Chapter 10
638 Words
We head out toward the warehouse, back end of Harley. It’s quieter out here. Less traffic. Less noise. Kian drives for a bit before saying anything.
“Someone got picked up after the race last night.”
I glance at him. “Yeah?”
“Let him off with a warning. But they logged him.” A beat. “Blood. Hair.”
I lean back in the seat.
“If it hits something, he won't have a choice.”
I nod once. “He gonna get it scrubbed?”
“Can’t afford it.”
I huff a small laugh.
“If only he had someone as dumb as you, hey.”
He glances at me.
I hold it.
That’s enough.
He turns off toward the warehouse.
Two cars are already there. Both black. Clean. Sitting quiet.
Kian pulls in and cuts the engine. The silence feels heavier out here. He pulls his phone out.
“I’ll send you the pin. No detours. This one’s gotta be fast.”
My phone buzzes. I glance down at it, then back at him. “Right.”
“We’ll walk back.” He looks me over again, slower this time. “You might wanna run. Or take the bus. Be a cold walk.”
He grins. “See you after.”
We both get out.
The back car beeps as I unlock it.
“See you after,” I say, sliding into the driver’s seat.
The interior’s clean. Too clean. Leather, no marks, no wear. Feels new. Odd. I start it anyway. Set my phone on the console, map open.
We pull out.
I follow him at first, keeping close. Then the distance opens a little. I take the next corner faster than I should. No hesitation.
The railyard comes into view ahead. Almost there.
Blue light flickers across the buildings. Then red.
A reflection.
Sirens cut in behind me.
More than one.
Closing.
“Shit.”
I drop a gear and take the corner hard. A block early. Another turn, going back the way I came now. Kian's behind me—we both book it, then turn hard. But we go in separate directions. Didn't mean to.
The engine bites as I push it. Hard. Too hard. The back end shifts slightly as I take the corner, tires catching just enough to hold it. I don’t slow.
Lights flare again in the mirrors. Closer. Too close.
I cut left. Another turn. Then right. Back the way I came.
Kian’s still there for a second—then he’s not. We split without meaning to.
Sirens follow me. Not him.
I push faster. Street narrows. Parked cars tight on both sides. No room for mistakes. I take the next turn too sharp. The wheel jerks in my hands—I correct it. Keep going.
Lights bounce off the buildings ahead. Blue. Red. Every surface flashing.
Another car pulls out ahead—I don’t slow, slip past it too close.
Horn blares behind me.
I don’t look. I’m breathing faster now. Not panicked. Focused. Everything sharp. Too sharp.
Next turn—I take it blind. For a second—nothing.
No lights.
No sirens.
I keep going anyway. Few blocks. Then a few more. The car's reflection runs along the building beside me.
Still nothing.
I turn a corner. A little slower this time.
I almost laugh. My phone lights up. Kian.
Then—blue floods the street ahead.
“Fuck.”
I swerve right—
too late.
Another set of lights cuts in from the left.
I hit the brakes—then gas—try to push through the gap—
A car clips me. Hard. Metal screams.
The wheel jerks—
I lose it—
The car spins.
Once. Twice.
Everything blurs. Lights streak. Sound warps. Then—Impact.
Still.
Engine running.
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