They say you can't outrun your past on two wheels, but I was about to prove them wrong until the man who destroyed my father's legacy pulled up beside me at 90 miles per hour.The engine beneath me roared like a caged beast as I leaned into the turn, my knee nearly scraping asphalt. Wind screamed past my helmet, carrying the acrid smell of burning rubber and gasoline. This was freedom. This was power. This was the only place where Mia Chen, struggling mechanic and daddy's disappointing daughter, didn't exist.Here, I was Ghost Rider.The motorcycle beneath me, a custom Ducati I'd rebuilt from salvage, responded to my every touch like an extension of my body. I'd spent three years perfecting her, using every spare dollar I could scrape together from my day job at Murphy's Garage. Murphy paid me half what he paid his male mechanics, but I couldn't complain. Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town.The str

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Murphy's Garage sat on the wrong side of Coldwater, wedged between a pawn shop and a laundromat that had been closed since I was twelve. The building's red brick had faded to the color of dried blood, and the sign out front buzzed even when it wasn't lit. It wasn't much, but for the past three years, it had been my sanctuary.Now it felt like a trap.I'd arrived at eleven-thirty, too anxious to wait at home in the cramped studio apartment I could barely afford. The garage bay was open, and I'd thrown myself into work, trying to lose myself in the familiar comfort of engines and grease. Old man Patterson's Ford needed a transmission flush, and I'd stripped down to my tank top despite the morning chill, my hands already black with grime.Work was the only thing that quieted my mind. The only thing that made sense in a world that had been chaos since Dad died.My father, Chen Wei, had been the best motorcycle mechanic in three counties. He'd learned his trade in Taiwan before immigrating

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The Iron Wolves clubhouse squatted on Route Forty-Seven like a wounded animal, all rough timber and metal siding, surrounded by motorcycles that probably cost more than my entire year's salary. A hand-painted sign declared it "Wolf Territory," and the setting sun cast long shadows across the gravel parking lot that made everything look vaguely menacing.I sat on my Ducati across the street, helmet still on, trying to convince myself this wasn't the stupidest decision I'd ever made. The smart play would be to run. Leave Coldwater, change my name, start over somewhere the Death Dealers and Snake and Dax Steele couldn't find me.But running meant abandoning Murphy, whose garage had given me a second chance when no one else would. It meant letting my father's memory be buried under lies. It meant admitting that Ghost Rider, the fearless racer who'd dominated those underground tracks was just a mask for a coward.I'd already lost everything once. I wasn't going to lose myself too.I kicked

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The morning air at the Iron Wolves compound didn't smell like freedom; it smelled like stale beer, wet pavement, and the looming threat of a fight.I hadn't slept. Not that I expected to, given that I was tucked away in a spare room in Dax’s private wing, listening to the muffled sounds of a biker clubhouse settling into a restless silence. My conditions had been simple: I touch every engine I race, I choose my own parts, and no one absolutely no one calls me "sweetheart."Dax had agreed with a look that suggested he found my defiance more entertaining than annoying. That look was still burned into my brain when I stepped into the main garage at 6:00 AM.The Iron Wolves’ garage was a massive, corrugated metal cathedral dedicated to the gods of speed. Rows of Harleys, Indians, and a few custom builds stood in various states of undress. It was a mechanic’s dream, but as I walked in, the dream felt more like a firing squad.Six men were already there. They stopped talking the moment the

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All Chapters of Blood on the Asphalt biker: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

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