Amelia
The roar of engines hit us the moment we stepped out of the car. It was loud, deafening —raw metal and adrenaline crashing into the air. Floodlights cut through the dusk, illuminating rows of bikes lined up like restless beasts, their riders suited up and ready. The scent of petrol mixed with dust and sweat, and the energy buzzing through the crowd was almost tangible.
I stood still for a moment, taking it all in. “I wouldn’t miss this for anything,” Adele said beside me, eyes wide with excitement, “I am going to find my sexy biker today.”
Adele eventually followed us, though afraid Maxwell might suddenly turn around and send her back. She even attempted an apology, hovering near him, careful and subdued in a way I have never seen before.
I was dressed in leather pants and a sim
