Forceful Biker Daddy by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER ONE

Annie

Run.

That was the only text I got from my brother Axle. There wasn’t any explanation behind it. I was in the middle of cooking spaghetti for dinner for the two of us, but when I got that text, I shut off the stove and grabbed a bag to gather essentials from our little apartment. Something must be seriously wrong if Axle was telling me to run. There was no use calling him to ask for more information. He would have given it if he could.

I gathered clothes, food, water, a first aid kit, and a small gun into the bag. I hesitated before I walked out the door. I should just take essentials, but I had no idea when I was going to be back. If I was ever coming back.

Before I could think better about it, I grabbed a picture of Axle and me and my small teddy bear, Moonbell. She was the only remnant of my childhood, and I wanted to keep her for as long as I could.

As I walked out of the apartment, I caught a glimpse of Demon gang members in the hall, guns drawn. I turned away and walked quickly to the stairs.

“Hey!” One of them shouted at me. “Annie!”

Shit. I broke into a run and they started firing. Bullets flew around me. By some miracle, they missed. I silently thanked whoever decided to send the two worst shots in the gang after me.

I ran down the stairs, taking two at a time, all the way to the ground floor. I burst outside and saw their motorcycles parked. I grabbed my gun and shot their tires before hopping on my little bicycle. I silently cursed myself for not letting Axle buy me a car for my birthday. I needed to get out of Newbury as quickly as possible and a bicycle was going to make it a lot harder.

I started pedaling. I kept my hood up so no one could see my face and I kept to the side roads whenever possible as I biked out of town. My thighs ached from the strain. I usually only biked five miles at a time, just to run errands, or to go to the library where I was attending online classes. I was easily biking twice that distance just to get to the outskirts of town.

I wished I knew what had happened. Axle joined the Demons when we were kids to keep us from living on the streets. He always kept me as far away from them as possible. He told me to never trust them for anything.

I knew he did more for the gang than anyone else in order to keep me out of their brothels. The strain was obvious every time he came home. If they were after me now, it was because he refused to do something. I couldn’t imagine what would make him flip on them now. I only hoped he got out okay. He was the only family I had left.

I reached the outskirts of Newbury as the streets and houses turned into forest. It wouldn’t be long until I reached the town’s boarder. I could relax a little once I was out of Demon territory.

I heard the dull roar of motorcycles behind me and I swerved for the tree line just before a shot rang out. My arm seared with pain and I clenched my jaw. My vision started to blur from the pain, but I blinked it away. I needed to focus if I was going to get out of here alive.

The forest was thick, too thick for motorcycles unless they wanted to wreck them. Even on my bike, I was dodging branches that brushed against my head and arms. They would have to follow on foot to catch me here.

The problem was I was spent. My muscles were screaming at me to stop. My front tire hit a rock and my bike flew. I crashed onto the ground with a grunt.

They would be following me on foot. I didn’t have a lot of time before they caught up. I stumbled a few feet away from my bike and started to gather up leaves and sticks from the forest floor. Lying on the ground with my bag right next to me, I put the dirt and leaves over me to hide. I could feel dirt getting into the wound and I grimaced. I would have to clean that out later, but I couldn’t worry about that now. I could hear footsteps in the distance.

I made myself stay still and silent as they came closer. The Demons after me reached my bike. “Move out,” one of them said. “She couldn’t have gone far.”

I held my breath as they walked close to me. They were only a few feet away from my hiding spot.

Then they walked right past me. Their footsteps faded away. I stayed silent for several seconds after they left before I let myself cry.