The Biker’s Mafia Princess (Angel and Savage) novel Chapter 162

Maverick POV.

We follow Mystique as she runs in the middle of the road, dodging and weaving through traffic. We have been riding for hours and Mystique is showing no signs of stopping, only accelerating.

We aren’t even in our state. As we ride, more and more bikers have joined in the convoy. It looks like we have an army with us. Even Savage is in the convoy as we barrel forward when Mystique manoeuvres to the right and I follow her as she leaps over a car causing the car to swerve, but it doesn’t crash. As I ride past, the driver who is shaken gives me a thumbs up. I nod my head and rev the throttle and try to catch up with Mystique.

She manoeuvres again, leaping over a barbed wire fence. Shit! I brake hard; the bike going up onto the front tyre as I land back down. Mystique is a blur of black as she runs.

The convoy comes to a stop behind me. I dismount from the bike and look at the fence in front of me.

“What’s the holdup?” Scythe says as he comes up to my side and I point to the fence. He groans and walks away.

“Ok boys, we need to find another way through. Unless someone has … Shit move!” I turn my head and jump out of the way as Rebel drives through the fence. I wince, hearing the wire scratching up the paintwork on my cage.

Rebel stops the truck and leans out of the driver’s window.

“What you waiting for? A fucking invitation? Haul ass NOW!” she shouts and I move to the bike and climb back on. Reaching for the tracker, and see where Mystique is.

“Got her. Follow me.” I say as I ride forward once more. Steering with one hand, manoeuvring onto a dirt path. The sun is rising and my heart hammers in my chest the closer I get to Mystique’s location. When the red dot stops moving. Good girl!

I ride before slowing to a stop. Mystique is sitting panting hard. I pull up beside her and dismount as I walk towards her. I rub her head and give her attention.

“Good girl Mystique. Rest sweetie.” I say to her when she chuffs, still looking forward. I wait for the convoy to stop and everyone dismounts.

Rebel walks closer to me, loading a gun, and she hands it to me, and I take it.

“She is in there somewhere.” I say to Rebel and she nods her head and talks into an earpiece, taking the tracker from my hands.

“Check these coordinates. I want the possible location in thirty seconds.” She snaps when her phone buzzes and she pulls it out and smirks.

“Got it, thanks. Send the drones.” She says, pulling the earpiece out of her ear and I look at her, itching to get to where Harmony is.