JAXSON.
The second the flag dropped, the track came alive. Engines screamed, smoke burned my lungs, and the crowd’s roar shook the air. I should’ve been focused on one thing; winning. But no, my eyes went straight to her. To Tessa.
She was in the middle of it, gripping her bike like she belonged here. Like she wasn’t one wrong move away from breaking her neck. My jaw locked so tight it hurt. Ryder had lost his damn mind letting her race.
I pushed forward, weaving between riders, and kept her in sight. Every bump of the track, every swing of her bike, made my chest tighten. And then I saw a Red Fang biker moving in on her, too close. His handle scraped hers, trying to shake her.
For half a second, I thought she was gone. My heart jumped straight to my throat. But she didn’t fall. She he
