Shannon’s POV.
Everyone is ready. My bike that I left behind four years ago is waiting for me. I gasp seeing her again. I walk up to her and see the decal on the gas tank. Wings Of Hell is written in cursive script.
“Me and your dad always made sure she was ready and roadworthy. We even took turns taking her out to keep her ticking. She needs you.” Chase says and I run to him and leap into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as he holds me to him and I kiss his neck.
“Thank you, I have missed her. I love you, Chase.” I say against his neck and he chuckles before kissing me again. He places me down and I’m terrified this could be the last time I see him. The weight of everything finally settles down on me.
“If anything happens to me, promise me you will keep my memory alive for
