The night bled chaos.
Rain hammered the asphalt, flooding the backroads as Devil’s Harley tore through the storm like a black bullet. Its roar split the darkness—echoing, desperate, wild. He gripped the handlebars so hard his knuckles went white, but his mind was a blur of panic and prayer.
Behind him, in the sidecar modified just for her, Haru gasped and writhed, clutching her belly through the contractions tearing through her body. Her face was pale, hair plastered to her skin, every breath a cry she tried to swallow.
“Hold on, baby,” Devil shouted over the wind and rain. His voice cracked. “We’re almost there! Just—just a few more miles!”
Haru didn’t answer. Her hand gripped the metal edge of the seat, trembling, and her other hand pressed against her stomach as if she could hold th
