Always stressed

ALEXANDER'S POV

"What in the actual fuck was that?" Axel stood in the hallway looking around with pure terror on his face. "Alexander."

I nodded. "Gearhead just took off. I'm not pointing fingers or anything, but I'm pretty sure this was a direct hit from the Skeletors."

Axel ran his hand over his face and sighed. "Fuck. Go after him and bring him back in one piece."

I knew what I had to do, but right now, being on the road chasing after the very people who wanted all of us dead was the last place I wanted to be.

Nodding, I headed toward the door but stopped when I looked over at Melissa. Her tear-stained face made my heart ache, but I knew I couldn't go to her; she wouldn't want me to. And right now, I should only have one thing on my mind. Saving Gearhead's dumbass.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed through the broke and battered door and stormed over to my bike. I jumped on and tore out of the parking lot, hoping I could find Gearhead before they did.

But as the miles added up, Gearh