CATANIA
Of course I didn't obey him.
I crossed my arms as I stood a few paces behind Rafael, watching the three of them lined up at the racing simulators like heavyweight boxers entering a ring.
Lucas was bouncing on his feet and grinning like a menace. The biker guy adjusted his leather jacket with a cocky smirk as he slammed his tokens into the slot. And Rafael? Well, Rafael didn't make it dramatic. He just gripped the handlebars with enough force to snap them in half. His profound gaze was focused on the countdown screen.
‘3... 2... 1... GO!’
Engine revs blasted from the arcade speakers as all three bikes shot forward on screen.
I squeezed my eyes shut, massaging the bridge of my nose as the sound of screeching virtual tires and trash-talking erupted between them.
I let out a
