The Biker Alpha's Secret Baby
Each acceleration, I pictured freedom.
When I pulled to a stop, gasping, Papa gave a rare smile. “That’s it, that’s the Aliyah I raised.”
I smiled back, but inside, I whispered, ‘That’s the Aliyah no one will ever see again once this is over.’
Two days before the race, Cohen appeared at the club. My blood froze the second I saw him leaning against the gate, his smirk sharp enough to slice through my skin.
“Well, well,” he drawled, his eyes raking over me. “Look who’s still trying to play hero racer, thought you’d crawl into a hole after your little scandal. Guess sluts don’t retire easily.”
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