I looked at Madison, who was sitting on my bike holding Lily while Tyler and Mason ate sandwiches. This girl had risked everything to save her siblings. She’d driven thirteen hours on pure adrenaline and terror. She’d trusted me—a strange biker on a dark highway—with their lives.
“I think we get them to their grandmother tonight,” I said. “Then we report it from there with documentation and a safe place already established. We make it harder for the system to fail them.”
But there was a problem—it was a six-hour drive, and Madison was dead on her feet. She’d been awake for nearly twenty-four hours. She couldn’t drive.
“I’ll take them in my truck,” Jake said. “Bill can follow me.”
“No,” I said. “I’ll take them.”
Everyone looked at me. I looked at Madison. “If it’s okay with you, sweetheart, I’d like to drive you and your siblings to your grandma’s house. On my bike, I can get us there in five hours. But in Jake’s truck, we can all go together, and you can rest.”
Madison looked at these seven big, bearded bikers who’d shown up in the middle of the night to help four strangers. “Why are you doing this?” she asked. “You don’t even know us.Continue reading…
