Asher’s POV
Two years have passed, but I didn't stop thinking about her.
Though now, it no longer shows. I no longer let it disturb my daily activities. But even that was so f*****g hard.
This evening, I visited papa’s club to see how he’s doing.
It had been months since I'd seen him, and as stupid as it sounded, I couldn't stop worrying about him.
Did he get better without seeing her for two years? Did he forget her while I couldn't?
His club was filled with noise when I got there, bikers riding like their lives depended on it.
Another tournament was coming up. I wouldn't be competing, but I'll train one of my bikers to qualify.
Training after she left had been hard. Whenever I tried, all that came to my head was when she'd train beside me. When she'd try to beat me in a rac
