DeaconBy the way Ryan was driving the van again, something bad had happened in the back. I’d winced, listening to Katie’s screams. It sounded like they’d had a fight, and the sides of the van had actually rocked back and forth on the pavement. For a moment, it had come dangerously close to tipping over. But now Ryan was gunning the van off towards the south, faster than ever before, and I was struggling to keep up.
The sun was peeking through a hazy layer of early morning clouds, and I knew that I had to act fast or else Ryan would know he had three very angry bikers chasing after him. Gritting my teeth, I gripped my handlebars and forced my bike forwards on the road. I knew he couldn’t see me, but it was damn frustrating trying to outrun someone who didn’t even know that he had a captive
