When Damon revealed the bike I was gobsmacked.
It was a beautiful Harley Davidson. The bike paintwork was even more spectacular. It was a dragon each of its legs was stretched out at each bar connecting to the wheels. Its silver wings were folded neatly by its side and flying out of the silver dragons toothy mow were gold and blue flames.
Beautiful can't even describe this bike enough.
"How fast?"
"Enough to kill."
"Age?"
"Not too old."
God, I was so sick of his short answers.
"How much."
"Free, if you slow down the questions. But you still owe me and look after the bike with care.
"You sure?"
"Yes, now to find your father."
"Shouldn't he be with yours?" I asked as we made our way back to the house.
Damon smiled while dusting off his black clothes. "Charlie was by himself when you met him so I'll say the Movie Room."
Sure enough, my father was chanting at the largest T.V I have ever seen in my life. Watching the screen while chanting at his favourite sports game, lacrosse.
As expected it was almost impossible to take him home.
A note from me sorry for stopping writing. I had major writer's block. Guys should I have may chapter longer?