THE RACE occupied nearly an entire shipping district.
When Sophie first stepped out of the car, she immediately understood why everyone had been talking about it for weeks.
This wasn't another underground event hidden beneath abandoned warehouses and forgotten industrial roads.
This was something far larger, richer, and more dangerous.
Thousands of spectators had gathered. Many wore racing merchandise. Others wore designer suits. The combination had become strangely familiar.
The world of illegal racing no longer resembled a collection of reckless bikers chasing adrenaline.
It resembled an industry. A very profitable one.
And that reality unsettled Sophie more than she cared to admit.
She stood near one of the observation decks and watched mechanics prepare motorcycles along the pi
