It's been 2 weeks since the party where I set up B and Sarah and they are inseparable. It's great. Izzy and I took Sarah to lunch and she's been around the clubhouse a few times, she seems to be settling in. I've never seen B so happy, apart from right now

"You can't go out alone Cordie, if Killer finds out I let you go out alone he will slit my throat" B says pacing around the kitchen.

"But you have a lunch date with Sarah. Go! I'm only going to meet Izzy, I'll be fine" I reply resting my hand on his shoulder, just to get him to stop with the pacing.

"Take Socket, take Knuckles, anyone, just don't go alone Cordie, promise me" he says reaching to touch my shoulder in return

"Fine, fine, if it keeps you happy I will get one of the guys to ride with me, ok?" I reply grabbing my bag off the counter before continuing "Now go or you'll be late, I will see you tonight for all the details" I wink and head out to the lot where my bike is waiting for me. I know I said I would take some one with me, but Dragon is gone, it's just my fear of people seeing my scars holding me back, I can do this.

I wait to see B head off for his date before climbing on my bike and putting my helmet on, I can do this, I'm ready, my helmet will hide my face, I just need to make it from the parking lot to the salon without my helmet on my own, I can do this, I repeat it in my head, trying to build some confidence. I finally start my engine and head out of the gate. The ride is peaceful, I still love the freedom, the wind in my hair flowing out the back of my helmet, hearing the roar of the engine beneath me and the adrenaline rush of accelerating from 0-60mph gets me every time. I've got some time before I'm supposed to meet Izzy, I'm alone for the first time in months, I'm going to ride around a bit longer first and then I'll head to Izzy.

I hadn't been riding long when I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I pulled over to the side of the road and whipped my helmet off before answering

"You are 30 minutes late girl, what's going on, am I doing your hair?" Izzy asks through the phone

"I'm sorry, I got distracted riding, you know how much I love it, I'm not far away, I'll head straight to you" I say looking around to figure out where the hell I am. I obviously drifted off because I thought I had only been riding 15 minutes but it was more like an hour. Where the hell am I? Suddenly I hear some one pull up behind me

"Izzy I gotta go, I'll be there asap" I say ending the call and putting my phone back in my pocket. I stand off the bike and turn around to see a tall man getting out of the van that pulled up behind me, he's well over 6ft. He has dark sunken eyes, his face is aged, his salt and pepper beard frames his face and his black hair is slicked back with a few pieces of grey around his temple.

"You havin' trouble Miss?" He asks pointing at my bike, I look at my bike and then back to him

"No stopped for a phone call, speaking of which I gotta get going, thanks for checking on me" I say turning to grab my helmet, but as I reach out for my helmet I feel his arm wrap around my waist. He lifts me off the ground and balances me on his hip

"Get the fuck off me before I beat the shit out of you" I say in my brave voice, just pretend it's Knuckles training you, you got this. I ram my elbow back and feel the crack as it meets his nose, my elbow becomes wet from the blood pouring from his nose, he groans and his grip on me loosens slightly. Using this I force all my weight down and my feet hit the floor. I turn and start throwing punches, I reach down into my boot and pull out my knife, I thrust my knife into his thigh, he barely flinched, but I know I hit the artery, as soon as I pull the knife back out he'll bleed out in minutes. I grip the handle and pull, putting the knife back in my boot, blood pours down his jeans, over his boot and onto the floor, I see the color drain from his face as the blood loss starts to hit him, I hear the van doors open, fuck, there's more of them. I run for my bike and jump on starting her, but before I can pull back the throttle I feel four hands on my body, ripping me from the bike. I try to fight, doing everything I was taught, but I was only taught one on one, they've got me outnumbered. They throw me into the van and cable tie my hands and legs, before putting a blindfold and gag on my face.

I feel the van speed off and as the van turns violently I roll around the back of the van hitting my head on the metal sides. After a few minutes the turns calm down and I manage to get my hands out of the cable tie, thank you Knuckles for that tip. I remove the blindfold and see I'm alone in the back of the van, apart from the guy I stabbed, who has no pulse, well I'm not going to feel guilty, it was him or me and that's just how it is now. There are two men up front, I remove my gag and pull my knife from my boot, removing the cable ties on my legs with it. I crawl up behind the drivers seat and dive up thrusting my knife into the drivers neck, the van swerves violently, blood splashing all over me and then the van flips upside down and I'm tossed around like I'm in a dryer. I feel my body being hit by things in the van and then my head smashes into the roof of the van, I feel the fresh blood coming from the wound on my head, suddenly I see black spots forming in my vision and everything around me turns to blackness. At least I went out fighting.