Gabriel's POV
I slammed the door to our lair so hard the hinges rattled, the sound echoing through the abandoned classroom we'd claimed as our territory. My hands were still shaking with rage, Paxton's smug face burned into my memory like a brand.
That bastard, I thought, pacing across the room like a caged animal. Who does he think he is, interfering with my business?
"Damn it!" I shouted, kicking over a chair that crashed into the wall.
The worst part wasn't even that he'd stepped in - it was that kiss. The way he'd claimed her right in front of everyone, like she belonged to him. Like he had some kind of right to her that I didn't.
I should have asked her name, I realized, running my hands through my hair in frustration. I should have gotten more information before making my move.
But no, I'd been too confident, too sure that she'd fall in line like everyone else. Instead, she'd flinched away from me like I was some kind of monster, and then Paxton had swooped in like some white knight hero.
The door opened behind me, and I spun around, ready to tear into whoever dared interrupt my brooding. But it was just Tiana, slipping through the doorway with that calculating look she always wore.
"Well, well," she said, closing the door behind her. "Someone looks like they had a rough lunch period."
Tiana Martinez - leader of the queen bees, Madison's boss, and probably the most dangerous girl in this entire school. She was beautiful in a cold, sharp way, with perfectly styled black hair and eyes that missed nothing. We'd had an understanding for months now - she controlled the girls, I controlled the guys, and we stayed out of each other's way.
"What do you want, Tiana?" I asked, not in the mood for games.
She studied my face with those calculating eyes, taking in my clenched fists and the overturned chair. "I want to know what's got you so wound up. You look like you want to punch a hole through the wall."
"It's nothing," I said, turning away from her. "Just Paxton being his usual pain-in-the-ass self."
"Ah," she said, understanding immediately. "This is about the new girl, isn't it?"
I whipped around to face her. "What do you know about her?"
Tiana raised an eyebrow at my sharp tone. "I know my girls had some fun with her this morning. Madison said she was easy prey - quiet, scared, perfect target for some freshman hazing."
"Did they know she had something going on with Paxton?" I demanded.
"With Paxton?" Tiana laughed, a sound like breaking glass. "Gabriel, honey, there's no way that girl has anything with PaxtonWolfe. She's nobody - just some scared little freshman who probably doesn't even know who he is."
"Well, she does now," I said bitterly. "He kissed her right in front of half the cafeteria."
Tiana's expression shifted, her amusement fading into something more serious. "He what?"
"You heard me," I said, my anger flaring again at the memory. "Walked right up, pulled her away from me, and planted one on her like she was his property."
"That doesn't make sense," Tiana said, more to herself than to me. "Paxton doesn't get involved in freshman drama. He's too busy with his racing and his mechanics crew."
"Yeah, well, he got involved today," I snapped. "Made me look like an idiot in front of everyone."
Tiana moved closer, her heels clicking against the concrete floor. "Gabriel, calm down. You're letting this get to you too much."
"Don't tell me to calm down," I said, but even as I said it, I could feel some of the rage starting to burn out, leaving behind something colder and more focused.
"Look," Tiana said, her voice taking on that soothing tone she used when she wanted something. "My girls were just having some fun with the new meat. We didn't know she was off-limits."
"She's not off-limits," I said quickly. "Paxton doesn't own her just because he kissed her once."
"Of course not," Tiana agreed, but I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes. "But maybe we should be more... strategic about this."
I was about to respond when she moved even closer, close enough that I could smell her expensive perfume. "Why don't you stay here for a while?" she suggested, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Let me help you work off some of that tension."
Her hand trailed up my arm, and I could see the invitation in her eyes. We'd hooked up before - quick, meaningless encounters that were more about power and convenience than anything else. But right now, the last thing I wanted was to be distracted.
"Not now, Tiana," I said, gently but firmly moving her hand away. "I need to check on something."
"Check on what?" she asked, her expression shifting to annoyance at the rejection.
"My mechanic," I said, already heading toward the door. "I need to see about my bike."
"Gabriel, wait," Tiana called after me. "You can't just leave campus. You know the rules - if they catch you cutting class, you'll get suspended."
I paused at the door and turned back to her with a smile that felt more like baring my teeth. "Tiana, sweetheart, do you remember who you're talking to?"
She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm talking to Gabriel Blackwood, who thinks he's above the rules."
"No," I said, opening the door. "You're talking to Gabriel Blackwood, who makes the rules. There's a difference."
"The administration won't see it that way," she warned.
I laughed, a harsh sound that echoed in the empty hallway beyond our lair. "The administration can kiss my ass. Half the teachers are too scared to look me in the eye, and the other half are on my family's payroll."
"Gabriel—"
"Stay here, Tiana," I said, cutting her off. "Keep your girls in line, and stay out of my business with the new girl. I'll handle Paxton my way."
"And how exactly are you planning to do that?" she called after me as I stepped into the hallway.
"The racetrack," I said without turning around. "Tonight. Winner takes all."
I could hear her saying something else, but I was already walking away, my mind focused on what needed to be done. Paxton thought he was so clever, claiming some random girl just to get under my skin. But he'd made one crucial mistake - he'd challenged me in front of everyone.
Tonight, we'll see who runs this school, I thought as I made my way toward the exit. And when I'm done with him, that little brunette will know exactly where she belongs.
Carlota's POVI push through the front door with three heavy grocery bags in my arms, the plastic handles cutting into my fingers. The weight of them feels good though—solid proof of what I accomplished last night. The prize money from the race is tucked safely in my pocket, more cash than I've seen in months.I actually did it. Pride swells in my chest as I set the bags down on our small kitchen counter. I won that race against Gabriel and Paxton, against all those other riders with their fancy bikes and expensive gear. Me, with Dad's old bike and his racing suit.The kitchen looks different with actual food in it. Fresh bread, real milk instead of the powdered stuff, some decent meat for dinner. I even bought Mom's favorite tea—the expensive kind she never lets herself get because it costs too much.She's going to notice. The realization hits me like cold water. Mom keeps track of every penny we spend. She'll want to know where I got the money for all this food.I start unpacking q
Paxton's POVMy cheek still stings from Mom's slap as I pace back and forth in our cramped living room. The floorboards creak under my feet with each step, and I can hear Gabriel's father's car engine starting outside. The expensive purr of his luxury vehicle is so different from the rough sounds of our neighborhood—old trucks backfiring, motorcycles with broken mufflers, kids shouting in the street.Something's not right here. The feeling gnaws at my gut like a hungry animal. Mom's never lied to me before, not about important stuff. But the way she looked when Gabriel's father mentioned family, the way her face went pale—there's something big she's been hiding.I stop pacing and turn to face her. She's standing by the window, watching Gabriel's father's black sedan pull away. Her shoulders are slumped, and she looks older than her forty-three years. The afternoon light streaming through our thin curtains shows every line of worry on her face."Mom," I say, trying to keep my voice ca
Paxton's POVI can't stop smiling as I walk toward our small house. The conversation with the mysterious racer didn't go as I wanted, but I got something she didn't know she gave me. When she turned her head quickly to escape, a few strands of long dark hair slipped out from under her helmet. It's not much, but it's a clue.Finally, something to work with. The excitement bubbles in my chest. Everyone at school won't shut up about how amazing this anonymous racer is. I'm getting tired of hearing it. She's good, I'll give her that, but the way people talk about her like she's some racing goddess is annoying.I chased her for miles through the back streets, but she knew the area better than I thought. One second, her taillight was right there; the next she vanished down some alley I didn't even know existed. Frustrating as hell, but at least I got that hair.Dark, almost black, and longer than most girls wear. I replay the moment in my head. The way it caught the streetlight before she sp
Gabriel's POVThe sound of hushed voices outside my bedroom door pulls me from sleep. I can hear my mother's voice, strained and emotional, mixing with my father's deeper tones. Something's wrong. The way they're talking—urgent, secretive—sends an uncomfortable chill through me.I swing my legs over the side of the bed, running a hand through my disheveled hair. The digital clock on my nightstand glows 7:23 AM. Too early for whatever drama is unfolding outside my door. But the tension in their voices is impossible to ignore.What now? I think, frustrated. First, I lose the race to some mysterious rider who came out of nowhere. Then Paxton nearly gets us both killed with his insane stunt. Now my parents are having some kind of crisis meeting outside my room like I'm still a child who can't handle adult conversations.I stand up and walk to the door, pressing my ear against the cool wood. My mother's voice is shaky, almost tearful."How could you keep this from me, Richard? How could yo
CARLOTTA’S POVMy heart hammered against my ribs as I kept my helmet firmly in place, watching the figure in front of me reach up to remove his own. The dim streetlight cast shadows across his face, but when the helmet came off, my breath caught in my throat.Paxton.His dark hair was tousled from the ride, and those piercing eyes that had looked right through me in the cafeteria were now fixed on my helmeted face with an intensity that made my skin burn. Even in the shadowy alley, he was devastatingly handsome—all sharp jawlines and that dangerous smile that had gotten him in trouble with Gabriel just days ago. But there was something else now, something primal in the way he looked at me that made my dormant wolf stir restlessly in the depths of my soul, still locked away by whatever curse kept her silent.Of course it's him. Of all the riders who could have followed me...The night air carried his scent to me—motor oil, leather, and something distinctly powerful that screamed Alpha e
Paxton's POVI stood in the back of the crowd, keeping my distance but watching every move the anonymous rider made. She'd arrived exactly when Tommy had said she would, and the entire warehouse had erupted into cheers and chants.There she is. Finally.I could see her hesitation even through the helmet as she walked through the crowd toward the makeshift stage. Everything about her body language suggested she was uncomfortable with all the attention, but she was handling it well."Anonymous! Anonymous!" the crowd chanted around me, but I stayed quiet, focused on studying her every movement.She's smaller than I expected. Maybe five-foot-six, slender build. Definitely fits the profile.Tommy was doing his usual showman routine, hyping up the crowd and making a big production out of the prize presentation. But I could tell he was building up to something."Now, I know everyone here is dying to see the face behind the helmet," Tommy announced into his microphone. "What do you say? Want t