I slammed my phone down on the desk, hard enough to make the metal frame rattle. Why the hell aren’t they approving me? I muttered under my breath, glaring at the screen like it owed me an explanation. The underground racing circuit had finally replied to my message, but it wasn’t what I wanted.

“You aren’t the only one who wants to race the mysterious rider. You’ll have to get in line.”

Get in line? Who the hell did they think they were talking to? They don't think I'm ...