Chapter 15: Reckless Redemption.

Vincent Virenson.

The roar of engines filled the air, sharp and wild like a pack of hungry wolves. Neon lights cut across the asphalt, painting everything in red and blue as if the night itself was bleeding. This was my hunting ground, my kingdom, my madness—and tonight, I wasn’t here for the race. I was here because my veins burned with something hotter than gasoline.

Her.

Violet Valley Virgilson.

No matter how fast the cars tore down the tracks, ...