Chapter 6
~ Navine ~
Someone was about to pay for my restraint. I just hadn’t decided who yet.
The ride from The Bellamy Residences to Hitford City took exactly forty-seven minutes at this ungodly hour. I'd counted every single one of them, my Ducati eating up the empty highway like it was starving for distance.
I preferred my bike over any car. Always had. There was something about the raw power between my legs, the wind cutting against my leather jacket, the complete focus required to navigate curves at speed. On a bike, you couldn't drift. Couldn't lose yourself in thoughts. You had to be present, alert, alive.
Or at least, that's what I told myself.
But even at ninety miles per hour on Christmas morning, with the cold air sharp enough to sting, I couldn't outrun the image
