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The race was kicking off at a warehouse along one of Florida’s interstate highways. The thought of Leandro racing on a motorbike –illegally –on a public highway was more than enough to make Bobby want to throw up. The fact that he indeed participated in a few such events when he was in Greece still gave her nightmares from time to time. Bobby could only be thankful that he had now “retired” and was content to sponsor such races.
Bleachers had been set up for the spectators and Bobby managed to find herself a spot at the very top where she could see everything. Strobe lights beamed different shades of light on the bikers and the ground while heavy rock and roll music roared out of the speakers.
Everyone was in a mood to party, but all Bobby could do was eye the twenty-foot tall ramp in front of the crowd nervously.
Seeing how Bobby was looking at the stunt area, Kellion said sympathetically, “I know it looks suicidal, but he’s a pro when it comes to these stunts.”
“But it’s so dangerous,” she mumbled.
“He’s got this, I promise.”
Bobby shook her head. “I just don’t get why you guys have to do this. I mean, the biking stuff and all? And if you really want to race so badly, why do you have to do itillegally?”
“There’s a freedom when riding a bike that you can’t get from racing a car...any kind of car.” He tried to search for the right words to explain his connection and every biker’s connection to his bike. “It’s more intimate, like the bike becoming a part of you, an extension of your limb. That’s why it feels like I’ve lost an arm if my bike gets damaged and it’s my fault.”
“But what about the people who care about you and—-”
Kellion smiled. “I know what you mean, and it’s not like that here in Florida. In Greece, the guys are insane there – they absolutely have no rules and that’s why Leandro’s accident happened. But here in Florida, Helios is in control and he runs a pretty tight ship. We’ve got everything the big leagues have except the license. And that we don’t want. When you go pro, the money sharks come in and make things boring. But when it’s underground, we make the rules.”
“So it’s really safe?”
“As safe as bungee jumping.”
“That’s the one where you jump a off a fifty-story building, right?” She scowled at him. “Not helping.”
Kellion gave her head a little pat like he would to a younger sister. In a way, that was how he thought of her. “He’s going to be fine.” He paused. “But you know he’s going to feel even better if he knows you’re here, right?”
“Don’t tell him. You promised!”
“Yeah, but I just think—-”
“There’s something I need to know and I can only do that if I see him...and he doesn’t see me.”
“You want to catch him flirting with other girls?” It had been Kellion’s primary suspicion, but the way Bobby blinked at him told Kellion the thought hadn’t even occurred to her, leaving him even more puzzled.
“He’s not going to flirt with other girls.”Because he loves me,Bobby wanted to add but didn’t.
“You’re that sure?”
“Absolutely.” But she still held her breath anyway when the host finally called out Leandro’s name and the girls in the crowd went wild. He was dressed completely in black leather, making him look so sexy-badass it had Bobby gasping along with the others.
Kellion smirked and took a snapshot of her.
She heard the click of his phone. “Kellion!”
“Sorry.”
Bobby glared at him. “Delete that—-”
“He’s getting on his bike now,” Kellion said, distracting her.
It worked.
Her head quickly snapped back towards the front. Leandro was indeed getting on his bike, and he had switched the ignition on, the crowd roaring its approval as his motorcycle growled to life. The brand of his motorcycle was something she didn’t recognize, but even with what little knowledge she had of bikes, Bobby instinctively knew Leandro’s was a dream machine. It was big and black, and there was something about its sleekness and power that made the bike seem like it was custom designed to match Leandro’s build.
He bent down, revving the engine again, and the crowd roared with it.
And then he was flying.
