Chapter 843
“Worry about yourself!”
“Make sure you don’t embarrass yourself too badly when you lose!”
Cami glared right back at him.
She had absolute faith that her best friend could leave all these men eating her dust.
“Oh, we’ve got a fiery one here!”
Buzz clicked his tongue, and the men around him erupted into laughter.
“Racing is a man’s game. Delicate little things like you belong on the back of the bike.”
“Stop trying to force your way into spaces where you don’t belong. Wouldn’t it be better to just sit back and watch the men show off?”
Cami opened her mouth to snap back, but Mina stopped her. Mina cast a cold glare at Buzz. “A man’s game?”
“Did the factory stamp a ‘Men Only’ label on these bikes when they rolled off the assembly line? Are women not allowed to ride?”
Buzz scoffed.
“You’ve got quite the attitude, gorgeous. Sure, the bikes don’t have a label, but look around-how many women do you see riding?”
“I get that you like motorcycles. Riding around for fun on the weekends is fine, but there’s no need to come out here and make a fool of yourselves.”
“These bikes aren’t just a thrill ride; they’re dangerous. I’m giving you friendly advice, but if you won’t listen, suit yourselves.”
Buzz put on an act of feigned concern, but he couldn’t hide the blatant misogyny in
his eyes.
Mina couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, motioning for Cami to drop it.
“Whether women can ride or not, we’ll see on the track!”
She refused to waste her breath. Shutting them down with pure skill would feel infinitely more satisfying than a verbal sparring match!
She didn’t know if she could beat everyone else, but destroying Buzz was an absolute guarantee!
Claire had overheard the entire exchange. When Mina’s gaze swept over her, Claire offered a warm smile.
“Good luck!”
Mina gave Claire an appreciative nod.
That small gesture of kindness filled her with gratitude.
She raced for the love of the sport, but she also desperately needed the cash.
So today, no matter what it took, Mina was going all in.
The prep work was finished, and all the racers were stationed at the starting line. They were just waiting for the starting pistol to fire.
Claire noticed Owen was extremely
tense e
The veins on the back of hands pepped out against his pale skin, making her frown.
“Owen, are you absolutely sure you want to do this?”
If a guy refused to speed or even run a yellow light on a daily basis, what was the point of putting him in a
street race?
He wasn’t chasing an adrenaline rush. Claire even suspected he was paralyzed by fear.
But she knew Owen wasn’t a coward.
If he was scared, there had to be a deeply rooted reason for it.
“Yeah,” Owen replied curtly, his focus locked entirely on anticipating the gunshot.
The second the pistol fired, the motorcycles surged off the starting line like arrows released from a bow.
Owen’s start was the absolute slowest of the pack.
The veterans who had seen him race before and expected a glorious comeback were utterly baffled.
“What the hell? Does Owen think he’s stuck in downtown traffic? Why is he crawling?”
“He showed up to an open race with that kind of speed? Is this a joke?”
“Did anyone actually bet on him? Because that money is totally gone.”
The crowd gossiped and cursed Owen’s pathetic performance.
Even Xavier glanced over his shoulder and realized something was terribly wrong with Owen.
Sure, Owen hadn’t raced in two years, but he shouldn’t be riding this poorly.
His bike was a top-tier machine; there was no excuse for him to be trailing in last place.
Was Owen intentionally letting him win?
The very thought made Xavier furious!
Owen had no idea what was going through Xavier’s head.
If he did, he would have told Xavier to stop flattering himself.
He knew he was going slow, but every time he tried to
viscerat flashes of the fol
flagged his mind. Gontent belongsan
His body instinctively let off the throttle.
Claire instantly recognized what was happening; Owen was suffering from severe post-traumatic stress.