Chapter Sixteen
The rain pounded against us like a thousand tiny fists, each drop a cold sting, as we tore through the storm. The roar of the engine drowned out everything—the wind, the rain, even the sound of my own heartbeat. I gripped Lucky tighter, pulling myself closer to him as the bike surged forward, cutting through the chaos of the night.
Lucky’s body moved with the bike, fluid, instinctive—like he’d been doing this his whole life. But even in the storm, even with the world around us blurred by rain and speed, I caught it—the subtle tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw as he leaned in.
The car was still behind us.
No, it wasn’t just behind us. It was closing in.
My stomach dropped. This didn't seem like a coincidence.
“Lucky—” My voice broke under the roar of t
