71

72 The Toll Riders.

~Delmundo

The motorbikes were parked arrogantly in the middle of the road. The biker gang owned this part of Shack Town. They were ruthless and notorious in the outskirts for being bloodthirsty and I was happy that we all had that in common.

The men and one statuesque slightly muscled-looking woman rested arrogantly on their parked bikes. They were still reeling from the proposal I had offered them. It was tough to make ends meet on these outskirts. It was why Father had sent me here.

I glanced at Frank who had already understood his role. He stepped back and stood still. I stepped forward and looked at each biker one at a time.

"It is good money gentlemen, all I ask you for is that you lead me to the Key Master," I said.

"We do not know who that is, now hand over the car keys, and cash, we ain't got time to waste," The big man among them said.

They all had on dirty camouflage cargo pants with boots and uniformed black leather vests