Alex:
Burnout in the Basin had officially started.
Dust. Fire. Engines roaring like wolves with metal teeth.
The night was alive, buzzing with sweat and adrenaline and something sharp under the surface. Music pulsed from half-broken speakers stacked on a rusted-out truck bed. Girls danced with knives strapped to their thighs. Men drank like they were already bleeding. This wasn’t a party. It was a proving ground.
And I was home.
Boots crunching gravel, I lit a cigarette with a crooked smirk and watched the night wrap its claws around the desert. My girls were behind me, laughing loud, loud enough to cover the way my pulse spiked, because I felt it.
Him.
That f*****g cop.
I knew it before I saw him. Before I caught sight of that ridiculous civilian getup he thought made him blend in
