Lucien
REVENGE WAS ALWAYS sweeter when you let the other person believe they still had a chance.
I leaned harder into the next corner of the track, body dropping low with the motorcycle as the asphalt blurred beneath me and the crowd became nothing but noise in the distance. The track narrowed ahead in a streak of a harsh white lines and fractured shadows, and I could still feel the asshole behind me. He was closer than my own shadow. Sylvia flashed in my mind and what they did to her, revenge burned in me harder, my fists became white as I gripped the handles tighter.
I caught the flash of his front wheel in my side mirror just before he lunged again, aiming too aggressively into the bend, trying to force my line wide enough to send me skidding.
My jaw clenched beneath the helmet, the
