All Chapters of Two hot Alphas bet on the biker-widow mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Paxton's POVThe roar of engines echoed through the night as I rolled my bike out of Tony's garage, the sound vibrating through my chest like a heartbeat. My crew was already assembled - Marcus on his black Ducati, Jake with his modified Honda, and Rico astride his silver Suzuki. We'd been riding together for three years, and tonight felt different. Tonight felt final."You ready for this, Paxton?" Marcus called out over the rumble of our engines."Been ready," I replied, revving my bike and feeling the power surge beneath me. "Let's go end this."We rode in formation through the empty streets toward the old industrial district, our headlights cutting through the darkness like knives. The abandoned warehouse district had been the site of underground races for years - far enough from the city center to avoid immediate police attention, but close enough for spectators to find us.This is it, I thought as we approached the designated area. After tonight, there won't be any question about

Gabriel's POVI let out an annoyed sigh as I watched the mystery rider pull up to the starting line on what looked like a vintage piece of junk. The bike was old, probably at least ten years, and while it seemed well-maintained, it was clearly outclassed by every other machine on the line.Who the hell is this amateur? I thought, pressing the communication button on my helmet."Rico, you copy?" I spoke into my headset, addressing my crew leader who was positioned with the spectators."Copy, boss," Rico's voice crackled through the speaker. "What do you need?""That new rider, bike number seven. Do we know who it is?"There was a pause before Rico responded. "Negative, boss. None of us recognize the bike or the rider. Completely unknown.""Well, find out," I snapped. "I don't like surprises.""Boss, maybe you should focus on the race," came another voice through the comm - Danny, one of my newer crew members. "Paxton's right there next to you, and that's who really matters."My jaw clen

Paxton's POVI kept glancing backward through my mirrors, dodging attempts from other riders to block my path or force me into dangerous positions. The race had turned vicious fast, with riders using every dirty trick in the book to gain even the smallest advantage.Focus on Gabriel, I told myself, weaving around a rider who tried to cut me off. He's the only one who matters.I'd caught a glimpse of that anonymous rider stalling at the starting line, their bike cutting out embarrassingly while the crowd laughed. For a split second, I'd almost felt bad for them, but I couldn't afford distractions. Gabriel was already pulling ahead, and every second I spent thinking about anything else was a second I wasn't gaining ground.My comm system crackled to life, Tony's voice cutting through the engine noise and wind. "Paxton, you copy?""I copy," I replied, downshifting as I took a sharp corner. "What's up?""You're burning through your adrenaline reserves too fast, man," Tony warned. "You need

Gabriel's POVI stared in disbelief as Paxton pulled us both forward, his grip on my jacket like a death trap as we hurtled toward what looked like certain doom. The concrete building ahead grew larger with each passing second, and my heart was hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape."Gabriel!" Rico's voice crackled through my headset, panic evident in every word. "Boss, you're heading straight for a building! You need to break away now!""I can see that, you idiot!" I screamed back into my comm. "You think I'm blind?""Then why aren't you letting go?" Danny's voice joined in, shrill with fear. "You're going to kill yourself!""Shut up!" I roared. "All of you, just shut up and let me handle this!"This maniac is going to get us both killed, I thought, watching Paxton's face through his helmet visor. There was something terrifying about how calm he looked, how focused.Without thinking, I reached up and ripped off my helmet, throwing it aside as we continued racing towar

Carlotta's POVI slid through the celebrating crowd like a ghost, keeping my helmet on and my head down. Spectators were cheering and shouting, but I couldn't afford to stop and bask in the victory. The prize money would come later - I'd read the details on the registration site about how winners collected their earnings through encrypted channels."Anonymous! Anonymous!" people were chanting, but I kept moving."Where's she going?" someone called out. "Doesn't she want to celebrate?""Must be the heat," another voice replied. "Smart to get out before the cops show up in force."Speaking of cops, I thought as I heard the wail of sirens getting closer to the celebration area.The spectators were already scattering, following the unwritten rule of underground racing - when the police arrive, everyone disappears. Cars were starting up and pulling away in different directions, their drivers knowing the importance of not getting caught at the scene."Time to go!" I heard someone shout over