Too Fast For Hope by Adair Rymer

Author:Adair Rymer [Rymer, Adair]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, MC
Publisher: Adair Rymer
Published: 2014-12-28T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

Star

Something that happened inside that ghost town post office had rattled Remy. It must have been the way that woman had died but I was way too afraid to ask him. I was afraid that he might tell. If a man made of barbed wire like Remy could be rattled then what hope was there for me? Whatever happened would've destroyed me. It was selfish but I was glad he had me wait across the street...

I knew I was in for a hell of a ride. Remy hadn't been on a bike since he was almost killed by that Steel Veins kill team. Eagerness exuded from him like someone stepping out from a jacuzzi surrounded in snow. When he started the bike's engine, he palmed the gas tank with a gentle reverence. I imagined that whichever angry, ruthless god Remy prayed to must have been comprised of gasoline, chrome, rubber and hellish fire.

The bike's sudden acceleration had broken my inertia as we pulled away from the Lobos and their interrogation. I'd only been on a bike a few times and always found it hard to prepare for that initial burst of speed.

The roads were packed dirt for a few miles but the second the back wheel hit real pavement, Remy opened the throttle up and we took off. Not like a bullet but more like a catapult. The Harley was much louder and had more of a sense of weight than Remy's Ninja. On Remy's old bike, half the time I couldn't tell if we were still on the road or if we had lifted off like a jet.

All in all, I liked the feel of this bike better, it felt more substantial but I definitely understood why he preferred the Asian style more. Where this bike felt like I was on a rapidly accelerating steam engine, his Ninja was like sitting on a rocket that was taking off! Not sitting, more like, holding-on-for-dear-fucking-life! It was the embodiment of white-knuckled, screaming, crying speed.

I wasn't as much of an adrenaline junkie as Remy was. I just loved the shrugging off of expectations and obligations that came with this lifestyle. I felt invincible... to a degree. Guns still scared the shit out of me. I didn't even kill the guy who ran for his bike earlier. I got a lucky shot off that shattered his hand preventing him from riding away and shooting back at me. It was the Lobos that finished him off as they rode in.

We traveled in a pocket of roaring wind and sound till we pulled into our crappy little motel with so much speed and sensory deprivation I had no idea how long of a ride it was, it really didn't matter. I closed my eyes most of the way to just focus on the rhythm of the ride.

I hadn't realized how much I missed being on a bike. I could only imagine how Remy felt.

Pushing open our door it struck me how absurd it all was.

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