Injustice 2 Harley นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I’ve got to get Luna out of my system in the only way I know how—get hammered and hammer some pussy. It takes me nearly forty minutes to get back home, and when I do, Callan and Warrick are nowhere to be found. I take a quick shower, dress in cleanish Levis and a Henley, and head out to hop on my fully restored Harley motorcycle, circa the mid-2020s. She’s a forty-year-old beast of a ride with high-performance capabilities and the loudest, most powerful engine this city has ever seen. If she were any faster, she could parasail across the swamp.

I retorted, matching my tone to hers. She huffed and crossed her arms over the too-white duvet, flexing her fists so the lettering across her knuckles stretched. Love and hate both got distorted. ‘Huh, sounds like your messed-up brain, buddy,’ said Knight. ‘Don’t act like yours is any better,’ I shot back. He held up his paws. ‘Can’t argue with that.’ “Some bastard poisoned me, all right?” said Harley, fixing her gaze on the linoleum floor. “I don’t know who it was or how they did it. Now Nova’s got the whole pack on lockdown while she tries to find the little bitch who did it.”

“Yeah. I know. They thought they’d be able to keep me from getting here on time. But they underestimate the power of my friends. That includes you. Thank you for pushing the race back, Harley. I know it’s not easy to handle these assholes, and you somehow manage to do it with grace every week. I owe you.” “You can pay me back by winning,” Harley said flatly. Then she undid the silver zipper of her leather jacket, revealing a skintight mesh bodysuit beneath. On top of that, she had a pair of glossy black leggings that she had paired with thigh-high velvet black boots covered in buckles. “I’ll just start the race myself.”

"I didn’t know you’d be here. Why are you so dirty?” I look at my shirt and realize I’m covered in debris from our little demolition session. “I was helping Jack with his plans.” Harley comes to have a look at the changes we’ve made and points to my calculations. “You’re an engineer?” “And architect.” “No shit?” Harley puts her helmet down, takes off her gloves and jacket. She catches me watching her and looks away, as if pretending to look around. “Is there something wrong with your bike?” “What? Oh, there’s a leak in the fuel line. I’m going to have to walk it home.” She says like it’s no big deal.

This is not their fight, and I was grateful for the help and will tell their Leaders I'll be in touch for a debrief after I get Tavisha home. Cormack and Liam are riding hard on my heels, their faces creased with the same concern as mine as we up our speed, the Harleys racing silkily down the road; they do not overtake me, it is a sign of disrespect to do such a thing. My Harley is tuned to perfection, and I press the accelerator almost to its max; my seconds keep up with me, taking their places at my side as the docks come into view. I signal for us to pull over into an empty picnic area, and my men circle me before shutting off their engines and wait for my instructions.

"You guys' ride with me. Luke, we follow you out." I nod. "Let's do this." I hop on my Harley and rev the engine as other engines start. We leave the packhouse lot, into town. I'm sure the number of vehicles turned some heads. I don't care because, finally, after days of waiting, I'm speeding up the highway on my Harley, with my army behind me. I'm getting my Alexi back and I will deliver Nash's head to the Unit myself. My bike roars as if it's making my anger known to whoever hears it.

It would have caused fatal damage By how far the bike had flown, it was a bad hit and the driver must be driving in an insane speed. It was too precisely well-planed to be a coincidence. Someone knew she was coming here so they preplanned it. Someone she trusted...someone who was an accomplice... Vincenzo took that opportunity to update, "Reportedly, there was a new Harley stolen yesterday in our neighbourhood by the midnight. The model and nameplate matches." He pointed at the busted bike there. He didn't dare mention her at once. The bike was a little monster. He didn't have any idea she could drive a thing like that. But then again these days it feels like he doesn't know her at all.

I can’t wait to paint that pretty ass of hers red for this disrespect. He secured the scarf and swung his leg over his bike; the bright red Honda Fireblade gleamed as the early morning sun touched it, while Justin gave him a wide grin. ‘It was a mighty fine little ass to, pert and firm, perfect for spanking.’ With his mind full of the image of her naked body, he swung his leg over his more conservative jet black Kawasaki Ninja. Both bikes purred rather than roared into action, belying their powerful engines as the two men manoevred them gingerly onto the highway heading for their MC.

“Ah—!” Harley was in tremendous pain. She could never understand it. Why would the hick’s girlfriend have the bravery to attack her? Could it be that she thought she could do whatever she wished just because her boyfriend was the Melvises’ grandson? “Hubby, hubby, my finger is broken! My finger is broken! You have to avenge me! I want her arm broken! No, I want all her limbs broken!” cried Harley to Troy. She could have never imagined that things would get to this stage.

Over the crest of the hill, headlights appear. Two. Then four. Then ten. Then twenty. A wall of light descends the ridge. The roar becomes deafening. It drowns out the whine of my Ducati. It drowns out the rain. The pack is here. I see the lead bike. It’s a massive black Harley. The rider is a giant in a shredded tactical vest. He rides with one hand on the bars and one hand holding a shotgun resting on his thigh. Drakon. He isn't alone.