4\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 61\u00a0<\/p>\n
With fifty yards to go, Tristan was trapped. No room to move, no space to speed up, boxed in by two guys who would gladly crash into him to win.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I could feel my heart beating around my ribcage, my eyes never leaving him. My ears sharp to ever\u00a0<\/p>\n
sound he made, like I heart would stop if I heard any sound that I shouldn\u2019t hear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes, but opened them immediately. If Tristan was going to hurt himself then I have to see\u00a0<\/p>\n
and hear it happen.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But then, he did the impossible.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Like a flash, he was standing on his bike again, but this time he let go with one hand. Still controlling\u00a0<\/p>\n
his bike with his left hand, still perfectly balanced at almost a hundred miles per hour, he used his right\u00a0<\/p>\n
arm to steady himself as he leaned forward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I held my as I watched him do the most impossible thing in the human world.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The move was so unexpected that both other riders hesitated for just a split second.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was enough.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tristan\u2019s bike shot forward and he crossed the finish line a full bike length ahead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The crowd went crazy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
People were on their feet, screaming and throwing things in the air. Even the other racers, taking off their helmets as they slowed down, were shaking their heads in amazement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stood there with my mouth open, my heart pounding with terror, relief, and something that felt like pride. That was Tristan out there, my Tristan, doing impossible things, defying physics with nothing but\u00a0<\/p>\n
skill and guts.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Watching people cheer for him felt amazing. They didn\u2019t know his name, couldn\u2019t see his face, but they respected what he could do. They recognized greatness when they saw it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And I found myself wanting to know what that felt like, to be that good at something, to earn that kind of respect, to push yourself to the edge and survive it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When Tristan walked toward me, pulling off his helmet with his hair damp with sweat and his eyes\u00a0<\/p>\n
<\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
20:37 Sat, Jan 3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 61\u00a0<\/p>\n
bright with adrenaline, I couldn\u2019t help myself. I ran to m and jumped into his arms so hard he had to catch me and spin me around.\u00a0<\/p>\n
How was it?\u201d he asked, breathing hard but grinning like a kid who\u2019d gotten away with something.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was amazing,\u201d I said, hugging him tight before palling back to stare at him. \u201cYou were amazing, Tristan. Oh my God, I can\u2019t believe what I just saw.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
All the anger and fear I\u2019d felt when we got here had turned into something else, wild excitement, a desperate need to understand this part of him I\u2019d never known existed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cNow this is my world,\u201d he said with a cocky smile that made my knees weak.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWow,\u201d was all I could say, still shaking.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you start this?\u201d I asked when I could think straight again. \u201cWhen did you become a racer?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFive years ago,\u201d he said, and the timing hit me hard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter our parents died?\u201d I looked up at him and saw the answer in his eyes. \u201cYou didn\u2019t know how to\u00a0<\/p>\n
handle it, so you\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
of I took his hands, understanding without him having to say anything. This was his outlet, his way dealing with grief that felt too big. The danger, the adrenaline, the perfect focus needed to survive, this was how he learned to live with loss.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s time to go home, princess,\u201d he said, and his small smile made my heart do dangerous things.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cT!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
We both turned toward the voice. A man was walking over to us, younger than Tristan, handsome in an obvious way that made me uncomfortable. His eyes found me and stayed there, looking at me like I was something he wanted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was one hell of a race, man,\u201d he said when he reached us, holding out his hand to Tristan.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tristan nodded and shook hands but kept his body slightly between me and the guy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWon\u2019t you introduce me to this fine lady?\u201d the man said, still staring at me in a way that made my\u00a0<\/p>\n
skin crawl.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tristan\u2019s jaw tightened. \u201cThis is Athena, my sister. Athena, this is Damon. He owns this place.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
20:37 Sat, Jan 30\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 61\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCo\u2013owns,\u201d Damon corrected, stepping closer to me \u201cT and I own this place together.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
11%\u00a0<\/p>\n
He leaned toward me like he wanted to whisper something, and Tristan immediately moved between\u00a0<\/p>\n
us, shoving Damon back hard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cChill, bro,\u201d Damon said, putting his hands up. \u201cI wasn\u2019t trying anything. Just wanted to whisper that our partnership is supposed to be a secret.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSay what you want to say from over there,\u201d Tristan said, his voice with an edge I\u2019d rarely heard.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I knew he was trying to\u00a0<\/p>\n
privacy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
privacy, I hated physical contact and when people invade my\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sound like a jealous boyfriend right now,\u201d Damon said with a knowing smirk.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Instead of answering, Tristan handed me my helmet and got on his bike, waiting for me to climb on\u00a0<\/p>\n
behind him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was nice meeting you, beautiful\u2026.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damon started, but Tristan was already starting the engine and pulling away, leaving the guy standing\u00a0<\/p>\n
there looking shocked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
have.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As we rode up the ramp back to street level, I found myself smiling at the look we\u2019d left on his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Apparently, people weren\u2019t used to Tristan Hayes driving\u00a0<\/p>\n
away from conversations he didn\u2019t want to\u00a0<\/p>\n
But as the underground world disappeared behind us and we came out into the cool night air, I realized that everything I thought I knew about Tristan had just changed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Tristan wasn\u2019t just the steady, responsible person I\u2019d always thought he was. He was also a man who could make a motorcycle dance through curves that would scare most people, who owned an underground racing empire, who played with death for the thrill of beating it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was more complicated, more dangerous, more fascinating than I\u2019d ever imagined.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And I might be falling for him all over again, which scares me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was trying to cross a dangerous line, was playing with fire that\u2019ll eventually burn me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But I didn\u2019t care because I wanted to burn in the passion of Tristan, I wanted him to set my body on\u00a0<\/p>\n
3\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
20:37 Sat, Jan 3\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 61.\u00a0<\/p>\n
fire with not just his touches but with his kisses.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Fucki\u00a0<\/p>\n
What was I thinking right now? I could feel my nipples that\u2019s pressed against Tristan back, harden by just the thought of him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I think I\u2019m going crazy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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