Chapter Two :The Devil on Black Wheels
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The man did not raise his voice.
He did not panic.
But the second he told me to get on the bike, every armed man in that garage moved like something terrible was about to happen.
Rain hammered against the concrete outside while headlights flooded the underground parking level. More black SUVs screeched to a stop near the entrance.
One of the new men stepped forward with a gun already raised.
“Take the girl,” he barked.
The biker grabbed my wrist instantly.
“Helmet.”
Before I could react, he shoved the black helmet into my hands.
Gunshots exploded through the garage.
I screamed.
The biker pulled me against him as bullets slammed into the concrete wall behind us. Sparks burst into the air.
Everything became chaos.
Men shouting.
Tires screeching.
Gunfire echoing loud enough to shake my bones.
The biker pushed me onto the motorcycle roughly before climbing on in front of me.
“Hold on.”
Then the motorcycle shot forward like a bullet.
I barely had time to wrap my arms around him before we tore through the rain-soaked exit.
Cold wind hit my face hard enough to sting.
Behind us, engines roared.
They were following.
My heart pounded violently as we raced through the empty streets. Rain blurred the city into flashing lights and shadows. The motorcycle moved dangerously fast between cars and narrow corners while the men behind us kept chasing.
I buried my face against his back for one terrifying second.
The leather jacket smelled like smoke, rain, and something darker I could not explain.
“Who are they?” I shouted over the storm.
“Noisy,” he answered.
That was all.
I almost lost my mind.
“Are they my father’s men?”
“Some are.”
Some.
That word settled badly in my stomach.
Which meant others were not.
Which meant this was bigger than my family.
The motorcycle suddenly turned sharply into a narrow alley between two old buildings. The biker killed the engine immediately and dragged me behind a metal dumpster just as black SUVs sped past the alley entrance.
I struggled to breathe quietly.
Footsteps echoed nearby.
My entire body shook from adrenaline.
The biker crouched beside me calmly, watching the alley entrance with cold focus.
Who was this man?
What kind of person stayed calm while bullets flew at him?
His hand suddenly covered my mouth.
I froze.
Two armed men walked past the alley slowly.
“One bike,” one muttered. “He could not have gone far.”
The other laughed nervously. “You chase death if you want. I am not getting near Raze Valentino.”
Raze.
The name hit me immediately.
I looked up at the man beside me.
So this was him.
The monster.
The biker king.
The man powerful men feared enough to whisper about.
Raze kept his hand over my mouth until the footsteps disappeared completely. Then he stood and pulled me up with him.
“We are moving.”
I yanked my arm away instantly.
“No.”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“No?”
“I do not even know you.”
“You know enough.”
“I know you were in that room upstairs.”
“And yet you still got on the bike.”
His voice stayed calm, but something dangerous moved beneath it.
I hated how right he was.
Rainwater dripped from my hair and dress while I stared at him. Now that we stood under the alley light properly, I could see him more clearly.
Dark hair pushed back from his forehead.
Sharp cheekbones.
Scars across his knuckles.
Eyes that looked almost black in the rain.
He looked like the kind of man mothers warned daughters about.
The kind who ruined lives slowly.
“You work for my father,” I said.
Raze laughed once.
Cold.
Short.
“Your father wishes.”
“Then why are you helping me?”
He stepped closer.
Too close.
“Because if I did not,” he said quietly, “you would already be dead.”
The words settled heavily between us.
Before I could answer, his phone buzzed inside his jacket.
He glanced at the screen briefly, then cursed under his breath.
“What now?” I snapped.
“Your family announced your engagement publicly ten minutes ago.”
I felt sick.
“No.”
“Every news outlet in the city already has your picture.”
My chest tightened painfully.
This was real now.
There was no pretending tonight never happened.
No escaping quietly tomorrow morning.
My father had trapped me publicly.
A rich family scandal would spread everywhere by sunrise.
I leaned against the cold brick wall behind me and closed my eyes.
For one stupid second, tears burned behind them.
Not because of the marriage.
Because suddenly I understood something worse.
Nobody had come looking for me because they loved me.
They came because I was valuable.
An asset.
A deal.
A product with a face.
“You should cry now,” Raze said suddenly.
I opened my eyes sharply.
“What?”
“People like your father survive because they teach their children not to feel anything.” His voice stayed low. “Cry now before it turns into something uglier later.”
I stared at him in shock.
Nobody had ever spoken to me like that before.
Not carefully.
Not honestly.
He looked away first.
“Come on.”
This time, I followed him.
Not because I trusted him.
Because I did not know where else to go.
The motorcycle ride felt slower after that.
The city changed as we moved farther from downtown. Luxury towers disappeared behind old factories, broken neon signs, and dark streets filled with bars and mechanic shops.
Nothing looked polished here.
Nothing looked fake either.
Finally, Raze pulled the motorcycle behind an old building covered in graffiti.
Music thumped faintly from somewhere inside.
Several men standing outside looked up immediately when we arrived.
Every single one of them straightened when they saw Raze.
Respect.
Fear.
Maybe both.
One heavily tattooed man opened the metal door quickly. “Boss.”
Boss.
Of course.
Raze walked inside without answering.
I hesitated before following him.
The building smelled like gasoline, whiskey, smoke, and leather. Motorcycles lined one wall while people moved around carrying boxes and weapons openly like it was normal.
Some looked dangerous.
Others looked exhausted.
But all of them noticed me immediately.
A woman near the staircase raised an eyebrow slowly. “Well. This should be interesting.”
I suddenly felt very underdressed in my ruined evening gown.
Raze removed his wet jacket and tossed it onto a chair.
“Nova,” he called.
The woman near the staircase walked over.
She had bright red hair, sharp eyes, and tattoos winding down both arms.
“Take her upstairs. Get someone to clean that foot.”
“I can walk,” I muttered.
Nova smirked slightly. “I can already tell you are going to be trouble.”
“I am not staying here.”
Raze looked at me finally.
“You are tonight.”
“I do not belong here.”
“You do not belong with your family either.”
That one hurt.
Probably because it was true.
Nova gently grabbed my wrist before the argument could continue.
“Come on, princess.”
“I am not a princess.”
She glanced toward Raze. “That explains why he likes you already.”
My face heated instantly.
Raze looked completely unaffected.
But I noticed one small thing.
He did not deny it.
Nova led me upstairs into a surprisingly clean room with dark wooden walls and a large bed near the window.
Definitely not what I expected from a biker hideout.
“You can shower,” she said. “Clothes are in the bathroom.”
“Why are you helping me?”
Nova leaned against the doorway.
“Because Raze does not save people unless it matters.”
Before I could ask what that meant, she left.
I stood alone in silence for several long seconds.
Then I noticed the photograph sitting on the bedside table.
My breath caught.
It was old and slightly faded.
A younger version of my mother stood beside a motorcycle, laughing at something outside the frame.
And beside her was Raze.
Younger.
But unmistakably him.
My hands started shaking again.
What the hell was my mother doing with Raze Valentino?
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