TESSA.
The lot was already packed when we pulled in. Cars filled every corner, headlights cutting through the night, and people were everywhere. Some leaned on hoods with bottles in their hands, others moved around in groups, their voices rising over the music blasting from somebody’s speakers. I’d seen races before, but standing here tonight felt different. It wasn’t just another ride. Everyone knew it.
Ryder called out the names of the seven riders, his voice carrying over the crowd. Jaxson, Cole, four of the others, and then me. My name still didn’t sound right mixed in with theirs. The others had been at this for years, some of them legends on these streets, and then there was me, still proving I deserved the seat I was in. My stomach flipped, but I didn’t let it show.
We rolled our
