The roar of engines echoed through the night as I rolled my bike out of Tony's garage, the sound vibrating through my chest like a heartbeat. My crew was already assembled - Marcus on his black Ducati, Jake with his modified Honda, and Rico astride his silver Suzuki. We'd been riding together for three years, and tonight felt different. Tonight felt final.

"You ready for this, Paxton?" Marcus called out over the rumble of our engines.

"Been ready," I replied, revving my bike and ...