Blood on the Asphalt bikers

as about to prove them wrong until the man who destroyed m

screamed past my helmet, carrying the acrid smell of burning rubber and gasoline. This was freedom. This was po

was Ghos

erfecting her, using every spare dollar I could scrape together from my day job at Murphy's Garage. Murphy paid me half what he paid his male mechanic

petitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating throu

t Rider was a woman

as the

ed every inch of this abandoned airstrip outside town, knew exactly where the asphalt cracked and

omething was wrong w

couldn't see clearly. Panic shot through me, but I couldn't slow down now, not this close to the finish line. I'd

rd. My hands flew up instinctively to catch it, and the bike wobbl

tumbled f

crowd of spectators, rough men and women who bet on these illegal races fell

ne breathed. "Ghos

e calculating in a way that made my skin crawl. I'd been so careful for

es approaching. Heavy bikes. Harleys, from the sound of them. The crowd parted like the R

in Coldwater knew Dax Steele. Six-foot-three of leather-clad muscle, dark hair pulled back in a

at destroye

ross the silent crowd. "Ghost Rider finally show

. Of course he did. In a town this sm

rced my voice steady, e

ground he walked on. "Just enjoying the show. You've got skil

sharp as a blade. "Don't yo

Surprise, maybe. Or respect. It v

angry. "We got a problem here, Ghost Rider. Turns out Razor had a tracker on your bike. Cl

I snapped. "I won

course three nights ago, practicing. That's against the rules. And Razor's bike?

idn't touch his bike. I've

or spat, pushing forward. His face was twisted with rage. "Probably planne

hese people had bet money on Ghost Rider, had built the mysterious racer up into a legend. Finding o

to his belt, where I knew he carried a knife. "You pay back ev

I barely had fifty dol

at kind of money

stepped closer. "Because one wa

oose circle around the scene. Dax hadn't moved, but his

e fifty grand, or we take it out of your hide. And that pretty l

f anything happened to it, Murphy and his family would be ruined. And

ore time,

s," Snake repeate

me a triumphant sneer before climbing back on his Yamaha. I stood th

st a

hed me with those unsettling dar

" I asked, too tired and sca

htly. "Maybe I have a s

anything from

pulled out a cigarette, lit it. "Meet me t

wou

ons. And because despite what you think you know about me, about my club

his Harley, the eng

umble. "Or start running. Though we b

k of wolves, leaving me alone in the darkness w