The roaring sound of Devil’s bike was the first thing that broke the silence of the night. Engines followed, one after another, the convoy of steel and thunder rattling the quiet Nevada streets. Highway Demons had rolled out like a war party, but this time they returned carrying something infinitely more fragile than the violence they were used to: Haru.
She was pale, her small frame slumped against the broad back seat of Devil’s Harley, arms weakly wrapped around his waist as if clinging to the last piece of safety she knew. Her breaths came shallow, uneven, and each bump on the asphalt road made her whimper in pain. Devil tightened one hand on the handlebars, the other pressed briefly over hers, grounding her before he throttled harder. He didn’t care if he broke traffic laws, if cops t
