Truck Stopped: Satan's Devils MC #11 by Manda Mellett

Author:Manda Mellett [Mellett, Manda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781912288465
Publisher: Trish Haill Associates
Published: 2019-08-19T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Truck…

I’m riding my bike.

I feel like a kid the first time he has the training wheels taken off. It’s like every good thing that’s happened to me in my life is represented in this one moment, as I zoom out of the gate and down the track leading to the main road. I’d love to open the throttle and go on for miles, but know that isn’t the sensible thing to do. Already I can feel my left ankle protesting at having to hold the unfamiliar position on the foot peg. It goes through my mind that some sort of stirrup could hold it in place and might help, especially on a long journey. I’d just have to be able to easily slip my foot in and out of it, but that shouldn’t be an issue.

Indicating my intention to Slick, I sweep around wide at the end of the track, and all too soon am heading up the other way. I feel as triumphant as though I’ve conquered the world. The horror of my accident, the image of my death hovering in front of me, the fear of being disabled, the dread of living with my scars, all fades.

I’m riding my bike.

What more could I want?

I’ve got Allie, my vision is improving every day, and now, to top it all, I can ride again. I practice the gear changes. They seem smooth as silk, and not as hard to get used to as I feared. No extra strain on my left arm at all.

The open gate is in front of me. I ride straight through, stopping next to Blade and Peg, then throw a nod of appreciation to Slick who’s already wheeling his bike back into the shop.

Where’s Allie?

I kick down the stand and leave my bike where it is, not wanting to try to manoeuvre it around just yet, knowing Blade will take care of parking it for me, then scan, trying to find the one person I want to share my triumph with.

“Allie’s not well,” Blade explains. “She’s sick. Over there.” He points to a hunched over figure. “I did try and help, but I think the poor girl’s embarrassed and wants to be left alone.”

Sick?

Blade raises his chin and jerks his head. I leave my bike in his hands, and go over to see her.

She jumps as my hand lands gently on her back.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Truck. Must be something I ate.”

“Let’s get you back to the suite.”

I can’t remember seeing Allie poorly before, but I suspect she’s right. Something she’s consumed has disagreed with her. Have to admit I’m still on a high from being back on my bike, and most of my mind is on that and not her.

We just about make it back to the suite when she disappears into the bathroom again. I try to tune out the retching sounds—who likes to hear someone else being sick?—and go back over the short ride in my head.

I hadn’t gone far, but my eyesight hadn’t given me any problems at all.

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