Arthur's POV
The chatter of voices, the music keeping the bar lively, all faded to the background at Rod's words. My heart sank and I could barely breathe. I didn't need to be told what international race he was talking about.
There was only one I had high hopes for. There was only one that could make Rod lose his composure. The Grat International Biker Race.
I had been in many races, national and international. I had acquired fame in numerous countries, but it wasn't always enough to get everything on a platter. I could not always get a spot in all races and that was the Grat International Biker Race.
It was to happen next year. Not just winning, but being in that race could push me higher than I was now. That had been one of my goals to achieve. It took me years to get a spot and no
