Falling For The Biker - Chapter 82: Chapter 82

Sierra’s POV
Christmas.
Jiggles of the bells.
Snow ever so beautiful with the decorations all around.
It was supposed to be a happy occasion. One that would make everyone smile and be excited. To top it all off, there was a long awaited biker’s race today. In just a few hours, there would be a crowd in the race tracks.
I should be happy but I could not. Instead, I was filled with worry. I stared down at my phone screen and my call log. I have called Arthur over twenty times, yet it has said the same thing — switched off.
He seemed fine yesterday, even though he avoided the calls that were coming in. Now, I regret leaving without making sure. Ever since I left the house, it seemed he went silent. I heard Mum and Dad downstairs packing up to leave for the racetrack.
With a sigh, I got to my feet. “Mommy,” Elvis ran into the room. “I joined Grandma to knit. Which do you think Uncle Arthur would like?”
I squatted, caressing his face with a smile. “You knitted a scarf for Arthur?” I asked.
He nodded, his eyes twinkling with happiness. “This would be fine.” I pointed at the blue scarf on his right.
Elvis nodded, but I pouted. “You cherish your uncle more than me now, huh?” I teased. “You didn’t make a scarf for me,”
The smile on his face was adorable, yet filled with something mischievous. “I made one for you too, Mommy,” he said, running off.
He returned with a blue scarf. It was different from the first. He gestured for me to get down, which I did. Carefully, he wrapped the scarf around my neck, then pressed a kiss on my cheek. “I love you, Mommy,” he said.
“I love you too, sweetie,” I told him, placing a kiss on his forehead before running off.
I joined him out of my room and just in time, Jackson was about to walk past me. “Hey, Jackson,” I stopped him.
He turned to me with a smile. “What’s up, Riri?” he said.
I rolled my eyes at his choice of names for me right now. He barely ever used that and only wanted to tease me. “Heard from Arthur? I haven’t been able to reach him,” I said, worried.
Jackson sighed, shaking his head. “I haven’t been able to either. Rod, his manager, is worried sick too,” he said.
“Do you think he is going to participate in the race today?” I asked.
“I have no idea,” Jackson said and excused himself.
I feared there was a chance his father had done something in line with his threat. Arthur was stubborn, and I could not convince him yesterday. I would just have to try again to convince him.
But that would happen if he would attend.
Would his father really go as far as making it hard for him to participate in this competition?
“Mommy, are you worried about Uncle Arthur?” Elvis walked towards me with a little gift bag.
I crouched down, nodding. “I can’t reach him,” I said.
“Don’t worry, he is fine,” Elvis said.
I held his face. “How do you know that?”
“I trust Uncle Arthur. He’ll win,” he said.
“What if he doesn’t win or doesn’t join in the race?”
“I’ll still give him my gift,” Elvis replied with a big smile.
“That’s sweet. Let’s go,” I said, taking his hand.
When we got down, our bags were fully loaded onto the trunk of Dad’s truck. “Hey, I won’t join you two. I need to get to the penthouse,” Jackson said, getting on his bike.
“Keep me posted!” I yelled as Jackson rode off.
“Don’t worry about him. I trust he is fine,” Dad said, sensing my worry.
I nodded as we all got in the truck. We arrived at the racetrack moments later. The event was yet to begin with people trooping in and out of the venue. “Merry Christmas,” someone said to me.
I gave her a polite smile as we walked past her. I spotted Neil from a distance. He seems to be talking to someone. I turned to Elvis. “Stay close to Grandma and Grandpa, okay?” I told him.
“Okay,” Elvis said, running off to Dad and taking his hand.
Once Elvis was secure, I moved towards Neil. “… this is bad,” I heard him say as I got close.
“Hey,” I joined in, giving him a nervous smile.
Neil turned to me, a smile on his face. “This is Mr. Rod, right?” I asked and the both men nodded.
“Merry Christmas,” I said, and they nodded.
“Is Arthur here? I haven’t been able to reach him,” I said.
“We haven’t been able to reach him,” Neil responded.
“Jackson is here,” Mr. Rod said, looking to the side.
I turned around as Jackson ran over. “Found him?” Mr. Rod asked.
Jackson shook his head. “No. I checked the resort as well, but nothing.”
“Terrance? Amelia?” Neil said.
“None of them have any idea as well,” Jackson shook his head.
“How could he just fucking disappear?! I’m going to beat him up if I find him,” Mr. Rod said. He sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Keep trying his phone and Neil, find him. We have only a few hours to the game. I have no idea why he would just disappear.”
He sounded frustrated, and I understood him. I stayed with Jackson as he kept trying to get through to Arthur, but it was futile. An hour went by and most people were seated, waiting for the race to begin.
The closer the time came, the less hope I had. Did he really get pulled out from the race? Where could he possibly be? So many questions and I had no answers for them. I was growing worried.
“The race is about to begin!” I heard the commentators say through the loudspeakers.
Jackson stared at his phone, taking a deep breath. He has stopped trying. My shoulders slumped with the realization. Just as we were about to head to our seats, I spotted Arthur’s parents.
They got the attention of the audience. It seemed they rarely attended such events. They got the best seats. Were they here to mock him?
I was tempted to go to them but then they their gaze landed on me.