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Jesse turned the lights on then shrugged off his jacket to hang it up on the coat rack beside the door. K also handed her parka to Jesse, then turned away to walk towards his compact office desk beside the huge sliding glass window. Manila folders, billing envelopes and some documents were haphazardly stacked above the desk. And on the far edge against the wall, there was a cute bobblehead figure of Morrissey. K picked it up and looked at it, smiling. "I love this!" She turned to look at Jesse.

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.

"Sure, I just came by to give Katarina her little gift. I know how she loves speed so when I saw this little beauty I knew she had to have it. It's the only one like it in the states I think there's only a handful in existence. It goes from zero to sixty in two point four seconds." Oh he just loved telling me that. I should just strangle his old ass now and get it over with; pain in the ass. Kat was damn near bouncing up and down. Since I'd confiscated her bikes I guess she saw this as her new way to get her speed fix. Over my dead body, first chance I get I'm totaling this shit. I know some stuntmen who would be only too happy to do the job. Jared the ass was already begging her to let him

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

Shelly remarked shaking her head. "This car is a Bugatti La Voiture Noire, this baby is eighteen point seven million dollars," Kiara explained to her nerdy friend. "You ought to know all these things," Shelly added. "Who's ready to take this baby for a test drive?" Kiara asked excitedly, trying to contain her excitement. "I sure am." Shelly smiled. "Guys that thing looks fast." Cindy squeaked as they pulled her in. Turning on the engine, Shelly drove off.

Kyle asked which just increased the giggling. "Seriously, what do you ride?" Charlize asked. He saw she was interested so he answered. "It's a 1988 Harley Davidson Heritage Softail Classic." She nodded. "A cruiser. Nice. I just got myself a Yamaha YZF‑R1 Supersport." "Get any tickets yet?" Kyle asked and she grinned but shook her head. "Not exactly a comfortable ride for passengers on your bike," he suggested. "Wait, you can take a second rider on that rocket of yours?" Monique said, turning to her friend in surprise.

When they stepped outside, Mona's jaw nearly hit the pavement. A sleek, black McLaren sat in the parking lot, gleaming under the streetlights. It looked like something straight out of a car commercial—sleek, powerful, expensive. "Holy shit," she muttered. Kane glanced at her. She turned to him, pointing at the car. "This is your car?" He smirked. Mona scoffed, already answering her own question. "Obviously, it's your car." He let out another chuckle, opening the passenger door for her.

“We’ll talk. If you agree to go for a ride with me.” “You can’t be serious.” Keyah tried her best to look pissed. In truth, she had been itching to get on the Monster ever since she had seen him on it. She had a deep and a profound love for anything with an engine. Given that Aaron had chosen to earn a living as a mechanic, she was sure he shared her love for automobiles and motorcycles too. But she was afraid of allowing him to get to know her.

I only then see the three additional MTT420 superbikes next to Kai’s Ninja. “Christ in a thong,” Cain exclaims when he sees the sexy black and red bikes. Fuck, I would love to try them out as well, but now is not the time. “That’s all; put these in and go ahead. Let us know what you see and what is happening, and if you suspect something is off, you’re to tell us immediately.” Kai says and hands us all ear pieces. With a final fist bump, we board and take our leave for Cat’s old estate with nothing but bloodlust on our minds.