Chapter 33 RACE RIVALS. COCK RIVALS TOO?

RACE RIVALS. COCK RIVALS TOO?

The roar of engines still echoed in my skull even after the checkered flag dropped. Second place. Again. To him.

Jax fucking Harlan.

I slammed my helmet onto the pit wall, the carbon fiber cracking against metal. Sweat poured down my back under the fireproof suit...

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