THE DUCHESS
The sound and smell of motorbikes is addictive. The feel of the road, the feel of the bike, all of it. I love it. I couldn’t help but smile as we tore up the motorway, it was almost enough to forget the reason for the trip in the first place.
We had a four hour ride ahead of us. Three hours up boring-ass motorways followed by an hour through beautiful countryside. We’d hardly gone fifty miles when I saw Shorty make our signal for needing fuel.
I directed everyone off at the next service station, shut off my engine, and got ready to rip her a new one. “Shorty! Why didn’t you fill up before we left?”
She glanced over at one of Rogue’s boys, a shy grin on her face.
“Seriously, Shorty?! f**k one of Rogue’s boys, be my guest. How did you forget to fill up?!”
I shook my head a
