I needed the road more than I needed air.
The second the last light clicked off downstairs I grabbed my cut, the keys, and the helmet. I didn’t bother with a jacket.
The night air off the harbor was cold enough to bite, and I wanted it that way. Anything to cool the heat still sitting in my chest from earlier.
The Harley came alive under me with a low, hungry growl. I rolled out of the alley, past the quiet restaurant windows, and pointed the bike toward the coast highway. Once the town lights fell behind me I opened the throttle.
The wind hit hard. It ripped at my shirt and roared past my ears. I leaned into the curves, faster than was smart, letting the speed push everything else out of my head. The greasy customer’s face. The way Lily had looked when that hand landed on her. The wa
