Sinless Addiction

"I was looking forward to it," Emma's soft voice filtered through the phone as Angela breathed in deeply, closing her eyes for a brief second. It was always the hardest for her to break her mother's expectations like that.  

"I'm sorry, mom. I was busy with the upcoming exams." 

"I know but everyone was there except you. We missed you so much. I want to hug you; you know we all love you so much." 

"Of course, mom. I love you all more. Don't worry, I'll give you a surprise visit as soon as I'm done with my exams. Take care of yourself." 

"You too, Angela. Come back home soon." 

Angela tossed her phone on the bed beside her and sighed staring at the ceiling.  

That was tough.  

Angela also wanted to go back home even for a little while, but she couldn't because of someone whom she detests with all her guts.  

Luca Perez.

She still remembered that night as vividly as possible despite all her efforts to forget about it. Years passed and she had successfully maintained her distance from him.  

Angela only ever visited the pack house when she was sure he wasn't around and was on some mission.  

The last five years were nothing less than an unprepared ride on a wild roller coaster. Many things happened five years ago that made her end up so far away from her home, but it was not like that she hated it. She always wanted to move out of the pack house and live her life freely. She loved the new life she created in the bustling city of lights and thrills in San Francisco.  

Her phone went off, she answered the call.  

"Wanna go for the ride tonight?" Julian asked.  

"How many riders?"  

"The whole club is meeting for the late-night ride." 

"Count me in." 

"See you tonight," Julian dropped the call.  

Julian was among the two of her male friends. She made acquaintances with him through the club rides.  

Angela pulled to her feet and quickly hopped into the shower. She has two classes in the afternoon today.  

Angela was pursuing a business degree at a top-notch university in the USA. She was on scholarship. The girl was excellent in her studies and was passionate about self-growth and achieving great success. She didn't want to stay behind her brothers in any way.  

The place she lived in was nothing less than a luxury. Her father bought this place, especially for her. It was a cozy two-story Victorian house in an elite area. She lives alone in this big place, and sometimes it gets lonely, but she spends most of her time outside so loneliness doesn't bother her that much.  

She had a maid who was specially hired by Emma. The maid was a middle-aged woman named Daphne and her job was to cook healthy food for Angela and keep the house clean. She arrives in the early morning and leaves in the afternoon. Angela just has to heat the food at dinnertime while they have breakfast together. 

After showering she stepped into the kitchen and Daphne had already set the table with breakfast. Angela served herself and Daphne joined her. Angela had requested the lady to have breakfast with her and ever since then she always joins her for breakfast.  

"How's your son?" Angela asked.  

"He's fine. Doctors said he'll be discharged tomorrow." 

"That's good.”  

Daphne's son was met with an accident a week ago. Ever since then, he has been admitted to the hospital. Angela was the one who helped Daphne with the medical bills and the woman was so thankful to her.  

After breakfast, Angela left for university.  

"Angela!" Maeve yelled from the pathway as Angela parked her car in the parking lot and stepped out.  

Maeve was the first and only female friend of Angela in her class. They were project partners and eventually ended up being besties.  

"Please tell me you covered the last topic of our presentation," Maeve asked expectantly.  

"I did," Angela said walking down the pathway to their department when suddenly a heavy arm draped over Maeve's shoulder, and she looked behind to find Milo grinning at them.  

Her first meeting with Milo was awkward. He was running like a blind bull and crashed into her. She had a mini panic attack because he grabbed her arm to save her, and they toppled down. He panicked seeing her wheezing for breath when Maeve came to Angela’s aid. Milo apologized a hundred times whenever he saw her at the university, and they somehow became friends. He was tall with a lean build, blond hair, blue eyes, and a flirtish smile. She won’t deny it. He was a funny person and her adventure partner. He was dumbstruck when he found out Angela rides a bike and since then he dived deep into the biker club and bought his first bike. The three of them even celebrated that with his first cruise down the coastal road while Maeve sat behind Angela. 

"Good afternoon, my little beans," Milo grinned, earning an elbow hook from Maeve. His smile was replaced with a painful frown as he touched his chest, bending forward and groaning in pain. "F*ck that hurts! What are you? A Wonder Woman. I hate your strength." He grumbled walking after them while Maeve grinned.  

Milo was in the law department. Ever since their first meeting, Milo thinks she and Meave were his little beans in need of his protection.  

"Then workout," Angela tossed the remark at him earning a roll of his eyes.  

"I don’t need to work out. I can easily beat anyone. So, worry about yourself. I will meet you tonight." He said disappearing down the path to his department.  

Angela and Meave took their classes. While heading back home Meave talks nonstop about the guy from the arts department who was her current crush. After dropping Maeve off. Angela went back home.  

Her phone screen lit up with a message. It was from Hunter.  

'Are you okay?' She frowned at his text.  

'I'm fantastic. Why are you asking though? Everything cool?' 

'I'm coming there to take you back home. There's a situation.'  

Her eyes narrowed at the text and her heart dropped a little.  

'No.' Just as she sent the text, her phone blared in silence.  

Inhaling sharply, she answered the call.  

"What's wrong?" She asked.  

"I'm coming there in a few days. I want you to be careful and stay at home for a while. I'll take you back home." Hunter said, his voice was calm, but the hint of worry was evident.  

"I will not come back, and you know this." 

"Don't argue, Angela. It's a serious matter-" 

"Tell me what it is?" 

"Stay at home and be careful. We’ll talk once I get there." 

"Hunter-" He dropped the call as she scowled at her phone.  

Changing her clothes she jogged to her gym. She still trains every day to stay strong. After the gym, she headed back home. 

Stepping out of the shower she saw her bike suit on the bed when her phone lit up again. It was a text from Milo. 'Meet me at the bridge.' 

Hunter didn't have to worry about her. She can protect herself. She wasn't a kid anymore. A trained fighter, she may be nineteen, but she was stronger than humans.  

Angela put on her bike suit. Grabbed her helmet and phone and stepped into her garage where her black beast stood waiting for her.  

A smile tugged on her lips as she donned her helmet and got on her bike. The roaring engine had the thrill of adrenaline flowing through her body. The excitement bubbled in. 

Angela headed to the bridge where Milo was waiting and they both headed to the meet-up spot where all the riders were waiting for them.  

She greeted everyone with a smile. She was one of the youngest riders in the club and they all adored her. Julian was the head of the club. 

They all got on their bikes after a little meet and greet and next, they were all dashing down the road passing by the cars in a flash, Julian was in the lead.  

Angela was grinning inside her helmet. Moments like these were the ones where she felt so free and happy.  

Soon they were speeding down the road. Two members of their club did daily vlogging and their channels were all about bikers. So, they often did the wheelie and other stunts while the others recorded them. It was always fun. Angela had also started her channel recently and it was thriving beautifully. She didn’t reveal her face and still her followers were increasing. She even started generating income. Milo was her cameraman, and he was amazing at it. 

She passed by a McLaren and within seconds McLaren overtook her. She faintly noticed the guy in the car. It was obvious he wanted a race. Angela never backs down from a challenge so she gave him what he desired.  

She leaned forward, bracing herself as she increased the speed and zoomed past the car. She was grinning like a fool. But she noticed a girl sitting in the passenger seat of that car, so she slowed down and let that dude win. Julian zoomed past her touching the top of his helmet and she slowed down. That was their code which meant cops ahead. The last thing she wanted was to be pulled over by cops.  

They rode for an hour before they decided to head back. They were cruising down the road near the coast. The place she loved the most. She had removed her helmet, her hair was up in a ponytail. Milo and Julian were talking and goofing around behind her when suddenly a sleek black car stopped right in front of her out of nowhere.  

She didn't have enough time to pull the brakes as her bike struck the front of that car and she came crashing down.  

Angela grunted in pain as all the bikes pulled over behind, Milo coming to her aid but she was already on her feet. Thanks to the suit she wasn't bleeding except for the small cut on her forehead as a few droplets of blood trailed down her eyebrow and temple.  

Angela glanced at her bike which was now spotting great injuries that struck straight to her heart. Her eyes darted to the car, and she stormed over to it, Milo right behind her. Angela banged on the window of the driver.  

"Are you f*cking blind?" She roared and when the person made no move to step out, she punched the side mirror of the car breaking it.  

A fleeting second passed and the door opened. She stepped back ready to throw a verbal fight when her voice got caught in her throat.  

Her eyes met with those familiar cold steel grey hues and for a second, she was blank and clueless as she gaped at him.  

Her lips parted on their own accord.  "Luca."