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I don't know how I can get them to trust me. I stepped out of her house, just to get some fresh air until something shiny caught my attention. But once my eyes landed on the most amazing thing I had ever seen; it was more than just shiny, the beautiful beast that lay before me was a Ducati Diesel 1260. It's literally one of the best motorcycles ever, this is Dawn's. Whenever my uncle would come to the palace when I was young, he used to teach me and Malcom the basics since he had a motorcycle of his own.

That’s the difference between good … and untouchable. The computer spits out starting pins. I roll behind the gate. Ian — the new Enervoltz golden boy — lines up between Sean and me. I don’t even look at him. Thumb up to Sean. I watch the white flag come up. Engine on. Two. One. Gate drops. Launch. I’m off. The world narrows into throttle, clutch, dirt. I brake late into turn one — later than I should — but transition clean, weight balanced, letting the bike settle instead of fighting it. Most riders muscle the machine.

“You get one chance. Alpha to Luna.” I blinked. “Luna?” She rolled her eyes. “You said it yourself once. Remember? That’s what the pack sees me as, even if I’m not officially one.” I exhaled, a small smile ghosting my lips. “Then it’s settled. Alpha to Luna.” “Just this once,” she warned. “Of course.” She climbed back on the bike and she pulled her gloves tighter. I stepped beside her, resting a hand lightly on the handlebar. “Alright,” I said, voice lower now. “First thing, stop gripping the clutch like it owes you money. Loosen your hands. You’re choking the engine.”

Jordan was the one who insisted on meddling, making Fiona lose her chance to fight and even scolded her right now? Fiona got energized and ready to test her skills. She waved her fists excitedly and said, "Come on, let's see how you're going to challenge me!" Just as Jordan was about to make a move, he heard the noisy sounds of motorcycles coming from outside. The sound of the motorcycles grew louder, and soon a group of more than a dozen riders on motorcycles came into view, driving toward everyone. Each of these individuals was riding a high-performance motorcycle, with the leading bike being a particularly expensive BMW S series worth more than 100,000.

“Why not?” Brooke shakes her head. “I’m not comfortable with motorcycles. They’re dangerous.” I arch a brow. “Have you ever even been on one?” She shakes her head again. “Aw, c’mon,” I chuckle. “I’ll take it nice and slow for your first time.” And I don’t just mean the motorcycle ride. Another shake of her head. Damn, this chick is stubborn. I heave a sigh, reaching back to pull my jacket off of the chairback. “Fine, I’ll see if I can borrow Gray’s Jeep. Meet me out front at five?”

Robert explained. "She looks okay, let's make a deal, why don't you race with me, if I win, I'll have her for the night but if you win, you'll take my motorcycle." Robert looked at Roger's racing bike and smirked. "I already have a racing bike, sir, I don't need another one." He politely declines. "I don't mean the racing bike, I mean my 2022 BMW K 1600 GTL Black Storm Metallic, we both know it's good for racing too." Roger smiled.

But still, I'll never forget how he made me frustrated. Because we were riding a motorcycle, this vehicle is very safe for traffic. It's just as easy to pass it, unlike four or three wheels that will have a hard time passing in the middle of traffic. It's very uncomfortable in my part that I'm riding a motorcycle with Israel, so it's uncomfortable that I hold onto his stomach just to make myself secure that I won't fall. I'm no longer attracted to his abs, anyway. Eli's abs are enough. "Thank you-"

He could feel her soft breaths against his neck, shallow but steady, a tiny reassurance that kept him going. He held her tight, his face grim, his eyes scanning for their ride. A powerful motorcycle, a sleek black beast, roared up beside them. It was one of the bike crew, a grizzled old timer who looked like he’d seen a hundred wars. "This way, Boss! We got a clear path!" he yelled over the din, gesturing with his head.

He swung his leg over and dismounted - is that what it was called getting off a steel horse like this? Misty had never really had an interest in motorcycles, but with this bike, and, more likely, Denver and his leather standing in front of it...that could change. "That doesn't look like any motorcycle I've ever seen. It's way more - " She searched for the right word, and almost said "more" again. " - classy looking." "That's probably because you're used to seeing nothing but Harleys and crotch rockets." Denver ran one big hand lovingly over the dark green tank. "This here is Roxanne. She's a 1981 BMW R100RT, one of the greatest of the airheads."

Jackson looked a bit concerned because he knew I was not comfortable with speed when I was on his motorcycle. “Trust me,” I said. He pointed his chin at the car behind me. “That one.” He said. I turned to look at it. It was black, like both our outfits. I walked around it. There were streaks of fire around its body, blowing towards the back like the car was moving and the fire was being pulled back. The back of the car was like a sports car and I could tell that it had nitro. It was perfect. “We're going with this one,” I said. “Where's the key?”