“Wait, I didn’t say that I would do this,” Sage interrupted the celebrating and excitement.
“See, she’s fucking chicken,” Clay added as he eyed her over.
Sage stared at him and his pompous brother who thought they were the best of the best. Maybe it was time to set them in their place?
She slowly began to unzip her sweater, the guys watched, knowing she had a set on her. She was no longer a gawky, flat-chested teenage girl from the hoods of Detroit. She was well endowed and muscular from always working so hard and working out at Dalton and Hank Lewis’s martial arts dojo. Blake, Bryant, Quinn, and Kenny, her adopted dads, insisted that she learn how to fight and defend herself.
The whistles started as she pulled off the sweater and tossed it to Davie.
“Who has a jumpsuit for me to wear?” she asked, with her hands on her hips, her short shorts hugging her ass and toned thighs as the guys stared at her drooling.
“Use mine. It will be big, but hey, I’m willing to let you use it ’cause thinking about your body in it will keep my engine revving the next time I put it on,” Corey teased, as he pulled a second jumpsuit in black out of a duffle bag.
“Are you sure about this, Sage?” Lenny asked as she took the jumpsuit and began to step into it.
“If you have a hundred to put down, do it. That’s how sure I am,” she told Lenny, and he shook his head.
“That woman has a death wish.”
The five of them got on their bikes and started the engines. Out at the edge of town through the woods and trails, no one could hear the echo, the roar of their engines. Sage took a deep breath. The smell of gasoline, grease in the air, and the firm, hard metal between her legs fed her adrenaline. She would show those Greenway and Jacobs boys that she was not a woman to mess with.
She revved the engine and prepared to follow Bobby through the makeshift route, but once they headed back toward the clearing, she was going to leave him in the dust.
Amanda pulled off the bandana from around her neck, conveniently red. The woman watched too many movies about racing. She lifted it and then threw it down as they all took off.
Sage felt her heart racing fast. It was pounding inside her chest and in all honesty, the Kawasaki she rode was high end, over eleven thousand dollars and faster than the older Honda she used.
They were moving at a high speed once they exited the woods and the long fields before picking up on the highway, past seventy miles per hour and surprisingly the ride was smooth. They gunned it on the highway and she was grateful no troopers were on patrol. But considering this baby did 130 miles per hour, she wasn’t worried about losing them. Getting busted by Wyatt and Kenny would be worse. As they came down the long run outside of town, a deputy car came out of nowhere, sirens blaring and racing to catch up to them.
“Oh shit.” She revved up the engine, going a little faster. If Wyatt, Kenny, or any of them caught her, Lena and her men were going to be pissed off.
As they passed the sheriff’s department, she saw Wyatt and a few deputies plus two other huge guys she had never seen before.
She was utterly shocked when Bobby and Clay headed straight through town as Bill and Corey cut through the side street obviously giving up on winning the race and focused on not getting busted.
She had no choice now as they dodged cars and pedestrians and more deputy cars followed.
She was heading out of town, when the deputy cars were moving up on them fast. Bobby skidded to the right, nearly slamming into the patrol car, and Clay to the left.
“Oh shit!” Sage did a wheelie, not intentionally as she screamed but somehow maintained control of the super fast motorbike and gunned it off road and up the rough terrain. Instantly she lost the deputies, and made her way straight through to the meet-up place. Submerged amongst the deep greenery of the woods, she slowed down, looked over her shoulder, and saw that she had lost the cops and the others. As she sped through the woods, she skidded out in front of her group of friends. They were cheering and then looking for the others.
“Hide the bike. The deputies were chasing us,” she yelled as she pulled off her helmet, and then quickly stepped out of the jumpsuit.
Lenny and Dave rolled the bike deeper into the woods, as Sissy, Mary, and Amanda shoved her jumpsuit into the duffle bag and threw it into Davie’s truck.
“Holy shit. You won. You beat them!” Amanda cheered.
“We better get the heck out of here,” Lenny stated just as they heard the motorcycles coming from the far end of the woods. They turned and looked. There were Bobby and Clay.
They were laughing as they got off their bikes and then hooting and hollering as Bobby grabbed Sage, lifted her up, and twirled her around in a circle.
“Holy shit, girl. You are fearless.”
“What the hell happened?” Lenny asked, and the guys explained.
“Then she did a fucking wheelie in front of the sheriff’s building with the sheriff and deputies outside of it. It’s all over the radio,” Clay added.
“It was not in front of the sheriff’s office,” she corrected them.