Boom!

“Where are you, Bryce? I said come….”

“Someone’s tailing me!” Bryce cut in, glancing to the side mirror. The car was still behind him.

“Okay, ahh, I’m going to make some phone calls. Where are you right now?”

“On my way to the Eleventh Street.”

“Good. Just keep going,” Jim hang up and called someone.

When Bryce passes by the Eleventh Street, a group of bikers came out in every corner and apposed the car. More bikers came out blocking the car’s way.

Bryce took his chance and switched his gear, turning to an alley that pass through Jim’s building apartment. He quickly drove in he parking lot and ran took the elevator to the fifth floor where Jim’s unit was.

“Jim! Open up!” Bryce knocked hard on the door.

“Jesus! Bryce! You scared me. I told you it’s not safe outside. I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Thanks to you. I know those bikers are your friends. I wouldn’t get away without them. Anyways, what do you want to tell me?”

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