Chapter Thirteen

New York, 2018.

Two days ago I got a call from my boss and they handed me a mission. This time the orders came straight from the head of the agency and something didn’t add up. My sixth sense screamed in my head, not to take it, but it wasn’t an option. I was glad when I saw many stars above my head. They would work as my sight once I turned off my headlights and became a ghost. Yes, I could get in and out of places and retrieve stuff, and no one would know I was there.

I’ve always been in love with bikes as far as I can remember. They meant the freedom I didn’t have, and I swore to myself that when the time came I’d have my own, and here I was on my ride. The gentle vibration slipping into my body and the smooth sound she’d make, like a kitten, purring and rubbing between my legs soothed my broken soul, and every time I got on her we became one. I jammed the throttle and put more miles behind me.

Life had been harsh from day one, I was born a little unique from the conventional, and p