Page 76 of Gang of Roses: Rebel

Dice frowned. “The fuck is that?”

We made our way to the front window, and two riders stood beside our motorcycles. Their faces were completely hidden behind black-tinted helmets. Matching riding jackets hugged their bodies, while armored gloves, riding pants, and boots made it impossible to tell whether they were men or women. One rider slowly ran a gloved hand across my bike before casually swinging a leg over it. The other settled onto Kash’s motorcycle like it belonged to them.

Dice’s jaw tightened. “Nah...”

I blinked. “Are they trying to steal our bikes?”

Kash didn’t answer. She was already storming toward the front door. Then, she flung it open.

“AYE!”

Both riders turned their helmets toward us but never climbed off their bikes. Dice stepped beside Kash and pulled her Glock from behind her back. The warning shot exploded through the quiet neighborhood. The bullet slammed into the pavement a few feet in front of them, sending chunks of concrete flying into the air.

The sound echoed down the street, instantly draining the neighborhood of what little peace it had left. Every muscle in my body tensed as I waited to see what they’d do next. One wrong move and bullets would be flying from every direction.

To my surprise, neither one flinched. Instead, they slowly lifted their hands in surrender.

“Easy,” one of them said, their voice muffled beneath the helmet. “We’re unarmed.”

The second rider nodded. “Damn... y’all always greet guests like this?”

Dice wasn’t impressed. “Guests don’t throw a leg over my muthafuckin’ bike.”

The first rider tilted their helmet toward the second. “I told you this was a bad idea.”

“Nah,” the other replied. “I think we’re making a great first impression.”

Kash folded her arms. “Y’all got three seconds to explain yourselves before my sister puts the next bullet in one of y’all.”

The two riders looked at each other.

One gave a small shrug. “Told you.”

The other chuckled beneath the helmet. “Worth it.”

I frowned. “Either y’all the dumbest thieves I’ve ever met, or y’all ain’t here to steal shit.”

Neither rider answered. They just stood there with their hands raised, completely calm, like they weren’t staring down the barrel of Dice’s gun.

“I know y’all ain’t stupid enough to think I’m playing,” Dice warned.

One rider shrugged. “We don’t.”

The other nodded. “You got good aim?”

Dice smirked. “You wanna see great aim?”

Without taking their eyes off us, the riders stepped away from the bikes. Kash and I spread out, boxing them in from both sides.

“There,” Kash said. “Nowhere left to go.”

One rider looked around before chuckling beneath the helmet. “Welp. I’d say we’re officially caught.”

The second rider laughed. “Looks like it.”

Dice raised her gun another inch. “Take the damn helmets off.”

The two riders exchanged a look before reaching up at the same time. Then the helmets came off. Long hair spilled over both of their shoulders.