Indivisible (Steel Talons Motorcycle Club Book 3) by Evelyn Glass

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CHAPTER NINETEEN
     
    It wasn’t raining yet, but the wind was whipping hard, and Jim was tempted to pull over and button his jacket. It was zipped, but the extra flap at the neck was open, and he’d hold in a lot more body heat against the chill if he closed that access point. He could also slip on his gloves while he was at it.
     
    He waved to Boxer, riding next to him, to let him know he’d pull off and get right back with them. Boxer signaled back that he’d slow down and wait for Jim to catch up. Not even bothering to wait for an exit, Jim pulled over on the first wide open shoulder and turned on his hazards. This pass wasn’t made for anyone to stop on the side of the road, especially in the dark, and he had a limited amount of time to be relatively safe.
     
    He snapped the neck, pulled on his gloves, and turned on his signal to get back in the lane, the whole stop taking less than three minutes. However, traffic was heavy, and the lanes were narrow and wet from last night’s rain, so he couldn’t weave in and out safely. It was funny; a year ago, he wouldn’t have thought twice about it. Now, he had a promise to keep, and he wouldn’t let Susan down.
     
    He cursed, realizing it would take him a good fifteen miles to catch up to his brothers at this rate. He didn’t feel particularly conspicuous or concerned; he’d ridden alone so many times it wasn’t a problem for him. However, it had become a regular practice for no Talon to ride alone, especially with a war brewing. He just wanted to catch up to Boxer, and then they would work together to catch up to the caravan.
     
    Someone honked, and he looked to his left, just as the rain started coming down, a slow patter that promised to become harsh and heavy in a very short time. Then, he heard a rumble of thunder overhead, as a lightning bolt hit and another bright light blasted in front of his eyes. His bike swerved, and he felt the blowout on his back tire. He needed to skid off to the side before he toppled in the middle of traffic, but he was already going down.
     
    Jim saw another gunshot from the dark SUV, and behind it, Rechoncho’s face shone clear. Angry and desperate, he slammed his brakes, and the bike went down on his right leg, taking him across two lanes of traffic and off the side into a ditch. Since no one hit him, he assumed there had been no one close enough, or that they’d slammed their brakes. He only hoped no one else wrecked.
     
    Searing pain shot through Jim’s leg and hip, and he screamed out as he came to a stop, pinned beneath the weight of the bike. He needed to alert Boxer and the others to the fact that, somehow, the Devils had been at their back the whole time. He had to tell them to get off the road, and he needed to call for help.
     
    However, his head throbbed, and the entire right side of his body was numb. He couldn’t lift his arm to reach for his phone, and in this awkward position, he struggled with his left to try to unsnap and unzip his jacket and dig into his pocket. He managed finally to wrangle it free, but his vision was blurry, and the rain was falling heavy now. He wiped it from his face, blinked it from his lashes, but it did no good. He couldn’t see through the haze of pain, and he cursed in frustration as he squinted and realized the screen on his phone had somehow shattered.
     
    How was that even possible? He landed on the wrong side for his phone to have been damaged. As he let his head drop back, he felt the round indentation in the device and realized it had stopped a bullet from going straight through his heart.
     
    In a last effort to get out of this hole before he passed out and froze to death, the rain now falling in sheets of ice, he yanked at his right leg with his left arm, screaming in agony and getting nowhere. The pain surged through his veins, and as he blacked out, his last wish was that Susan wouldn’t hate him for breaking his promise to be with her for a very long