“Move out of my way.”
“Fine, it’ll be your funeral.”
I brush past Josh, straight to my motorcycle.
I grip the handle of Art’s bike.“Wait!”
“Back off,” he says.
“Don’t do this.”
Trevor clasps me around the waist to forcibly remove me.Art starts the engine then zooms down the street.
“I can’t believe you’re letting this happen.”
“Do you honestly think anyone can stop him when he sets his mind to do something?” Trevor asks.
“Chill, Cin. Danny isn’t a psycho. He’ll chicken out at the last second,” Bri assures me.
“And Art is?” I ask.
“Well, yeah,” Bri says.
“We’re going to miss the action,” Lilah exclaims.
“This is a serious situation, and that’s all you can say?” Anneli asks.
“It’s not too late to put a stop to this madness.” I run towards Trevor’s truck, jumping in the passenger seat. “Come on!” I yell over my shoulder.
Once Anneli, Lilah, and Bri pile into the back seat, Trevor speeds down the road. Everyone else has already left. By the time we make it to the destination of tonight’s fuckery, the opponents are positioned at opposite ends on the road.
“It‘s too late,” I say.
We’re out of the truck in seconds to join the rest of the group in a grassy area on the side of the road.
They take off when Aiden lifts his fist in the air. I don’t think I’ve ever been this scared in my life. Smoke billows as the wheels of Art’s motorcycle spin on the concrete. My eyes are riveted on him. Though the scene before me unfolds in slow motion, it only takes moments for them to reach each other. Danny jerks his Mustang to the left at the last possible second, clipping the end of the bike. I scream when the Mustang crashes into a tree and Art is flung from his motorcycle. His body rolls across the pavement along with the motorcycle creating bright sparks illuminating the darkness as it slides sideways down the asphalt. Lilah and Bri follow me over to Art while the rest check on Danny. Art pushes himself to a sitting position, so maybe he isn’t hurt too badly. I notice that his face is covered in abrasions when I kneel at his side.
“You fucking moron! You could’ve been killed,” I shout.
Blood trickles from his mouth. “Would you care if I was?”
Bri laughs. The bitch actually laughs. “I knew you wouldn’t let Danny show you up.”
I tackle her to the ground in a blind rage. We roll across the ground, pulling hair and slapping at each other. Trevor drags me off of her, gripping tightly to prevent further attack while Josh holds Bri back.
“What the fuck is your issue?” she screams.
“You are.”
“We have to get Danny to a hospital. He’s hurt really bad,” Dex says.
Damn, I forgot about him. A groaning Danny is being held up by Aiden and Zeke. His arm dangles at an odd angle and his face is a bloody mess.
“We are so fucked. How are we going to explain this?” Robbie yanks his hand through his hair.
“Use my truck to drive the girls to Bri’s house,” Josh orders me. “Trevor, we’ll use your truck to take Danny to the hospital. We can think of a lie on the way.”
Bri jerks her arm away from Josh before stomping to the truck and slamming the door closed once she’s inside.
