Don’t Ride Bitch || Garrett & Ace
Fucking fantastic. His boot connected with the tailpipe, leaving a dent in the metal. The motorcycle hissed back at him, offended that he would dare kick it while it was in a moment of weakness.
"You fucking kiddin’ right now? Right now, yah goin’ to be a piece of shit and break down on me? Fuck you too, you fuckin’ . . . asshole!” Garrett kicked her a few more times out of anger.
An hour out of Echo and to add insult been his phone was dead. Luck didn’t just decide to give him the middle finger; it intended to bend him over and assert its dominance over him. He nearly ripped his jacket off in frustration and slapped it over the seat. Fingers carded through his short hair before he crouched down and stared at the guts. He knew how to fix a motorcycle. If his father had taught him anything valuable it was how to repair a bike - and never let anyone else touch it.
He had no tools and the way she sputtered obscenities at him, Garrett knew he would need to get it to a garage. Perfect. His fingers rubbed at the back of his neck as he stood up and gave the tire another kick. His temper quelled by how it seemed to finally silence her death rattle. The key had been jerked from the ignition and shoved in his pocket. A free hand had snatched up his leather jacket and he wheeled her off the side of the road. One arm had been stuffed back into the jacket as the alpha started to walk the length of the highway.
The sun had started to set. If he started now, grabbed gas and could get back he could still make good time to get an hour or two of sleep before he started his shift. A great first day as an official resident of Echo. His luck seemed to be looking up as he caught the sound of an engine - a sickly one - but one all the same in the quickly dimming light of the day.
Garrett turned around and walked backwards, his thumb stuck out. He knew it was fucking illegal but he was the damn sheriff of an entire town. He’ll write himself a ticket for it later. “Fucking stop,” he mumbled to himself as the vehicle came closer. “That’s it, make my day.”
