“I don’t need your input or opinion, Luna.Learn to butt out.”
She smirks and shrugs.“Whatever.It’s your funeral.”
It’s my heart.
“Cool.I’m going to go sort it out right now.Then Piers can fuck off back to wherever he came from.”I stop.“Don’t those NDAs need witnesses?”
Luna gestures around her.
“We’re surrounded by upstanding witnesses.”Shooing me away with her hand, Luna smiles.“Go.Get it done.It’s for the best.”
I miss my motorcycle, but Piers was right.Harleys are not heavy terrain bikes.They are designed to eat mile after mile of tarmac without breaking a sweat.Reaching the road, I pause, moving my head around to hear all the noises from the happy holidaymakers.
The sound of a two-stroke engine draws my attention.Strange.It’s not coming from any of the normal spots where visitors like to hang out.The squeal of kids splashing in the water comes from the jetty.
Guess I’ll start there.
I have to use my Harley as camouflage so I can get away with wearing the helmet during the day.The machine purrs and throbs between my thighs when I start the engine; a satisfying sensation for a black-hearted speed demon like me.
There’s a woman sitting on the edge of the jetty with a sunhat on.She’s a mom, for sure, all the way down to the bottle of sunscreen by her side and those water bottles with cartoons on them.In a mellow mood, just chilling, enjoying the late afternoon sun.
She looks up when she hears the motorcycle, swiveling around so she can judge my body language more accurately.I hear her call out to the kids in the water.
“Stay where you are, darlings, and simmer down.”
She doesn’t want them close to me.
Clueless myop.I don’t like children on my diet.They are strictly in the same category as men.“Ugh” as Aila would say.
I cut the engine, and the stand goes down, but my helmet doesn’t come off as I approach the jetty.
One of the fucking kids was playing too hard in the water and didn’t listen to what their mother said.Emerging from underneath the water surface, they see me coming closer and scream.
“Mommy!Mommy!It’s a monster!”
Flopping around in the water, their shrill screams break the peaceful nature surrounding us.
The myop gets embarrassed, but she’s not too apologetic on behalf of her kids.I’m infringing on her space.I get it.
“Er… hello?Can I help you?Are you lost?My boyfriend’s around.He’ll be back just now.”
“It’s a spaceman monster!”one of the kids shouts from the creek, sounding pretty damn chuffed with himself for coming up with that description.
The mom looks annoyed.“Hello?Can you remove your helmet please?You’re scaring my children.”
“Where’s Piers?”
The woman stands up, which makes her feel less intimidated by my height.She spends a lot of time pulling the hem of her flimsy poolside garment down over her thighs and then pushing her feet into some slippers.
“You know Piers?”
Biting back a growl of frustration, I nod.I’m all out of polite fucking affirmatives.
“He’s gone exploring.”She looks back to check that her two kids are still okay in the water before pointing down the road.“He went that way.”
Tilting my head to one side, I am curious.That way is towards the Farmers’ house.Definitely not a holiday destination.Mikey Farmer, like his dad before him, is one of those preppers.He makes his money selling prep kits at gun shows around the country.Plus, he’s got a nice little side hustle in illegal arms sales.All standard Midnight Rider approved activities.
“On the quadbike?”
