Carlota’s POV
The street lights flashed past me one by one, like little warnings telling me to speed up. My bike hummed beneath me, steady and calm, but my mind wasn’t calm at all. I kept breathing in and out, trying to focus only on the engine sound, but my assistant’s panicked voice crackled from the tiny device in my helmet.
“Queen, listen. They… they stopped the race!” he said, breathing too fast.
I almost hit a pole when I listen to it but I kept driving. “What do you mean they stopped it?”
“The organizers called everything off,” he replied. “There’s a mole. Someone tipped the police. They’re everywhere. Everyone is riding for safety now. I’m coming to your location, okay? Just keep moving.”
Who the hell would ruin my good things like this I already planned what I was going to do
