VAL’S POV
It took me another forty minutes to get the custom engine block locked in tight, the fuel lines clear, and the timing set just right.
I wiped my hands on my shop rag, tossed it onto the workbench, and wiped a line of sweat off my forehead with the back of my forearm. Jax was still sitting on a wooden crate nearby, watching my every move like he had nothing better to do in this world.
"Alright, Ghost," I said, kicking the stand out of the way. "Let's see if this beast actually breathes."
Jax stood up, towering over the bike. "You ready to hear her scream?"
"I built it, didn't I? Go ahead."
Jax threw his long leg over the Harley, hit the ignition switch, and slammed his thumb onto the starter.
The engine didn't just turn over, it roared. A deep, thunderous vibration shook th
