Colt:
My knuckles were white on the grips as I ripped through the city, wind biting at my jaw like it knew I needed pain to feel sane again.
I didn’t stop at red lights.
Didn’t give a f**k about the cops.
Didn’t think.
I just rode.
The fury behind my ribs wouldn’t sit still. Raiden’s words looped over and over in my skull, dripping acid into every nerve.
"You want to know why you’ll never have her?"
"Because she already screamed my name, and she liked the way it sounded."
I could still hear it in that low, smug growl of his—like it was a victory, like he’d gutted me and was waiting to see how long I’d bleed before I dropped.
Fucker.
I pulled into Beckett’s drive so hard I nearly skidded into the goddamn bushes. Didn’t bother with the kickstand. Let the bike crash and clatter beh
