Chapter 7

Ethan Roscente removed his helmet and tossed it onto the lounge sofa.

Felix Valdemar quickly offered him a cigarette, the lighter clicking open with a sharp snap.

"One more race, Ethan," Felix said with a pleading tone. "That last run was flawless."

Ethan exhaled a slow stream of smoke and shook his head.

Felix's phone buzzed. His expression darkened as he read the message.

"Damn it! Lost again!" He gripped his hair in frustration. "Isabella Langley is going to laugh in my face."

The two real estate companies had been locked in a bitter rivalry over land acquisitions for years.

Ethan tapped his cigarette. "Is it really that serious?"

"It's about pride!" Felix growled through clenched teeth.

He leaned in suddenly. "Heard there's a new female racer in town. Took down all our guys with insane skills."

Ethan's fingers stilled.

Night?

The memory of that挑衅的手势 flashed in his mind.

He stubbed out his cigarette. "Let's go."

The starting line was empty—the third round had already begun.

Isabella leaned against the railing. Ethan approached her directly. "Where's Night?"

"Another one looking for Night." She eyed him skeptically. "Who are you, really?"

Without another word, Ethan swung onto his motorcycle.

As the engine roared to life, Felix shouted, "Go get 'em, Ethan! Crush them!"

Isabella scoffed. "Dream on!"

"Who was it that just lost to Ethan earlier?" Felix shot back.

They both let out identical dismissive noises.

......

The winding mountain road coiled like a serpent.

Vivian Laurent easily left her pursuers behind, their figures vanishing from her rearview mirror.

She eased off the throttle, fingers tapping idly against the handlebars.

Then—the growl of an engine, closing in fast.

A black motorcycle appeared in her mirror, leaning so low into the curve it nearly scraped the asphalt.

A smirk curved Vivian's lips.

Now things were getting interesting.

The two bikes wove through the treacherous mountain pass, neither yielding an inch.

Every turn was a life-or-death gamble.

Neither showed any intention of slowing down.