[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]I weave in between the cars, searching windows for Amy's face, or maybe even
somebody I might recognize from the fight. It feels like I'm searching for a needle in a
haystack here, but I have to try. No matter what, I have to keep fighting. Guess that
whole, you never know how precious something is until you lose it phrase is true. I'm
missing Amy so fierce my chest feels like it's about to explode. I was nice today, but I
wasn't nice enough. When Amy told me she was pregnant, I should've pulled her to me
and told her I was happy, that there ain't a single other woman on this earth that I'd want
to have a baby with. I should've told her I love you.
Beck, I'm an idiot.
I know you are, brother, and that's okay. A good woman can cure any ailment. I sigh
into the mic.
And I'm a shitty motherfucking leader.
You're an inexperienced one. There's a big difference there, Sparks. Do you think I'd be
putting my life on the line for you if I didn't think you could do this? Fuck, I'd kick your
ass off the throne and put Kimmi there if I didn't believe you capable.
You're a good friend, Beck, I say, almost grudgingly.
And you're a Goddamn brownnoser. Let's find Amy and be done with this, alright?
Amen, I whisper, jerking my bike to the right, sliding across traffic like a ghost. That's
one of the nice things about riding a motorcycle you become oblivious to the rest of the
driving world. I speed ahead of Beck, crouching low, struggling to hold back the rush of
adrenaline that's coursing through my veins. At this moment, I have no outlet for it. I've
got to keep it bottled in until it's time to let loose.
I swing around a semi, and end up a few cars ahead of Beck, traveling along at speeds
that are most definitely not going to fall within any legal limit. The road stretches out
before me, numbing me to the situation and wrapping my soul up in the moment. Wind
teases my shoulders, cutting through my leather jacket with knives that wake me up and
make my memory so sharp it could cut. I see Amy bending over that Road King bike back
in the day, so innocent but desperate to get out. I see myself, getting wrapped up in her
mind, sweeping in and taking over. I've been thinking only of me, but it's really Amy
whose life has changed the most.
I squeeze my hands so tight that they hurt, rocketing forward, eyes scanning the cars
around me. I could get lucky here, catch a glimpse of Amy and act a hero savin' her from a
fate worse than death. Instead, I get a phone call. I pull over to the side of the road,
skidding into the gravel with a curse and a call to Beck over the intercom. My helmet
comes off and I answer the phone without looking at the number.
Austin Sparks. It's a voice I recognize. Goddamn it. Margot Tempe. Our rat is back and
apparently quite eager to piss me the fuck off. I know you're following me, but it has to
stop. I'm not going to hurt Amy, but I need you to listen to me. My first urge is to tell her
to piss the hell off, but that's not going to help my woman, and that's all that matters to
me. At least we're on the right track. If she knows I'm following her, then we must've
either passed her or shown up in her rearview mirror, right?
What do you want, Margot? I ask, wishing I had taken Beck's advice and shot the
woman in the back of the damn head. But that wasn't the right decision to make, and I
still stand before my original choice. I listen to the pause on the line, and I just know she
didn't come up with this plan all on her own. Why Amy?
It's not really about Amy, Austin, she tells me as I scrub my fingers through my hair
in a frustrated gesture. Beck slides in next to me and lifts his visor. I wave him away,
gesturing at the highway with my left hand. Luckily, we've been friends long enough that
he understands what I'm trying to say. Beck nods, puts his helmet back in place and takes
off, merging into the traffic like a dancer or some shit. This is about us.
Who the fuck is us? I ask, resisting the urge to make quotation marks with my
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