Aliyah’s POV
The roar of engines and the burn in my muscles had become my anchor. Every day I pushed harder, faster, stronger, because I had to. My secret sat like a stone in my stomach, growing heavier by the day. Nobody could know. If they found out, they’d treat me differently. They’d call me weak, broken, unfit.
I refused.
I would not let pregnancy become my cage. I would fight, train, race, and prove that Aliyah Censori was not someone who could be crushed. Not by Asher Moretti. Not by Cohen. Not by the world.
That morning I wrapped my belly tighter than usual under my biker outfit, forcing myself not to flinch when the leather jacket pressed against me. My breaths came short, but I ignored it. Sweat trickled down my back before I’d even touched the track.
“I’ll do whatever it ta
