’t tolerate. Sean lets off the throttle to ride beside me, and as soon as I hear him downshifting, I know what he’s about to do. He revs the bike, and it pops up in a wheelie, making me laugh. He rides it as long as he can and lets the front wheel drop to the pavement.

“You good?” he asks.

“Yep.”

“Good. You ready?”

I laugh again. “Let’s do this.”

We open the throttles, and we’re flying. I feel the stress from everything melt away and feel free for the first time in a week. We make it to Betty’s in record time and are sitting there when Axel pulls in ten minutes later.

Sean hops off his bike and lays his helmet on the seat. “Took you long enough,” he says when Axel steps from the truck.

“You two ride like idiots. Let’s get this talk over with.”

“I’ll wait out here,” I say, taking a seat on the porch.

They nod and head inside without asking questions. It’s hard enough to be in Chelsea’s massive house, and Betty’s is much smaller. Five minutes later, Betty walks out onto the porch with a soft smile. She takes the chair next to me and looks out over the yard.

We found Betty almost a year after I joined the Saviors. She was in a bad situation and needed help. We helped her in exchange for her taking in the women and children we found from human trafficking. Since then, she’s become like a surrogate mother to all of us. We couldn’t do any of these rescues without her.

“How are you doing, Malakai?”

A lie is sitting on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow it down. “Not good, but better.”

“How’s Chelsea?”

“She’s perfect.”

“I can’t wait to meet the woman who took down the Saviors all in one swoop.”

I chuckle. “It takes a brave one, and she’s the bravest.”

She pats my arm, and I try not to flinch away from her. I’m trying to get my brain to recognize when I’m not in any danger so I don’t react. “Vivian has started to open up about what she went through. She went and talked to the cops the other day to keep them from showing up here. They’ve cleared her as a suspect because a guard there lied and said she wasn’t there at the time of the murder.”

I turn to look at her. “Did he see Sean and them go in?”

She shakes her head. “He was coming around the back side of the property when she was leaving and went in to check the house. He waited about an hour and then called to report it. Nolan scrubbed the cameras, so they won’t be able to find anything, right?”

I shrug. “Their faces weren’t visible anyway, but yeah. Do you know the guard’s name?”

“I think she said his last name is Brickman. I can’t remember the first name. What are your plans for her?”