Chapter 110: Dont Get Attached
(MILES)
Arlo presses the gas pedal and the bike jerks forward. We stumble and almost fall because neither of us has an idea how to ride a dirt bike. Somehow, Arlo manages to keep the bike upright and we speed towards the front of the cabin. The acrid smell of gas and burning motor oil fills my nostrils as we gear towards the road.
As soon as we pass the cabin, two men in fitting black suits appear, running out of the cabin with their guns drawn. Arlo guns the motor and the speeds past them. The roar of the engine is so loud that I can barely hear anything. At this point, I fully expect to feel a bullet rip through my flesh.
I should have done the right thing earlier and leave Arlo behind to distract them by driving off the dirt bike, yet here I am clinging precariously to him as he speeds on the rocky road winding down the mountains.
Minutes later when a bullet doesn’t tear through me, I glance over my shoulder and notice the SUV in the distance, dust churning from its tires as it follows fast behind us. The fact that the road is uneven works to our advantage because we can go through the ruts and the dips faster than the big car. Even then, our balance is off and we almost tip severally. I glance back again and notice that the SUV has gained ground.
"Shit, they’re closing in on us," I yell.
Arlo speeds up. I hug his slim waist tighter as the wind slaps against my face. How he managed to get the bike running is still beyond me. It was a foolish move to keep trying when we were in immense danger. Thankfully, he succeeded. I don’t want to begin to imagine what would have happened had he failed. Even now, Daltons guys didn’t hesitate to shoot at us. This is past being interested in capturing us hostage. They want to kill us.
Arlo manages to pull far ahead of the vehicle until we lose sight of them. I don’t want to jinx myself by hoping for the best too soon, but thanks to Arlo, we might actually make it down the mountain alive.
Soon enough when we reach the main road, Arlo shocks me when he turns to go further ahead of the mountain instead of going down.
"What the hell are you doing?" I ask.
"I’m sure they expect us to go down the mountain. I’m trying to throw them off." He says huskily. His voice carries to me over the wind. He leans forward and speeds up the road, carrying us further and further away from the city. "Trust me, Miles."