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Emmett swallowed hard and scratched his head, as he hadn’t raced in a while, but for Eli, he would do it. “So, where is he?” Eli asked, but they were interrupted by the sound of a motorcycle engine, and Eli knew exactly what kind of motorcycle made that sound. “Damn. One of my favorite expensive motorbikes. BMW HP4,” Eli muttered, then pushed the people blocking his way to see who wanted to challenge Emmett. He frowned when he saw one of the most expensive motorcycles in the Philippines and squinted to identify who Emmett’s opponent would be, but he couldn’t recognize him.

Ruby had designed it herself. "It is beautiful," I whispered. "It is armor." She helped me into it. "Every stitch is Kevlar-lined. Knox's idea. Won't stop a headshot, but it will give you a chance if someone goes for center mass." My hands shook as she zipped me up. "Someone is going to try something today." "Probably. But baby girl, you have got two of the most dangerous motorcycle clubs in Nevada protecting you. Let them try." She turned me toward the mirror. "Look at yourself."

Strength, speed, durability, tactical brilliance. When I pull back, his eyes are pure black. "Damn." "Yeah." I sway slightly, and he catches me. "Okay. That was more draining than expected." "You good to fight?" Doc moves closer, concerned. "I'm good." I straighten, drawing on my power to steady myself. "This is the moon's full. I've got plenty of reserves." "Then let's ride." Ryder swings onto his bike. Engines roar to life. Twenty motorcycles, twenty enhanced wolves, and one divine vessel riding toward war.

[Fingerprint recognition successful. Zeke was rooted to the spot, looking at the motorcycle that had been fired up as the front of the machine rose, the handlebars popped out, the saddle emerged, and the wheels split into compound wheels. The machine seemed to come alive, as a white streamers-like glow enveloped the body as if an angry lion woke up in the sunlight. It felt violent and cool but also difficult to control. "This bike can reach a top speed of two hundred miles per hour. Do you really want to try it?" Nicole asked as she looked at Zeke's stunned expression.

"So beautiful!" "Ms. Thompson... You couldn't see her face with the helmet on," Tom said, somewhat exasperated. "I was talking about the motorcycle! It's a Yamaha Sr400 classic edition. You should know your bikes!" Diana's eyes gleamed. Tom:... He realized he was not well-informed in this area. In the passenger seat, Mitbahl propped up his chin, gazing at the disappearing figure of the motorcycle. A faint hint of coldness flickered in his eyes.

“It’s me who needs the help, Mr. Norris. I heard your garage holds the finest fleet in the South. I need a machine to run the Devil’s Spine tonight. I’ll return it without a scratch.” Tracy added, “It’s my family on the line. The debt should be mine.” Taylor chuckled, leaning back. “It’s just a bike. Don't make it a tragedy. If I can have the Afolayan King, the Whitmore heir, and the future Kennedy Luna all in my pocket for the price of a silver frame, I’d be a fool to say no.” He led us to an underground bunker that made the previous shops look like scrap yards. Rows of high-performance motorcycles and armored sports cars sat under precision lighting.

The seat behind him is wide, steady, designed to carry weight without complaint. Reaper’s bike is sleek and predatory, black with flashes of emerald striping that catch the light when he moves. It looks fast even standing still. Asmodeus’s machine is a monster, tall, heavy, built like it could plow through a wall and keep going. Thick tires and reinforced frame nothing decorative, all for function. Viking’s bike gleams like a relic pulled from legend, dark steel with gold detailing etched like runes along the sides. It hums faintly, like it’s alive.

His deep forest scent invades my nose, and I feel myself drown in him, in everything that is Kai. “So, what is this beast called?” I ask, meaning the motorcycle. “Kawasaki Ninja H2 SX, luckily this one is street legal. I knew I would get you today, so I chose this one.” He says and moves to start the bike, but I place my hand on his arm. “Street legal? What does that mean?” I ask, too afraid to know, but he lets out a chuckle as the beast growls to life. “You’ll see,” is all that he promised before we sped away.

“Just wait for me, okay?” “Yeah, whatever.” She just rolled her eyes at me. What a girl. I put in my keys at my motorbike and started it up, well not mine technically but my gramps’. It is a motorbike called Yamaha Fz-09 or some sh*t like that, my grandfather gave it to me while still not owning it. Kinda bizarre, right? Maybe because it’s friggin’ expensive. I went straight to the mall to meet up with Jon and we could fetch Aya and Kev after we buy food. As I got inside the mall, a lot of people were inside that I feel nauseous just by looking at them while wandering around.