Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder) novel Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Xenas‘ POV

William glanced at Logan, his brow furrowing slightly. “I’ll talk to Ryder, then let you know the results. The Rogues have been restless lately, especially after what happened

last night…”

“We don’t need to dance… just sit down and have a few drinks. Relax, escape this place for a while…” Ama waved her hand toward the door Martha had just exited through.

This feeling of being trapped suffocates me. Even if we didn’t go, I was planning to go for a run at midnight. It didn’t really matter to me whether we went or not.

I craved freedom, longed to run, to feel the wind through my hair and the moonlight on my skin. It was the instinct flowing through my blood, an impulse I couldn’t resist.

“I’ll talk to Ryder,” William repeated.

“Do you need a ride?” Logan asked.

“I want to ride my bike,” I answered directly. Logan frowned but said nothing.

“Thank you,” I stepped forward and gave him a hug.

“Anytime for you,” he said softly.

“Thanks, bro,” I appreciated that Logan always tried his best to give me maximum

freedom.

“Wear your helmet. I’ll come see you,” William told Ama, then kissed her goodbye. As he was about to leave, Ama grabbed his head and kissed him again. Logan and Leonard started hooting. The atmosphere immediately lightened.

Half a minute later, Ama released William, gave him a wink, and ran to catch up with me. “You know I love you!” She linked her arm with mine as we walked toward the garage

together.

Ama took our helmets from the special cabinet for motorcycle helmets. “Here you go.” She helped me put on my helmet before I got on the bike. After she put on hers too, we

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Chapter 24

started the engines and sped away.

At first, my ribs protested with pain, but at that moment, I welcomed the discomfort. The feeling of the wind through the ends of my hair was so wonderful that I almost missed a

turn.

Twenty minutes later, I could already see the sign for my shop. “Are you feeling okay?” Ama asked as we pulled into the parking space.

“I could go for a five–hour ride,” my tone was sarcastic, but it wasn’t a joke. “That would be fun!”

Unlocking the door, we walked in. I loved the smell of this place. It was the scent of freedom, independence, and happiness.

“I’ll get you the wrench and screwdriver,” Ama called out.

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