Falling For The Biker - Chapter 46: Chapter 46

Arthur’s POV
Getting a call from my father a night before a race was one thing I knew would always deter my mood. I tried my best to hide it and act like everything was fine, but fighting the internal turmoil while in a race was harder than I thought.
Just before the race began, I spotted Sierra. My eyes found her minutes after she sat, and I knew something was wrong. I tried to brush it off as not seeing her face properly and so there was nothing wrong, so I focused on the race.
Usually, I don’t go head first, but I needed to end the game quickly to get to Sierra. There was a chance she was fine, but having a thought that she wasn’t made me uneasy. Dexter overtook me, excited by the shock that ran through most of the crowd. His best doze in a race.
I didn’t expect him in the race, but he did not matter to me. A few distances before the finish line, I spotted Sierra leaving. That momentary distraction made me miss the turn and went straight for the barriers.
A gasp ran through the crowd, most of them standing. Rod rushed over to me as I got off the ground, ignoring my bike smoking and the people scattered around. “You good?” Rod asked, but I kept looking around.
Without a word, I took off my helmet, rushing into the crowd. “Arthur!” I heard Rod scream my name, but I didn’t look back. I found her not long after stepping out of the viewing area.
I noticed the soft, irregular hitching of her shoulders. The closer I came to her, the more I heard her repressed sobs. “Sierra,” I called, placing a hand on her shoulder.
She jolted, spinning around. “Arthur,” she wiped her face. “Are you okay?” her eyes roamed my frame.
I pulled her in, trying to comfort her. My fingers remained on her hair, keeping her still on my chest. She sniffled and did not pull away. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
She pulled away, shaking her head. “Nothing, I just got a little something in my eyes,” she said, forcing a smile.
She wiped her eyes, avoiding my gaze. “Just tell me, Sierra,” I said, not buying her little lie.
“I’m fine.” the tears in her eyes were saying a completely different thing.
She tried to hide it from me, but it wasn’t so simple. “Why can’t you tell me?” I asked.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m only… over thinking the situation,” she said, finally looking into my eyes.
As far as she wanted to act tough, I could see it falter. She dropped her gaze, heaving a sigh. “I need to head back,” she said, and walked off.
I didn’t stop her. I couldn’t. I saw that look that told me she wanted me to stay away. It hurt in ways I could not explain, and right now I was unsure of how to fix it. I tried to think of what I must have done wrong, but nothing came to mind.
“Arthur!” Rod yelled, walking over to me.
I rubbed my temples, turning to him, who looked like he could burn me alive with his eyes. “That was a reckless move,” he scolded. “You almost got yourself killed,”
“I’m alive,” I began walking.
“Have you checked for any injuries? Gosh, you are lucky you are good at what you do or I would have dropped you,” he continued.
“The Christmas race is close. I would let this slide because it isn’t so important. Keep your head in the game,”
He kept going until we were back on the tracks. The paramedics tended to the little injury on my arm and legs. It wasn’t something I could not handle, anyway. “Your dad keeps calling,” he said, handing me my ringing phone, but I did not pick up the call, instead I placed it at the side on the bench.
“I’m guessing it has something to do with Maria.” Rod passed me a bottle of water.
I took a sip, shrugging. “No idea,”
My father had called asking that I come home, but I used the race as an excuse to avoid meeting him. I knew it had something to do with Maria, but he could do as he wished. However, it was beyond what he usually did by calling so much.
In situations like this, he always found ways to bring me back on my knees. I’m not waiting for that but I do not want to meet him. “Don’t avoid him so much. You know what’s at stake,” Rod warned.
I would avoid him if I wanted to. Whatever he wished to do, he was free to. I would only meet him when I wanted to. I spotted Sierra speaking with Jackson at the corner. Elvis tugged on my sleeves, bringing her attention to him.
Elvis said something, and she looked in my direction but quickly looked away, saying something to Elvis. Jackson seemed to have taken the initiative and spoke to Elvis with a smile before taking his hand and leading him towards us.
“Distracted during a game, that’s a new one,” Jackson teased once he got to me.
I rolled my eyes. “Mock me as you please,” I said.
“You good though?” Jackson asked, staring at the little plaster on my arm.
I hummed, nodding. I turned to Elvis. “Hey, little rascal,”
“Hi, Uncle Arthur. You were so cool.” his little eyes widened adorably.
“Really? You don’t mind me crashing?” I said, reaching out my hand.
“Grandpa said it wasn’t your fault,” he said as I held him. “Are you hurt? Mommy always made me delicious pancakes when I get hurt. It’s so delicious. Do you want some?”
I looked in Sierra’s direction. “Maybe, a little later,”
“Okay. Uncle, can I ask for something?” he pouted, dropping his gaze.
“Sure, what is it?” I asked.
He snapped his head up. “Can I ride your bike? Please, please,” he clasped his fingers together.
“Mommy doesn’t want me to,” he added.
“That’s because it’s too dangerous, but you can ride with me,” I told him, and he jumped up with joy.
“Yay,” he came closer to my ears, then whispered, “Don’t tell Mummy,”
I chuckled, nodding. “I won’t,” he said.
“I love you, Uncle Arthur,” he yelled, running off to Mum.
“I don’t think Sierra would support that,” Jackson said.
“I’ll find a way,” I said, rising.
I returned my gaze to Sierra’s direction and found her speaking to the number person she should never be speaking to. “Oh, hell no,” Jackson exclaimed, already heading towards them.