The roar of engines echoed through the night as I rolled my bike out of Tony's garage, the sound vibrating through my chest like a heartbeat. My crew was already assembled - Marcus on his black Ducati, Jake with his modified Honda, and Rico astride his silver Suzuki. We'd been riding together for three years, and tonight felt different. Tonight felt final.
"You ready for this, Paxton?" Marcus called out over the rumble of our engines.
"Been ready," I replied, revving my bike and feeling the power surge beneath me. "Let's go end this."
We rode in formation through the empty streets toward the old industrial district, our headlights cutting through the darkness like knives. The abandoned warehouse district had been the site of underground races for years - far enough from the city center
