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Coming way too fucking close to touching the back of my bike.

“What the fuck?” I yell, twisting slightly to try and see who the fuck is behind me. I hold my arm out and gesture for him to pass me. But I don’t think it’ll do anything.

The sedan stays on my ass.

Shit.

“What’s going on?” Lennon yells, her voice barely audible above the sound of the bike. I shake my head and give her hand another squeeze as I pull the throttle back.

“Don’t know yet.”

There is a road coming up and I take it as fast as I safely can without turning on my blinker and the sedan is hot on my heels, his tires squealing as he turns down the road after me.

Fuck.

“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” I call to her as I pull the throttle back and whip down the road faster. Her arms tighten around me and her hand splays flat against my chest. She can feel my heart racing, pounding against her palm.

“Are we being followed?”

I clench my teeth and nod before yelling back to her, “Yeah, looks that way. Just hang on.”

A red truck is in front of me and there is a semi coming toward us in the other lane. Pulling the throttle back, I swerve to the right of the truck, passing him on the side of the road. The old man behind the wheel is yelling and gesturing wildly to me but I don’t give a shit about him.

My focus is on the sedan.

It follows behind me, half of its wheels tearing up the grass on the side of the road as he passes the truck the same way I did. The old man realizes he’s also being passed by the sedan and slams on his brakes, allowing it to get back on the road behind me.

“Goddamn it,” I hiss through clenches teeth.

I need to get us back to the compound.

There is another road up ahead that will lead us back to the compound. I take it too fucking fast. The bike leans hard and scrapes something behind us. The back tire slips.

Fuck.

Lennon’s body lurches against mine and the handlebars jerk violently in my hands.

Shit.

No.

I shift my weight and ease off the throttle, pressing against the handlebars just enough to bring the bike back beneath us.

My stomach lurches.

The tires catch again and we shoot upright, wobbling toward the opposite shoulder. Lennon’s chest is heaving against my back, her grip around me iron tight and my heart is thundering in my ears.

I finally steady the bike and check the mirror.

Fuck.

The sedan is still behind us.

“You okay, baby?” I yell to my girl as I pull the throttle back again, sending us forward. She nods against my back but her hold on me doesn’t loosen. The rest of the world falls away. My only focus is the road in front of us, Lennon and the sedan following us.

Fuck.

He’s too goddamn close.