HAZEL POV
Killian pulled into the racing grounds and killed the engine. Loud music echoed through the night as people crowded around expensive cars and roaring bikes.
"What is this?" I whispered.
"Our playground. You wanted to know more about me, right? Well, come on."
My stomach dropped. Rows of expensive sports cars lined both sides of the road. Men leaned against the hoods, laughing, smoking, placing bets. Girls in leather jackets and crop tops stood beside them, cheering as another bike tore past.
He climbed down, and I hesitated before opening the door and joining him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the sea of people.
"Blackwood." A very large guy covered in tattoos stopped us. I’m feeling very nauseous right now.
"Thought you retired. Nice to see you, kid."
"You to
