Thank you all for your patience and understanding as to why I had to remove the previous chapters. Once again, I apologize for the mix-up with the chapters and I am still unaware as to how they were crossed during the posting.
I have combined chapters so the first four chapters will be posted as two chapters. Thank you all again for reading.
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The rush of adrenaline flooded the veins of the rider as he molded himself more to the bike. The bright street light illuminated the road clearly as he ripped around the corner at about 90mph. The bike dipped, almost merging with the asphalt but years of riding had honed his skill and dexterity. He easily brought the bike out of the turn only to increase the speed as he flew thought the intersection, merely milliseconds before the stop light turned red.
Feeling the adrenaline high he was on begin to dissipate, Storm began to decrease his speed. Another stop light was ahead but he was in no hurry to reach it. He wanted to cruise all the way home but the bike that flew past him had no such designs. Slowing down further, he observed the other biker, waiting to see if he would stop at the light.
The biker stopped. The street light at the corner of the road highlighted both the biker and the bike. Storm watched as the biker took off his helmet and long black hair fell down his back. Quickly glancing behind him, he became a she with an exotic profile. Her bike was blue; a Suzuki 1000 but before he could smile at her appreciation for Suzuki, she suddenly wrapped her hair around her hand and stuffed it back into her helmet before taking off, running the light. Immediately, flashing red and blue lights came on and Storm glanced back, as the police car passed him picking up speed.
His gut clenched and bile rose like a geyser in his stomach. He had a bad feeling about this chase and took off in pursuit. In what seemed like a matter of seconds, he passed the squad car but the rider was pushing hard, trying to get to the highway. She slowed to take the corner but not enough and was almost separated from her bike. Storm immediate slowed in front of the squad car forcing the cop to slow down before signaling for the officer to pull over.
The officer slammed the car door angrily. "What the hell are you doing? This is official police matter. Show me your license and registration now!" he demanded as Storm got off his bike.
"I am ADA Storm Monsello," Storm introduced himself reaching for his wallet. "I don't think it's a good idea to pursue that biker anymore. She was almost seriously hurt during that chase. Why are you after her? What did she do?"
The officer cursed under his breath.
'Fuck! Fucking interfering prick.'
He turned away knowing he had to get his emotions under control immediately. There was no way he was going to let some ADA report him to Internal Affairs for investigation. The girl was his and he was going to have her. Turning back to the car he realized he stopped in a dark area which obscured him nicely.
"She ran a light but I'll let her go. Just don't like reckless law breakers. Well, you have a nice night now and be careful."
The answer didn't sit well with Storm. "What is your name?" he asked but the officer hurriedly got into his car without answering. Storm shrugged, thinking the officer just didn't hear the question and was just trying to make his quota.
Parting ways, Storm resumed cruising on is Suzuki Hayabusa as his mind replayed the night's activities. Her bike was dark blue with light blue and neon yellow streaks. There was a dent on the left panel and he wondered how it got there. At home, he put his helmet on the kitchen counter and got a glass of water as he checked his phone for missed calls. There were two and both were from Audrey whom couldn't seem to take the hint that he wanted nothing to do with her anymore. Putting the phone down, he went to take a shower. As Storm lay in bed, his thought about this plans for the next day but his mind drifted to the biker. He wondered if she made it home safely. He wondered if he would see her again.
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Sally MacDonald hurriedly parked her bike at the back of the building and looked around carefully as she took off her helmet. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she hastily ascended the stairs to her apartment. After entering, she ran to the window and carefully moved the blinds, looking for any suspicious cars driving by, mainly police vehicles. The sudden knock at the door startled her but she moved towards it cautiously. Looking through the peephole she saw her neighbor Paul from the floor above. Opening the door, she went to the couch and sat, finally releasing the breath she'd been holding since the time of the chase.
"What happened to you?" Paul asked casually as he entered.
"Lock it please," Sally replied as she closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the couch.
Paul did as she asked and moved to sit beside her taking note of her behavior. "What happened?" he asked again, this time with more concern.
Sally took a deep breath before opening her eyes and beginning to speak. "Roger fired me because I wanted to leave early again tonight."
"What! That prick fired you?"
"Yeah, and when I left, some guy started following me."
"Wait what do you mean some guy was following you? Do you know who he is? Did you call the police? You have to..."
"I didn't call the police. I rode home as fast as I could."
"Sally, you have to call the police and report Roger to the authorities. He can't get away with this. You know the only reason he fired you is because you wouldn't strip in that shithole he calls a strip club. I don't know why you were working there anyway."
Sally looked over at Paul, "Because it was convenient for school and the tips helped with my expensive ass text books."
"You should have gotten financial aid..."
"I'm not going through this again, it's done."
Paul sighed noting the ending of the conversation. When she got like this, she shut down. Once again he thought about that tone she could take instantly, a commanding tone that left no room for discussion. She didn't use it often but it was always there just below the surface.
Sally's phone rang and she casually reached for it.
"Hi Rhonda, what's up?"
"Hey Sal, nothing much? What's going on?"
"I'm here."
"Hey I have a favor to ask. What are you doing tomorrow morning? What time to you have classes?"
"It's my late day, why?"
"Can you do one of my jobs for me tomorrow? It's real easy. The guy is nice and he likes his sheets changed every two days or so. Put the plates in the dishwasher if there's any in the sink and tidy up his bathroom. He lives alone and it'll only take about an hour or so. Pays thirty bucks. Wha-da ya say? Use the money for a book or something."
"I don't need any more books. I'll do it and you can keep the money. Text me the address."
"Thanks Sal, you're the best."
"Why can't you do it?"
"I have a new house to work and it's larger and paying more so I'm hoping I'll get it but I don't want to lose this since it's so easy."
"Okay, I hope you get it. Let me know."
"Will do...bye."
"Bye."
"Was that Rhonda?" Paul asked.
"Yeah...she wants me to help her out tomorrow," Sally answered, "what do you have to eat?"
"Nothing but we can order pizza if you like."
