The blonde woman grumbled repeatedly, occasionally glancing back reflexively. Who knows if someone was following their speeding motorcycles. Several times, she heard blaring horns and curses from drivers ahead of them.

Gerald.

"We're heading out of town," he shouted.

"Whatever," Bella muttered, closing her helmet and following the rider's lead. Half an hour ago, when she felt hopeless and resigned to her fate, she heard a disturbing commotion.

Not wanting to be disturbed, she chose to ...