Smart kid.
“Why do you wear jeans and leather? It’s really hot.”
I nearly laughed but my side was aching from where I hit the ground and I held back a groan. “I’m a biker. I like to ride motorcycles.”
She pursed her lips. “I think you should stop doing that. You’re hurt and so is the other man over there.” She pointed to the body. “He’s not waking up.”
Fuck. My memory was starting to return, and I worried this girl and her family were in danger. The Scorpions were probably looking for me and Keys. It wasn’t safe.
The sound of multiple motorcycles approaching caught everyone’s attention.
“Honey, what are you doing!?” The girl’s father snatched her up and headed for their car.
“What are we going to do?” The mother asked, standing outside one of the doors.
“We’ll stop and call at the next exit. We’ve got to go. Hear those motorcycles? Trouble is coming!”
The girl and her parents were inside and the car peeling away fast as I sighed. Their reaction wasn’t a surprise. Maybe it was the Scorpions. Maybe my brothers had finally found me and Keys.
I wasn’t able to move so I lay there, staring up at the sky.
It was overcast. The sun wasn’t bright. Hidden behind multiple clouds, looked like a storm was rolling in. Didn’t make a lot of sense. The girl had been surrounded in sunlight. The beams were golden and super bright.
Sighing, I clutched that silly brown stuffed bear to my chest and tried to breath through the pain that was slowly spreading throughout my entire body. Every cell felt damaged. Every single muscle strained to the point of agony. My chest rose and fell slowly as I breathed in and out and waited for the motorcycles to approach.
There was a gun inside my cut. Somehow, it must have been overlooked. How it remained close after all that happened, I didn’t have a clue. Even after I was hit by that damn car. That was some supernatural shit right there.
This was really turning out to be the worst couple of days of my entire life.
Save one. But I wasn’t letting my father’s death creep in right now.
Reaching for my weapon, I held it against my chest. I wasn’t going out like a little bitch on the side of the highway. If the Scorpions were back, I was taking a few of those motherfuckers with me on my way out.
Memories of my interaction with Lucifer began to emerge and I couldn’t help my grin. I’d survived. Up to now, at least. He kept to his end of the bargain. I wasn’t dead.
The thought of cashing in on my need for retribution made me smile. Acid was the first on my hit list. Razr was second. Those assholes were living on borrowed time.
“You look like fuckin’ death,” a familiar voice bellowed as I looked up and grunted, looking directly into Exorcist’s amused expression. “Suppose we should take your ugly ass to a hospital or some shit.”
“Fuck!”
The curse came from Mammoth. His booming voice cried out with anger and pain.
He found Keys.
“Keys and Lockjaw,” I managed to reply as my body relaxed. I wasn’t in any danger. My brothers were here. I could let the control slip for a few minutes.
“Yeah, I know, my brother. We’re gonna sort this shit out. Promise.”
I wanted to nod but I wasn’t going to remain conscious much longer.
“Where’s Papa?”
He shook his head. “Accident. Colter is hurt.”
Papa’s son? We were only a few years apart. Colter was a close friend.
“Shit,” I cursed.