Some roads lead nowhere.
- Part Four -
[["Abel .. Abel .. Abeeeeeeel"
Lydia's voice started to get louder in my ear and I could feel her tugging on the back of my kutte, Glancing from the left then to the right side mirrors, Once I made sure that we weren't being followed by the motherfuckers who just tried to kill us and there were no cars, I slowly manoeuvred my bike onto the side of the road, cutting the engine and allowed Lydia to get off first, before I kicked my legs over the side and paced a little, needing to stretch them. I had no idea how long we'd been riding for or even where we were. I left Lydia alone for a while to let her wrap her head around everything that had just happened.
"We nearly died back there … who /were/ they? .. what did they want? OhMyGosh, are they looking for us? We're dead .. if they find us they're going to kill us, we'll never see our families again .."
Jesus christ why are all women so fucking dramatic? I watched Lydia pace up and down in the middle of the goddamn road, as well before she decided that she didn't want to stand anymore and just sat the fuck down. Reaching inside my Kutte I pulled out my last pack of cigarettes, I slide one between my lips and reached for my lighter. Thank fuck this chick didn't smoke or I'd be even more screwed than I already was. Shaking my head, I tried to figure out how Lydia of all people got mixed up in this, I mean if she was freaking out now, imagine her reaction to meeting the rest of my family.
The images of Gemma or my mother Wendy, sitting her down and trying to explain our way of life caused a burst of laughter to fall from my lips, Lydia's horrified expression did nothing but make me laugh more until I was almost sitting on the road with her, It's only when I suddenly felt a sharp sting I realised that I had burnt myself with the cigarette.]]
What the fuck …
[[Taking the last puff before I dropped it and squashed the bud with the toes of my shoes, dusting off the ashes to reveal a whole now in my jeans. That pulled me a little out of my thoughts and back to reality. I moved into the road where Lydia was sitting and knelt down.]]
First, Darlin' … You gotta get outta the road before we become road kill …
[[As I tried to help her up, she pulled away from me in anger and confusion, but at least she moved.
"You want me to trust you, but you won't tell me anything and just laugh at me like I'm some joke. … What is going on and why aren't you as freaked out as I am? They shot at us and tried to kill us? Doesn't that scare you? We got no phones to call our parents and nowhere to sleep tonight."
She had a point, until I knew who those guys were or how they found us, we couldn't trust anyone. Meaning that we had to figure this out together, They could have slipped a tracker onto my bike too, which meant, No credit card or debit cards, no phones and now we were going to have to get rid of my bike too … We were so royally screwed, as if to make things worse; my gun was almost out of bullets and I didn't have extra magazines on me. I wasn't going to tell Lydia any of this for obvious reasons. Her freaking out was only going to make it that much harder to laylow.]]
I honestly don't know. I'm guessing those guys were there for you for a reason, they're clearly had no interested in me which leaves me to think it's got nothin' to do with our club. I'm not scared, yes; we're kinda fucked at this time. But, I've been through worse and we'll figure this out. For now though it means not talking to your family, no phones, no credit cards and we're gotta ditch my bike in case they've put a tracker on it. I have an idea, but you gotta stay calm Lydia. Freaking out only puts more attention on us and makes it harder to stay off their radar.
[["We can just go to the police, I mean they'll understand right?"
Scoffing in response this poor girl seriously had /no idea/ what kind of world she entered, and even if for the craziest reason I listened to her, I had no idea where the nearest police station is or if the cops were on the Bikers pay roll and tipped them off that we were there, we'd be the easiest fucking ducks for them to get too. Adamantly, shaking my head, I motioned once more for the bike.]]
No. Fucking. Way.., we don't know if we can trust the cops. They could be on the payroll and let them know where we are. C'mon, darlin'. I saw a sign for a gas station not far from here, we'll fill this baby up, use what little cash we got to get some food and go look for a place we can crash for a couple of days until I can figure out our next move.
[[We were sitting ducks on the side of the road and if my ol' man was here, I was sure he'd have slapped me across the head and told me he taught me better than to stay out in the open. I chuckled at the thought, knowing that by now SAMCRO would know something was up and would hopefully be looking for us, but probably so would Lydia's folks and if they had a lot of cash, (Which makes sense on why they'd want Lydia so bad.) it would mean the cops, media and those assholes would be looking for us too. I couldn't risk either of our lives by waiting for my club. Pausing briefly once Lydia was on the back of my bike and holding on, I gave her leg a reassuring tap.]]
Relax, Sweetheart. My Club will know shits gone down by now and be looking for us, I promise you're safe with me…
