Wild Rain: A Coastal Caribbean Adventure (Tyson Wild Thriller Book 5) by Tripp Ellis

Author:Tripp Ellis [Ellis, Tripp]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tripp Ellis
Published: 2019-08-04T16:00:00+00:00

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A getaway driver waited by the curb on a sport bike.

The thug darted across the sidewalk and hopped onto the back of the bike. The driver twisted the throttle, and the engine screamed. The bike launched down Oyster Avenue.

I pulled my helmet on, sprinted to my bike, and cranked the beast up. I nosed into the street, attempting to make a U-turn. Cars screeched and honked their horns. I twisted the throttle and banked around, chasing after the thugs.

I held on for dear life as the rocket between my legs blasted off. I weaved in and out of traffic, squeezing between cars, threading the needle down the dotted white line in between lanes at a terrifying pace.

If someone changed lanes, or opened their door, I was a dead man.

The thieves ran the light at Nance Street. They banked a hard left, and more horns honked.

I entered the intersection just as the other cars began moving again, narrowly avoiding disaster. Angry drivers laid on their horns and shouted obscenities.

My chest hugged the tank, and I kept my body low to reduce drag as I pegged the throttle. The exhaust growled, echoing down the street. I snaked through moving cars like they were standing still, chasing after the goons.

The back rider twisted his head over his shoulder. He saw me following them. He drew his pistol and took aim.

Muzzle flash flickered twice.

Two shots blasted down the avenue.

Most people can't hit jack shit with a pistol over a few feet. From the back of a moving vehicle, there was no chance this guy would have any accuracy.

I worried more about innocent pedestrians or motorists catching a stray bullet.

The light ahead turned yellow, then red, and they blasted through it.

I let off the throttle as I approached. Cars had already entered the intersection when I weaved through the traffic, causing more lockups and angry honks.

I pulled hard on the throttle again, and the X6 charged down the road. The front tire lifted from the ground slightly.

The thugs turned right down a side street, then a quick left.

The X6 handled like a dream. It took the corners like it was on rails.

The bike I was chasing was a 1000cc monster, putting down 300 hp. It was all I could do to keep up. He was a better driver too.

This was my first day back on a bike. It had been years. I was still a little rusty.

I hung tight as we weaved through the city.

The thug, riding bitch, angled his weapon at me and popped off a few rounds.

The bullets streaked past me.

The clouds rolled in, and a light rain began to fall. The fresh rain, mixed with the oil on the street, made for an extremely slick surface.

The thugs ran another light and took a hard left.

I blasted through the intersection after them and got a little too hard on the throttle coming out of the turn.

Even with traction control, it was too much.

Mixed with the slick surface, the back end lost traction. I tried to correct and lost the front end.

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