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“It’s a start,” I snap, the words bitter and defensive.
Revel exhales sharply, his tone steady but laced with frustration. “No, it’s not. All you’ve done is piss him off more. You heard what he said. They’re not stopping. Not until they find her. And if they do?—”
“They won’t,” I cut him off, my voice hard and unyielding. I can’t let them.
“Why not?” His eyes narrow, his voice sharp. “Because you think they’re scared of you? Guys like Owen don’t back down,Reign. They don’t stop because you throw a punch. They dig in, make shit worse, for her and for all of us.”
His words cut deep, but I shove the feeling aside, my anger refusing to let me back down. “What the hell do you want me to do then? Just sit here and hope they don’t find her?”
“No.” Revel’s voice drops, calm and firm. “I want you to pull your head out of your ass and fucking find her. She’s let you in, I fucking know she has. There’s somewhere she’d go. Somewhere she’d feel safe. You fucking find it, and you bring her back. But you do it smart. Not like this.”
The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air. I drag a hand over my face, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. “She’s not going to give up that bike,” I say finally, quieter now. “You know that, right? It’s all she has left of Cruz.”
Revel nods, his tone softening slightly. “Yeah, I know, and I don’t want her to. But that doesn’t mean she has to do this alone. We’ll figure out how to handle Owen, together, and not with our fucking fists you idiot.”
“What I don’t get,” Revel continues, his gaze narrowing, “is why the hell pink slips were even in play. Lena wouldn’t have raced if she knew. No way.”
“That’s because they didn’t fucking tell her,” I say, bitterness lacing my voice. “They knew what Cruz’s bike was worth, knew she wouldn’t know any better since it’s her first race. Thought they could scare her into folding and handing it over after she lost.” A humorless smirk tugs at my lips. “Guess they didn’t count on her having bigger balls than most of Owen’s men, and taking off instead.”
Revel’s lips twitch with the hint of a smile, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. “Yeah, that girls got more guts than sense sometimes.”
“That makes two of us,” I mutter, the smirk fading as the weight of the situation crashes back down.
The silence stretches, the only sound the faint creak of metal around us. Finally, I look at him, the frustration in my chest giving way to clarity. “Shit, I know where she is.”
Revel’s sharp gaze snaps to mine. “You sure?”
“Yeah,” I say, grabbing my helmet. “I’m sure.”
He watches me, his expression unreadable, but there’s a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “You going alone?”
I nod, my grip tightening on the helmet. “Trust me. I’ll bring her back.”
For a moment, he doesn’t say anything, just steps back and crosses his arms. “You better. Because if you don’t?—”
“I will,” I cut him off, my voice steady. “I’ve got this.”
Revel doesn’t push further, his silence heavy with unspoken words. As I swing onto my bike, I catch one last look from him, his expression a mix of concern and resolve.
The engine roars beneath me, and I flip my visor down, the world narrowing to the stretch of road ahead. I know where she is, and I know what I have to do.
I tear out of the garage, the cold night air biting against my skin. The road stretches dark and uncertain, but there’s no hesitation. I’m going to bring her back. Whatever it takes.
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REIGN
Tired - Alan Walker, Gavin James
Some people drown in water.Lena’s drowning in ghosts.
The thought hits me like a punch to the chest as I ride toward the beach. Every mile feels like it’s stretching out, like the road doesn’t want me to get there. The hum of the engine beneath me used to feel steady, grounding. Now it’s just static, not even loud enough to drown out my thoughts.
Lena.
She’s running. I fucking know it.
Running from everything she isn’t ready to face. Everything that’s eating her alive, and where does she run? To the one place that’s all ghosts. The ocean hideaway she shared with me just the other day.
